Azul

AZUL

M y mate is full of surprises. First of all, that the Starlight Brides are being economic with the truth when it comes to the human females. But secondly, she has her own mission.

A mission within a mission.

If only her body could lie as well as she does. The way she reacted to my venom—she is my mate, whether she wants to be or not.

Regardless of the morality of Starlight Brides’ operation, they know how to match fated mates, which has to be almost impossible. And yet they have managed it.

My Jenna belongs to me because fate says it is so. I can’t risk losing her.

“You are a spy for the humans?” I query, attempting to keep my face straight.

“Not really a spy. I was promised a promotion if I could find out more information about Starlight Brides and send it back.”

“Send it back?” Now I’m intrigued. “How?”

Jenna pushes the jewel I gave her to one side and shoves her hand down into her dress, bringing out a small wrist comm.

I hold out my hand, and she doesn’t hesitate to give it to me. “Is it secure?”

“Completely. I ran a diagnostic on your ship, and it was entirely untraceable.”

I already thought my Jenna was impressive, but the fact she did so, without me noticing, impresses me more.

“So, we can’t be traced by it?”

“What do you take me for?” Jenna growls, causing my hood to flare with desire. “I wouldn’t have brought it with me if I thought it would cause problems for us.”

“Have you sent anything back to your superiors yet?”

Jenna looks away from me. “No,” she says quietly.

“Why?”

“I wanted to make a fuller report once I had time to…evaluate my situation.”

“Will your report include me?” I ask.

“It’ll have to,” she responds, and I glide closer to her, dwarfing her delicious, tiny form with mine.

“Will you tell them about our mating, little sunray? About how you took my cocks and my knot, allowing me to breed you?”

Jenna pants a breath, her head tipped back to look up at me, a flush of pink on her cheeks, like a Glycon female in heat.

“You want to breed with me?” she asks, voice hoarse.

“You ticked the box on the form.” I run my thumb under her chin. She leans into my touch and hangs there.

“There were only two boxes on the form,” Jenna protests.

“Bride or breeder, I know.” I gaze on her flushed face, my cocks pressing at my slit because I want to mate her more than ever. “Humans don’t have many uses to many species, it seems, save for the important ones.”

“I didn’t think it meant anything,” she whispers, the scent pouring from her as close to heat as it could possibly be.

“It meant everything, my mate. It means I want to fill your belly with our young many times over.”

Her bottom lip trembles, sweat slicking her skin.

“Do you want me to fill you? Knot you? Pleasure you?” I murmur, my hand cupping her cheek.

“How are you doing this to me?” Jenna asks, her body swaying closer to mine. “Does your venom have some sort of hypnotic qualities?” she murmurs.

“It sends my mate into heat, but only my fated one.” I brush my lips over hers, and the flush deepens. “And you are my fated one, Jenna.”