Page 59 of Maid for the Alien Prince

It must have only recently been vacated as there was still dry straw in one corner. We removed our clothes and hung them out to dry.

With the soft pat of rain on the roof and draughts through the craggy walls, I thought it was just about the coziest thing I could imagine.

A whisper of wind filtered through the wall’s cracks and made me shiver. Rayaw wrapped his arms around me, and I could feel the heat emanating from his naked flesh.

I stamped on the hay and kicked it in case there were creatures already taking refuge within it. Thankfully, nothing scurried out and we laid down.

Rayaw embraced me, his scales offering far superior protection from the prodding hay beneath us. I rolled over onto my front so my breasts pressed against his chest.

I looked up at him, each of us with shaggy damp hair draped about our shoulders.

My lips trembled.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, snapping to attention. “Are you still cold?”

He ran his hands up and down the skin of my back, creating friction, making me warmer still.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just…”

He continued to rub at me, warming me up.

“I’ve… never been so happy.”

He smiled down at me and pressed his lips against mine. “I’ve never been so happy either,” he said.

“Will things change after Steyatt comes to an end?”

My initial fear upon hearing his offer had been me having to come and pleasure him… and now it had morphed into being concerned about once our time together had ended. I didn’t want it to end.

“It won’t change,” he said. “Why would it change?”

“You won’t need me anymore.”

He raised my chin and softly pressed his lips against mine. “I will always need you, my Muri.”

I cocked my head to one side at the strange terminology. I’d never heard it before.

“It means fated mate in my language,” Rayaw explained.

“Fated mate? That sounds pretty serious.”

“It is. Only one in a thousand Ulsen ever find their fated mate. And when we do, we never let them go.”

“Muri?” I said, testing the sound out on my lips. “I like it. Can I call you it too?”

“Of course. If you feel the same way. It’s a strong and powerful bond and can never be broken.”

He took my hand in his and held me close.

“I do feel the same,” I said. “I never want this to end.”

He kissed me on my nose and forehead. “And it never will, my Muri.”

It was too much. Locked away in a barn while the rain lashed the roof soothingly outside… The Fayam stamping their feet and whining happily… The warmth of Rayaw beneath me… My need to be with him at every moment…

And I thought scenes like these only happened in corny romance novels! But here I was, living my own romance.

“I want to have the farmers return,” Rayaw said. “All of them.”

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