Heat flashed over my face as she stared at my copy’s bump. “Hiya Becky, it’s me.” I stifled a sad laugh. “Your brothers.”

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Chapter Thirteen

MATROS

“I lied to my Femeni,” I said.

Yes, my Femeni.

I know the words didn’t echo within our room, but they seemed to. Even with the suppressants, I paced back and forth. Almost as if to battle with an unseen foe.

With every step, I inhaled more of him. What kind of man can leave and make his presence stay? One’s Femeni of course.

My Oma reminded me I would recognize my mate by scent. A common tale. Superstition to the very young. Fables from another time to others. Exaggerations to fan the hearts of romantics.

All true. I knew it with my first mate and against all odds, I know it again with the strange Earthling.

With slow steps, I approached our bed and his discarded clothing. My nose ran over where his ass had been. I smiled at the knowing sweet smell of his slick. No touches and yet… he responded to me.

Fingers dug into the robe he wore, and I growled low. I instructed him to pick another for comfort, so he would leave this one. More lies. My hands balled the material, and I pressed it hard against my nose. Sweet with the smell of foliage. Without sight, I know I tented my kilt.

Damn you.

Now was not a good time to take a mate. Certainly not one that was... pressured. I couldn’t be sure but there was enough information to suspect.

Arguments flew in my mind.

He would be the Femeni to a King instead of a farmer’s son. A life far beyond anything he would get on this primitive planet. It would be a gift.

My face twisted into a sneering smile.

There was something I wanted to give him. Oh, how I wanted to spear his beautiful ass and shoot my sperm into his unprotected womb. He wasn’t here. So far away, across space and yet he lingered.

If it feels this powerful even with the suppressants, is this not a sign from the universe?

Yes.

No.

“Computer, decrease temperature to near freezing.”

A cool frigid breeze went over my skin while I inhaled the chill. It didn’t make me feel better, rather ‘less bad’. Some of this was a reaction to his upcoming heat. They were primitive people and didn’t know how much of our culture was due to biology. A Femeni would have recognized my flushed face, flexed biceps, even the steady stare.

I felt the smile curl on my face. Most Volardi would have taken a submissive eager and dripping with slick for his Soturi. My Volardi cock in the Earthling’s ass. Oh, how I would have gladly given it. Would he moan or cry out like the beasts on my island? Shy or bold as some Femeni were in the rutting? I suspect no matter what, I would have found it perfect only because it was him.