that. It would have saved me so much moping. But this is fine! This works. I can’t wait to tell the girls. They’re going to go nuts.” I bite my lip and beam at Bash. “I win. I SO win.” I shake my ankle, making my chain rattle to emphasize the epicness. “You have officially completed the Rakhii requirement for showing your everlasting adoration for me.”
Gaze slitted with his typical bad temper, Bash just stares at me. Waiting.
I motion for him to come closer.
Immediately, he steps forward—but then he scowls and stops.
“Come on,” I coax. “This is where you attack me with your mouth and we get to make mad passionate love for the first time.”
The scales around his eyes tighten as he works through what I’ve proposed, and he sighs a little. “I beg you, Isla. Speak plain, I beg you.”
“I am,” I assure him. Personally, I’m a little curious to know what his game plan was, exactly, because he doesn't seem to know how to proceed. But I get it, I understand. This is his first abduction.
I am, in fact, his one and only abduction.
I sigh with one hundred percent pure happiness. And eyes intent on my target, I start stalking the alien who’s shown me he wants me above all others by chaining me to his bed. Who clearly also has no idea what to do with me now that he has me, but I can help with this.
I cross to him, intending to sashay up, grab him by the back of the neck, and haul him down for a kiss.
But I’m jerked to a stop when I run out of chain.
Bash and I both stare down at my anchored leg.
With my hand arrested where I’d started to reach out for him, I glance up and roll him a humored smile. “I’ve done all I can from here. You’re going to have to make the next move, mate.”
Bash’s mouth is immediately taking mine, his hand sliding into my hair, the other one gripping my hip. “Get on the bed,” he murmurs, sounding dangerous.
Backing up slowly, suppressing my grin, I do as he ordered. I have to brace myself with my hand on the bed and kick with my feet to boost my butt up to his mattress, but I manage.
He attacks me.
A mewling noise escapes me as a couple hundred pounds of muscle flatten my body, squishing me heavily into a surprisingly fluffy comforter and multiple pillows.
Bash’s face is in mine, his hot breath spicy and strange—but nice, like a cinnamon campfire. “Isla,” he groans, hands braced on either side of my shoulders, arching his back to bring his hips hard against mine.
“Ohhhhh,” I pant. “It’s time to get naked.”
“Yes.” Teeth bared, he does the honors of ripping his shirt off. Right off, the shredding sound loud and shocking (a little threatening, too—especially with the way he’s shooting me a dangerous, promising stare)—it’s hot.
He rears up to attack his belt. Everything from the way he unzips (careful with the merchandise, I have a brief moment to think. Snag the tip of your tool and our fun is done for the night!) to the way he jerks his pants down before violently kicking them off is a promise that what’s about to come is going to be good.
Rakhii wear briefs. At least mine does.
And unless he’s stuffed his underwear with a second tail, my brand new husband is hung like a rhinoceros.
I hook my thumb in the waistband of my leggings and start shimmying them down.
Bash’s claws brush me as he moves to roll down the other side, all lovely impatience and crazy eyes. My leggings are stripped from me but stay relatively close care of my leg jewelry’s chain, which they pool and stay caught on once they’re decorticated.
He goes still when my panties are revealed. They’re plain black cotton. They have a built-in tummy control band that makes my figure look a little bit nicer while I’m wearing them, which a girl always appreciates. I start to tug them off, but Bash puffs smoke and whispers a surprisingly soft, “Wait.”
I look at him, hulking over me so impressively.
“I want this off first,” he says and takes the hem of my shirt in his hands and slowly peels it up, sliding a hand under my back to raise me up enough for easy stripping.
And when the cool fabric of his blankets meets my back, and I’m in just my bra and panties, lying under him like a