Azul

AZUL

M y delectable mate opens her eyes and stares at me. She has long, dark eyelashes which frame her gorgeous blue eyes. She parts her full lips, then her gaze rakes down my chest and body where I caught her as she fell.

She’s as light as a shed skin as I pull us both upright.

“I’m ,” I say as she puffs her dark hair out of her eyes.

Having her in my arms makes my cocks want to extrude. I’ve snuffed in enough of her scent I don’t think it will ever leave my olfactory organ, but it doesn’t stop me from continuing. Her biped form is perfection, given all I can think about is putting my tongue between her legs.

“Jenna McMahon,” she says. “You can put me down now.”

“That depends,” I respond, keeping hold of her.

“Depends on what?”

“On whether you’re going to run again.”

“I won’t run.”

“Shame.” I flick my tongue over my lips to better taste her scent and stroke a knuckle down the side of her face, upturned to me and defiant.

Her chest heaves, mesmerizing me with its movement, making my body want to sway again. Her dress has a cut out section which displays her creamy skin. I want to lick it. I want to lick all of her.

I’m going to have to get a grip on myself. I need her, but not for this, not for carnal pleasures.

“I think we need to get married, my little sunray. We’re causing a scene,” I murmur.

Jenna blinks and looks around. There are a number of Starlight Bride staff members hovering nearby with worried expressions on their faces, along with several other couples.

“Your eyes,” she says. “They’re incredible.”

“I have many incredible parts.” I grin at her. She blinks again, and I see fear flit over her face. “And they all belong to you, my goddess.” I release her and give her a bow I haven’t used in nova-years.

Then I hold out my hand to her. Jenna looks around, bites her bottom lip in a way which very nearly has my cocks extruding once again, then she takes it. We re-enter the ceremony room, much to the obvious relief of Piet.

“Thought we’d made an error for a nova-minute,” he says. “Our algorithms are usually foolproof, but…”

“Sometimes the groom eats the bride?” I finish his sentence.

Jenna shoots me a look of horror.

“I won’t be eating you, little sunray.” I lean in close. “At least not in the way you seem to be imagining right now.”

I inwardly berate myself for the last remark. This deal is going to have to be strictly business, no matter what my cocks think or my scent organ wants.

This little female is not my mate. I don’t do mates or mating. I want to do my last job and retire on the proceeds.

Alone.

Piet clears his throat and waves a few tentacles in the air.

“If you’re both ready, we can begin.”