Racar is determined to find a way to ensure that human females live as long as their Zerconian mates. Solving this problem has become the focus of his life. To the point that he hasn’t even noticed his own mate is right under his nose…
Trying her best to be noticed.
Ellie has tried everything she can to get the clueless, hunky healer to actually see her. Short of running around naked screaming his name she wasn’t sure what else she could do.
And frankly, she wasn’t even sure that would work.
When Racar discovers she is his mate, she doesn’t know whether to trust in him. To believe him.
To let herself hope.
“No. Why would it be a request when it will happen?”
“You are so arrogant.” She shook her head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Cute? I have heard people call Giz cute. I am not certain I like being referred to as cute. I am strong. Smart. Loyal. Not cute.”
“Racar, you can’t just dictate to me. You’re supposed to ask me.”
“But if I made it a question, then you could say no.”
“I could.”
“I do not want you to say no.”
She sighed. “Racar, ask me.”
He gave her a disgruntled look.
“Ask me,” she insisted.
“Will you move into my house with me?” he said with clear reluctance.
“Yes. I would love to.”
His face relaxed. “Then why did I have to ask?”
She just shook her head with a laugh. He was impossible. She stared up into his face. He was too gorgeous for words. Her body was on hot, her clit throbbing, her nipples hard little nubs.
“Racar?”
“Yes, my mate?”
“Will you kiss me?” she asked breathlessly, moving her lips towards him. Certain of his reply.
“No.”
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