Page 19 of Alien Prince's Claim

I had taken the most difficult step — the first.

Although I had hesitated more than I liked, it meant I had at least begun.

My shoulder muscles eased.

I was grateful the Assistant was there with us.

Yaltah shut the door behind us, and it sounded like the slam of a jail cell door and made me jump.

It might be a prison, but it was a prison I had chosen, and one I would get something in return for, and it was that more than anything — the thought of a gorgeous little baby, and I knew it would be gorgeous as how could it not with a father that looked like this impressive beast? — that encouraged me to keep going.

“We apologize for the inconvenience caused by your original female,” the Assistant said. “We perform stringent tests to ensure all participants — both male and female — are up to the task and do not back down from their promises. But sometimes they do leave and it is not within our control.”

I glanced up at Yaltah as he listened to the Assistant.

My God, he was a handsome monster.

He had a thick square chin, strong like an ageless Hollywood movie star, and thick, broad shoulders akin to only the biggest, most popular action stars.

But none of them could match his gorgeous eyes, the chiseled tone physique of his hard torso, the thick bulging cord in his arms and legs, and…

Oh my…

His throbbing cock was already pressing hard against the front of his pants.

I tried to pull my eyes away from it but couldn’t.

It was like a fourth person was in the room.

And when my eyes flicked up to his face and found him looking down at me, I couldn’t keep the blood from rushing to my cheeks.

He’d caught me admiring him and his terrific girth.

I knew then that he wasn’t going to take it easy on me.

He wouldn’t give an inch.

Good.

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YALTAH

The female turned a fetching shade of red, then purple, and for a moment, I wondered if she was having a bad reaction to something in the room.

She didn’t seem perturbed and so I decided not to express my concern.

I was still in shock and although the Assistant was talking, I wasn’t really listening or taking it in.

How could I focus with this female in the room?

Her scent was overpowering, and the instant I’d been hit with it, my cock had sprung into action.

I did not try to conceal it as it was a badge of honor in the Krev culture.

To be turned on by one's mate was one of the highest forms of compliments it was possible to make.

As my member throbbed and pressed hard against the front of my pants, I turned sideways a little so she could see the effect she was having on me and my desire to mate with her.

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