Page 40 of Maid for the Alien Prince

He approached with long, confident strides, and smiled down at me like a wolf before a newborn lamb. In many ways, I supposed I was.

He reached down to touch me, but I stepped back and glanced towards the door.

“No one is coming,” he said, seeming to read my thoughts. “And even if they did, they would only be an audience for what transpires next.”

What transpires next…

I pulled myself up and raised my chin. “I’m reserved for Rayaw only,” I said, emphasizing his name meaningfully.

Ges seemed to take my response as a joke. “During Steyatt, males have been frequently known to share their females. And Rayaw and I are very close friends.”

He reached out to touch me again, this time managing to graze the front of my maid uniform before I skipped back another step.

“The deal we made was between the two of us!” I spat. “Not with you!”

Ges’ scowl formed deep bridges across his brow. “As I have already told you, what is his is also mine. You can fight all you like but you will not escape me for long. You will be mine. And there’s not a damn thing you or anyone else can do about it.”

He licked his thick lips with his forked tongue as his eyes became misty with desire. “Feel free to fight. It only adds to the excitement, I find.”

He fell toward me, his hands forming claws to tear at my uniform…

And that’s when the door swung open, revealing Rayaw glaring at the two of us.

I had never seen such a look of anger in my entire life, nor felt the immense relief that surged inside me at that very moment.

Rayaw marched into the room and squared up against Ges, who seemed to quail—at first—beneath the Prince’s glare.

Ges controlled himself, probably realizing that he had been wrong—that there was one who could stop him, and it was this male that had just entered the room.

I heard none of the exchange that followed between them, and was only grateful when Ges made his apologies and approached the door.

He paused in the doorway and looked back at me. In his glaring bloodshot eyes, I saw the expression of someone promising that this event was far from over.

After he shut the door, I fell upon Rayaw, relieved beyond words, all discomfort at our earlier scene disappearing in an instant.

And when he pressed his lips against mine once more, drinking me in, I opened up likewise to him, tasting every morsel of him, knowing that I would rather mate with Rayaw a thousand times before allowing Ges to lay even one finger on me.

I almost wept with gratitude.

* * *

After he emptied himself inside me, I felt his entire body relax, melting like chocolate under the midday sun. He pulled the blanket up over us and wrapped his arms tightly around me.

It had been quick and aggressive, exactly what we both needed at that moment.

I stroked his arm, feeling the soft bumps like goosebumps on his upper arms. His body was breathtaking and belonged on the front cover of a lad’s fitness magazine back home. He was muscular but not artificially pumped, as if carved from rock in the form of a Greek god statue.

Each time he moved, his muscles tensed, capable of smashing rocks between his immensely powerful hands, and yet they were capable of handling me so gently that I might have been a precious heirloom.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said, trailing a finger over my bare arm, causing a series of tiny scale-like goosebumps to rush across the surface of my skin.

I shrugged. “It’s all right.” I was immediately reminded of how hurt I had felt, how unattractive I had thought I was to him.

“It’s not okay. And you deserve an explanation. The truth is… I’m not a royal ‘elite’. I wasn’t born one and I was definitely not raised one. I thought that after I had inherited this palace that I had to become one and treat people the same way that they do.”

“Badly?”

“With disgust and contempt.”

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