My heart pounded in my hopefully temporary Volardi body. I wanted to scream ‘Yes’ but played it cool even though we both knew what the other wanted.

“Normally we would remain together and ‘bond’ but I can arrange for you to meet your family earlier. Perhaps we can leave with a minimum of disruption.”

His gaze went down, and I saw that knowing male stare. He was from another planet but those were guy eyes – even if they were purple. “It is a pity. You are small but pleasing like a rare shell. Your eyes aren’t a normal color like mine and your feet are small. Still, there is a certain… beauty with you.”

I blinked in response. Saying I was a ‘beauty’ seemed weird, but I wrote it off as cultural choices. I wasn’t ugly, but women didn’t go crazy for me. Guys did for my sis though. Knowing someone found me pleasing made my heart race. It wasn’t an insult and I couldn’t take it badly.

His gaze went off to the side. “It’s a pity things aren’t different. You would make a…” His voice trailed off and I couldn’t make out the last few words. “I’ll arrange for transportation in the morning.”

I let out a long, calming breath. Seeing Pa and having everyone know I could get pregnant would be embarrassing enough. Now I had to see Becky.

My gaze darted to the mirror. I used to think we were so different. Now we can both get knocked up.

***

There’s no real day or night in space. It wasn’t my usual bedtime, but one day wasn’t enough to break my sleep cycle. Although, it was strange to sleep with a man in my bed. I wondered if he wanted to talk or maybe do something more. Something I wasn’t prepared to do. Could I fight back and expect to win? I was technically male, but I didn’t have his muscle and strength.

Hell, if someone wanted to be nasty, they’d pull my gold chains attached to my nipples. I gave it a slight tug and sighed at the wonderful pain. I never thought there could be a good hurt, but there it was. Almost like I needed a bit of agony now to feel complete or maybe I couldn’t separate the two anymore.

I stared at my purple-eyed intended mate. We were a man and an Omega in bed together. Most Alphas would have tried something I’m sure. This wasn’t a wedding night, but it was close. The memory from the implant told me as much. Although, there was plenty that didn’t seem right. I heard that if an Omega and Alpha were made for each other, they would be crazy with lust. Even James said I was a match. And yet he was just lying there.

I breathed in deep. It’s not something I would even mention to anyone. Here in my own thoughts? Who would know?

The thought of well… more didn’t seem so bad.