Page 3 of Claimed By her Alien Prince

Unbidden,herimage popped in front of my vision. Pale, penetrating green eyes floated in front of me, surrounded by a haughty, diamond shaped face, with high cheekbones, creamy skin, and the fullest lips I had ever seen, beckoned me to kiss her.

An enticingly long, slender neck held up her head, and beads of sweat ran down my back at the mere thought of me sucking on that neck. Saliva built in my mouth, and I swallowed.

As if reading my thoughts, Calliope used the small blade she always carried and cut her wrist—she knew better now than to cut her neck. Warm, red blood spilled, its aroma nearly irresistible.

With a groan, I pulled her hand forward, noticing the smug, happy expression on her face as my lips closed around her wound and I drank down her blood. Greedily I sucked more; all the while, pale green eyes danced in front of my vision. Light red hair cascaded around her, framing her face.

Drinking from Calliope now would mean it would take weeks, maybe months before I slept again, and sleep was the only way to see her.

Still, I couldn't stop, not even when Calliope began to resist, trying to pull her arm away from my predatory grip.

It only made my black-clawed fingers dig deeper into the pliable flesh of her upper arm, strengthening my hold on her hand.

"My Lord Seth," she cried.

Finally, the sound of her voice brought me to my senses. And even though I had never heardhervoice, I knew the female of my dreams would sound different. It wasn't her I was feeding on.

I pushed Calliope's hand away from me. "Go," I gritted out hoarsely while her blood warmed my belly, rushed through my body, gave it strength.

"I will be back with food," she said rising, swaying slightly on her feet. I had taken too much.

"No, have somebody else bring it, you rest," I ordered, feeling guilty for nearly draining her.

"As you wish, unless you need… other services?" she offered. Her eyes moved to my erection tenting the bed sheet.

Her offer was tempting, my cock throbbed, especially after the surplus of blood it had just received, butshewasn'ther.

Today, tomorrow, this week at the latest, I would find out if the female I saw in my dreams was real or a mere fiction my imagination had invented. Ifshewas real, I hoped the gods would have mercy on her, because I worried I wouldn't.

I had already vowed I wouldn't touchmymaiden, wouldn't help create another son to go through what I went through. Not evenher.

My cock and my body both laughed at me, already ganging up on my mind, ready to overrule me.

Well, they will just have to wait and see, I decided darkly, because I wouldn't touchher, even if she begged me to. I wouldn't.

Mydriverwasalreadywaiting for me by the time I arrived at the street level. Patient as always, Milo sat in the idling car until he saw the doorman open the doors for me—it always stunned me that with all the technology my father had poured into this place, he had insisted on a doorman instead of automated doors. As if the twenty-odd security guards inside and concierge weren't enough to kick any unwanted person out.

Milo stepped around the car to open the door for me. "Ready for your first day, Miss Lilith?"

I gave him a bright smile. Milo had been driving me for twenty years, to school, playdates, events, the airport, wherever I needed to go, he took me. I had seen more of him than my father. Then again, I could count the few times I saw him or my mom during the year on one hand.

"Good morning, Milo. Ready as can be." I scooted into the seat. At least he didn't fasten my seatbelt any longer like he used to when I was little.

Still, he advised, "Buckle up, Miss Lilith."

It was just our morning routine.

As he maneuvered the car into traffic, he mentioned, "Hell of a thing."

"Come again?"

"That asteroid, Charish something?"

"Oh, the comet," I corrected automatically.

He chuckled. "Comet, asteroid, what's the difference?"

I could have given him a hundred, but he wasn't really asking, so instead I agreed, "Yeah, hell of a thing."

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