Tamed By the Alien Pirate by Celia Kyle Page 0,24

legs to the rest of my body, and my pants have been uncomfortably tight. “Thrase,” I continue, enjoying the way her name rolls off my tongue. Throwing all caution to the wind, I reach up and lay one hand on her face.

“Yes, that’s me,” she breathes out, her words charged with… something. Then and there, I feel the jalshagar pull, and my rational mind shuts down. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I lean in. Her lips part some more, her eyelids flutter, and she even goes on tiptoes.

Then…

The moment our lips touch, I know it. There’s no room for error, nor margin for doubts. Thrase is my jalshagar, my one fated mate, and this kiss has proved my theory. After laying my eyes on her for the first time, I immediately suspected she was my fated mate… now, my suspicions have turned into fact.

Finally.

Chapter Twelve

Thrase

Seems like I was wrong.

When we finally kissed, I immediately forgot all about the hormones and genetic imperatives I had been preaching about. Somehow, the science has stopped making sense, and the Kilgari’s concept of a fated mate suddenly seems very real.

Still with my lips on his, I melt into his embrace, enjoying the warmth of his body. I part my lips, allowing his tongue to dance with mine, and moan softly as I press my half-naked breasts against his well-built chest. Gently, he places his hands on my hips, his fingers slowly making their way to my backside.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of this,” he whispers against my lips, his fingers digging into my flesh. I feel his hardness too, his two hard members straining against the fabric of his pants and poking my inner thigh. Unable to restrain myself, I move one hand down his chest, ready to feel that hardness of his. My fingertips go over his belt, and then—

Someone knocks at the door.

“Shit,” Zander mutters, taking one step back and looking around the room. “I have to get back to my room.”

“How?” I ask him, adrenaline coursing through my veins. “It’s not like you can jump up to your floor.”

“If these assholes see us, we might—”

“What the fuck is going on in here?” A tall Kraaj shouts, stepping into the room so fast that the old-fashioned door slams itself against the wall. He’s wearing a Starcorp uniform, as are the two human guards flanking him. “You fucking golden bastard. I warned you to stay put. Did you really think I wouldn’t hear you climb down the balcony? A shitty cat with a broken leg would’ve made less noise than you.”

With his teeth gritted, the Kraaj reaches for his holster and pulls out his pistol. He aims it straight at Zander, and a sadistic grin dawns on his lips. Oh, crap, this is getting out of hand.

“Alright, alright,” Zander says, holding both his hands up. “You got me. I was just getting to know the good doctor. No harm in that, is there? Besides, I don’t remember anything in the contract about work colleagues developing, huh, an intimate friendship.”

“Is that what this is about?” the Kraaj asks, narrowing his eyes as he turns to face me. A shiver runs up my spine as I feel his gaze crawling over every inch of my skin, and a wave of nausea hits me hard as he smacks his lips approvingly. “Well, can’t say that I wouldn’t do the same, buddy. Unfortunately for you, orders are orders, and you are to stay put. Now, stop behaving like a fucking adolescent and return to your room.”

“I will,” Zander replies. “In a minute.”

“Are you shitting me?” Closing the distance between Zander and him, the Kraaj pushes the barrel of his pistol against the Kilgari’s chest. “I’m not going to give you a second, let alone a minute. Back to your room.” Once again, he taps the barrel against Zander’s chest. “Now.”

“That plan of yours almost got you shot,” I whisper the next day at work in the lab, keeping my eyes glued to the terminal’s screen. I keep on parsing through the chemical data results from the analysis made on biological samples taken from the women in cryo, but I’m not fully focused on it. After the kiss Zander and I shared last night, it’s hard to focus on anything.

“But I didn’t get shot,” he whispers back at me, and he’s bold enough to shoot me a cocky grin. “Besides, it was totally worth it.”

“I can’t argue with that.” Slowly, a tiny