Page 41 of Fated for the Alien Fighter

But he already knew, Blaze or not, that he wanted Leah. The universe had created them for each other. It went deeper than attraction. So much deeper, it stole his breath away.

The fact that he could feel her energy allowed him to sense so many facets of herself that she kept hidden. Her caring nature–just from the way she talked about herNa-na. Her curiosity. Her wondrous joy at seeing new and exciting things.

It was an intoxicating mix, but it felt like balance to him.

They kept staring at each other, gazes locked and wanting.

Taryn didn’t know how much of this he could take. “I want to hold you in my arms.”

Leah nodded, without hesitation.

Taryn shifted closer to her, forcing himself to move as slow as possible.

“I want to kiss you,” he went on.

“Yes,” she whispered, breathy and tempting.

“I want to make you come undone.”

“Yes.Please.”

Taryn no longer moved slowly. In a flash, he was beside her.

Leah’s beautiful eyes opened wide, gazing up at his face.

This moment felt important. Like it could make or break them.

Unhurried, Taryn lifted one of his hands, long fingers grasping the edges of her hair. So smooth and fragile, unlike the Quillon hair he’d inherited from his mother, which was almost impossible to tear. Quillons didn’t cut their hair all that often because it was difficult–and, according to some humans he’d heard back in the atrium, it lookedcool. How hair could look icy was beyond Taryn, though.

Leah parted her lips, her sweet exhale gliding along Taryn’s neck.

He cupped her face, his hands instantly Igniting. Fingers turned to talons, his veins glowed between the dark cracks.

Leah’s pupils dilated deliciously. His own turned rounder, filling up the silver of his eyes.

He looked nothing like a human, but Leah leaned further into his touch.

It pleased him immensely that she saw what he really was, but didn’t back down. Instead, she seemed to enjoy the way he looked.

It was a potent feeling, to be wanted. A Lightmate’s desire, though, was indescribable.

Taryn gently grasped her palm, lifting it. Under her curious gaze, he looked at the tips of her fingers. They still held the red marks of the Quillon rain on them.

He should have warned her, but he’d never imagined they would cause harm. But Leah was human. Fragile. He needed to protect her even against the dangers he couldn’t predict.

When she’d sucked on them back in the alcove, a shiver had raced through him. But Taryn was nothing if not patient.

He hadn’t helped her avoid the danger–but he could fix it.

His tongue darted out, gently lapping at the red flesh, tasting her skin for the first time.

“What are you doing?” Leah asked with a long moan, relaxing in his embrace.

“Healing your skin,” he muttered around her fingers. He wanted to suck on them–so he did. Slow and methodical, until his sensitive tongue didn’t feel the small grooves left behind by the rain.

His fangs elongated against his will. Leah either felt or saw them, but she gasped. A powerful wave of desire rolled off her.

“You like them?” Taryn asked as he popped her fingers out of his mouth and licked his fangs.

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