a tiny dumpling and holds it to my mouth. “You can ask me any question you’d like, so long as you eat.”
I take the bite and hum in appreciation of the flavors zipping across my taste buds. Castien’s cock hardens, and I swing my gaze to his in disbelief.
“If you keep making those sounds, I’m afraid it will cut our meal short,” he says.
Hoping to distract him, I ask him something I’ve been wanting to since I first looked at myself in the mirror this morning. “So obviously I have powers now, but what do they do exactly?”
His lips pull to the side, and his brow furrows slightly. “Having just received them myself, I am a bit unfamiliar, but from what I’ve seen, they siphon a being’s life force if it’s exposed to them for a period of time. Other than that, the smoke, if you will, causes pain. Also, you will be able to manipulate shadows, using them to cloak yourself.”
“You just got the powers?” I shake my head in confusion, not understanding. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“My true potential can only be unlocked by my fated mate during sex,” he says, his gaze warm with pride. “And that chosen one is you. Which means that up until this point, I never experienced them.”
“But I saw you use them before we…were intimate. How is that?”
He grins at my hesitation. “Just a single touch from you brought them to life, but I couldn’t access them fully until I sunk deep into your sweet cunt.”
“Castien,” I hiss. “The holographic disguise doesn’t apply to your mouth.”
“Nor do I want it to.” He nuzzles the side of my neck, and I release a sigh. “I love watching you squirm, especially when you wiggle your rounded backside against my cock.”
I grab a yellow fruit and shove it into his mouth. In return, he snatches my wrist and holds me prisoner so that he can suck on my fingers. My chest heaves with uneven breaths as I stare at him.
“So I have tattoos and power like you,” I say after clearing my throat. “And I also have silver in my hair. Is there anything else?”
“Immortality.”
Sexy alien said what?!
I blink at him for several seconds, allowing that to process. Although I’m sure I should be upset, I’m just so flabbergasted that I dismiss the revelation instead. “Does this happen with every human or just me?” I ask.
He releases my hand, and I’m able to breathe a little easier. “Yes, it happens with every human I’ve seen thus far. But these are birthmarks, not tattoos.” He traces his index finger along the intricate swirls of silver on my forearms, causing goose bumps to rise on my flesh. Then he wraps the metallic strip of my hair around his finger, and the brightness of his gaze has my heart pounding furiously. He’s looking at me as if I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
“But my demoria is by far the most beautiful human to inherit Koraxian traits,” he murmurs.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him what that word means, but I don’t want to ruin the moment just because of a simple question. Instead, I lean forward and press a kiss to Castien’s cheek, trying to convey my gratitude in a way that I know will translate. His eyes widen as if he’s realizing I’m showing affection instead of responding to it. I’ll admit this is a first from me, but it feels natural.
And from the way Castien’s gaze heats, it’s obvious he really likes it. “Check, please.”
Castien
Another hotel and another day of trying not to be killed. In all fairness, the latter is how I’ve lived the vast majority of my life, but now that I am mated, I do not wish my mate to endure this kind of lifestyle. This is why I have moved us to another hotel. We cannot risk staying in the same location for long without being detected.
I’ve still had zero contact from my ship since Alrok’s last call, so I need to keep moving if I want my mate safe. A member of my crew should hopefully contact me with an update soon regarding the checkpoints. In the meantime, we need to continue blending in with the Lixans.
“I’m going to the restroom,” Jade says, slipping her hand from mine.
I nod and glance at the reception desk, where a lone female swipes through a list of holograms. When Jade attempts to walk away, I grab her hand again