Alien Brute - Luna Hunter Page 0,1

his lips seem to glisten. They’re beckoning me. Tempting me.

What the frick?!

I back away and curl up in the corner of the carriage, as far away from this brute as possible. Which is not very far.

“Uhm, so that’s human greetings good luck you’ll do great,” I rattle on. “No more questions.”

Ciara shakes her head. “No, we can’t end it there. Now he’ll try to kiss Captain Haas! Kozus — stick to handshakes. Like this!”

My red-headed friend practices shaking hands with the Aegir prince. And she doesn’t devolve into whimpering and moaning while doing it, either.

Did the prince hypnotize me? Or was it something… deeper? I have to call Olivia as soon as possible — she can tell me more. She’s dating one of these aliens, if anyone knows what just happened, it’s her.

I turn my attention away from the chatting pair and look out the window. The shuttle’s in sight. Good. I can’t wait for this moment to be over.

Kozus

What strange, lovely, captivating creatures these human females are. I can see why Xeer Malak has fallen for Emma. And now even the gruff Xak has taken a human mate!

I cannot blame them. The humans are absolutely gorgeous. Especially this one, with her dark skin and black curls, her wide, captivating laugh and mesmerizing brown eyes. Sasha is her name.

It rolls of the tongue easily. The kind of name you can growl passionately. Sasha. Drop your panties. It’s time for your reward.

Blood rushes down to where it shouldn’t go, for my form-fitting dun armor hides nothing. This is not the time for fantasies. I must remain in control.

It was easier to control my primal instincts before I kissed Sasha’s soft cheeks, before her alluring scent primed all of my neurons.

Malak has entrusted me with this important mission: Welcome the human colony ship, and extend them an invitation to settle on Aegon. I must not let anything get in the way of that.

The carriage slows down to a halt. I exit the vehicle, my boots sinking into the deep, pristine snow. The fresh mountain air fills my lungs and a sense of calm washes over me. These will be my last few breaths of Aegon air for a while. Better make them count.

I help Ciara step out the carriage, for the drop is not made for humans and their small statures. I offer my hand to Sasha next, but her brown eyes are filled with indignation.

“I don’t need your help, Aegir,” she says.

Sasha steps out, misjudges the drop, and lands face down in the cold snow. I pick her up as Ciara laughs, and brush the snow off her shoulders.

“You are too proud, human,” I say.

“Let me go,” she protests, her legs and arms flailing wildly.

A part of me does not want to let her go. A part of me enjoys the feeling of holding her in my hands, sensing her heat even through the many layers of clothing adorning her soft, supple human body. But, I do as she wishes.

“After you.”

The two humans walk towards my ship. I wait for a moment. I tell myself it is to take one last look at these sacred, jagged peaks, to savor the sound of fresh snow crunching underneath my heavy boots, to let the cool air prickle my blue skin.

But it is all a lie, for the real reason I am delaying is to watch Sasha walk away, to see her hips sway from left to right, and to adjust my cock which has become uncomfortably hard.

Her curvy body is swaddled in many layers of clothing, and yet I can picture her naked body as clear as this beautiful day.

Curious.

That is what I thought of Malak finding his fated mate in a human’s arms. A curiosity. An abnormality. I didn’t judge him for it — I am not my father — but I didn’t understand it either.

I am learning.

My fingers run through my dark hair, brushing against my horns, as I shake my head. My path has been set. My father has chosen a mate for me, as is the Kar custom. The date for the mating ceremony has been set. Invitations extended.

I have no use for these confusing feelings.

Chapter 2

Sasha

Even though we’re trudging through the thick, cold snow I’m burning up inside. The cloak feels heavy and constrictive. I glance over my shoulder and catch Kozus’s blue eyes. They snap up and look at me, and I can read the telltales signs of guilt on his chiseled, Aegir face.

The prince was checking