Page 30 of Maid for the Alien Prince

He leaned forward, causing me to fall back on the bed. He stretched across the other side of the bed, reached up… and did something very strange.

He ran his hand under the pillows as if looking for something before lowering his hands to me and running them over my body. Not in a sexy way, but like he was looking for something.

“Um… Do I meet your… standards?”

“Mm?” he said before glancing up at me. “Oh. Yes. That’s why you’re here, after all. I was just checking for… something.”

“What?”

His eyes flicked to mine and then away again as he focused on searching my face. The way he was touching me, groping me, wasn’t in any way sexy. If anything, it reminded me of that time at the London Spaceport back on Earth when—

I clasped a hand to my mouth. “You’re looking for weapons!” I said. “Aren’t you?”

“Better to be safe than sorry.”

With his earlier brush with an assassin, I suppose it was a normal reaction. I felt relieved I didn’t have a blade on me… and then felt annoyed that I hadn’t even thought to bring protection! Why hadn’t I thought of that?

Finally, he leaned back. “All right. You’re clean.”

“I could have told you that.”

“I want to kiss you,” Prince Rayaw said bluntly.

I was shocked at his bold statement. Was this how it was meant to go? I wondered.

“Have we… bonded yet?” I asked.

“There’s more time for bonding later. Now, it’s time for mating.”

His eyes drifted down to my lips and back up again. His expression became misty with lust.

I swallowed in a throat that felt dry as sand. I wanted to argue, to keep on talking, suddenly unsure if I wanted this to happen.

Then he leaned into me and pressed his lips against mine. And all thoughts of fighting melted beneath it.

4

RAYAW

My Steyatt had been growling at me ever since I had first laid eyes on her.

Her voluptuous frame, her hips, wide and made for mating, her seductive eyes, chisarc brown and obscene beyond all words.

All day she had been in my midst, working somewhere as a maid in the palace. Always within sniffing distance…

Her scent filled me now to the brim, so strong I could hardly contain myself. Her skin was soft beneath my touch, nothing like the scales of the Ulsen.

She was nervous, and although there was an obvious resistance on the surface, I sensed that underneath it all, she was willing.

Extremely willing.

I couldn’t deny that the situation we had found ourselves in excited me too. She belonged to me, and I could do whatever I wished with her.

I hadn’t even known that her father had taken priceless heirlooms and was not likely to take action against him. Any harm he brought upon the royal family name was all to the good in my opinion.

But what was I to do with a morsel that so willingly stumbled into my midst during Steyatt week? How could I not take advantage?

Especially since the mate Ges had prepared for me had turned out to be a whole lot less willing.

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