Page 31 of Defying the Relic Hunter

Ethan’s face got paler. “Do you have anything for nausea?”

“Yes.” Shrek injected himself, then Ethan. “Will Adan need treatment?”

“Doubtful. He ate three hundred Rodan soldiers,” Ethan replied.

I licked the last of the chocolate off my fingers and gave Shrek a bright smile. “You got a mate?”

“No, I do not.” Shrek handed Ethan a bar of soap.

“Want one?”

Ethan picked me up. “He couldn’t handle you Angel.”

“Use the sick bay’s decontamination shower and I will find suitable clothing for you and your mate,” Shrek said.

“I need some alone time with Kizzy.”

I eyed Ethan in alarm. “What? No funny stuff, buster.”

“I can give you thirty minutes,” Shrek said with a knowing smile.

“That’ll do.” Ethan carried me into a large glass shower and started taking off my clothes.

I smacked at his hands. “I can undress myself and I’m not taking a shower with you.”

“Yes, you are.” Ethan’s tone was implacable as he yanked off my boots. “I almost lost you today. The sooner I convert you, the safer you’ll be.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” I wiggled frantically as Ethan peeled off my jeans and granny panties.

“No. You’ve got that damn chaos gene.”

“Maybe I do, but it doesn’t give you the right to rape me,” I shouted.

Ethan flinched. “I would never harm you.”

In my heart, I knew that, but everything was moving too fast. “Please put me down.”

His face a hard mask, Ethan released me and backed away.

“I’ve only known you for a couple of days. I don’t have sex with strange men.”

“I’m not a stranger. I’m your mate.”

“See, that’s the thing. Not even a day ago, you were my enemy. All you wanted to do was lock me up and suddenly I’m the other half of your soul. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“It’s a Coletti thing. Look into my mind and you’ll see I’m telling you the truth.”

“Uh, I think I’ll pass. Coletti warriors are sneaky bastards.”

A faint smile touched his mouth. “Yes, we are.” Ethan quickly removed his weapons. One tap on his warrior’s bracelet and his battle suit shrunk down to a thin metal belt.

My eyes bugged. Oh. My. God. Talk about male perfection. Ethan’s muscular chest was lightly furred. He didn’t have six-pack abs. Oh no, he had a twelve pack. My gaze froze on his abdomen. Huh? No pubic hair. No penis. No sign of his balls. There was only a slit on his abdomen. Getting his junk rearranged had to hurt.

Totally ignoring me, he tapped the control panel and water rained down on him. Grabbing the bar of soap, Ethan lathered up, showing off his bulging biceps, massive thighs and great ass.

There was no way this drool-worthy guy wanted to have sex with Plain Jane me. I had been down that road before and it only led to humiliation.

Ethan turned toward me. “Don’t listen to what Ivan told you. You’re one sexy lady.”

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