Possessive Alien Mate(Savage Martians #2) - Sue Mercury Page 0,12

sounds nice.”

He guided her through the lower level of his house, to the sitting room that faced the forest area around the palace. Though he lived in the center of the city, there was plenty of greenery, with small wooded areas in between clusters of houses. His house, in particular, wasn’t situated near any others, as most of the palace guards lived within the walls of the royal estate. As he recalled how much Tyra had enjoyed the walk from the landing platform, he was now glad for the remote feel of his home. He was also thankful that the large window in the living room showed a splendid view of the flowering trees and other greenery.

“Wow, it doesn’t feel like we’re in a city.” She walked to the window. “Are Marttiaxoxalian cities usually designed this way? With little forests in between all the houses and buildings?”

“This is our only city at the moment,” he said, “though there are a few smaller settlements in more rural areas on Mars. But, yes, before we were forced to leave Marttiaxoxalia, most of our large cities were designed this way. Even our most populated cities were not very similar to your cities on Earth.”

“Oh?” She turned to face him, and the late morning sun spilling into the room bathed over her long locks, drawing his attention to the lighter strands in her otherwise dark hair. “Have you been to Earth, then?”

He stared at her, unsure of how to answer. Of course, he’d been to Earth, and he’d killed many human soldiers during the short time he’d spent on the planet. Didn’t she realize most Marttiaxoxalian males, aside from the very youngest of them, had battled Earth during the war?

“Yes, I’ve been to Earth.”

“When? And what part of the planet?”

“I was stationed in North America during the war,” he said. “Though the occasional mission took me to other locations on your planet, depending on where my unit was needed most during the fighting.”

She paled. “You fought in the war.” She forced a strange looking smile and shook her head briefly. “Of course, you fought in the war. Silly me. It’s just that twenty years have passed since then, and I am too young to remember the war, that it sometimes feels as though it happened a hundred years or more before I was born. I’ve heard stories about it, and I’ve seen some videos of the battles, but it’s difficult to grasp it as a more recent event when I didn’t witness any of the fighting with my own eyes.” She shrugged. “I never experienced what life on Earth was like before the war. This reality is the only one I know, unlike the generation before mine. My father used to tell me I was lucky in this regard, claiming that I was born at precisely the right time in history, for I would never yearn for the old days as his generation and that of his parents’ were doomed to forever do.” She paused and flushed as she met his gaze. “Sorry, I guess I’m rambling.” She tried to turn back to the window, but Rem caught her in his arms, unable to resist touching her yet again.

“You are unlike any female I’ve ever met,” he found himself saying, though perhaps this was because he rarely interacted with females. Tyra’s very presence, including her rambling, brought a much-needed lightness to his home. His house felt more open, the walls no longer closing in upon him. As he cupped her face and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, he realized for the first time what was currently missing from his abode—the pervasive sense of loneliness that usually blanketed the entire place.

“Is that a compliment?” Tyra asked, her face flushing yet again.

“Yes, my sweet mate, it is.” He ran his hands down her arms and then guided her to sit near the window on a long plush sofa. “You can wait here. I’ll return shortly with our midday meal. I’ll be certain to put some clothes on first.”

“Thank you, Rem,” she replied, blushing.

He turned and hurried upstairs to dress quickly, then rushed to the kitchen, anxious to return to his mate soon.

But how long would it take to get to know one another? He didn’t like the uncertain time table and had to push aside his impatience to get her back into his bed. He reminded himself that the Wise One had already bestowed a blessing upon their mating union.

Whether he’d bedded her yet