Copyright © Amber Kell 2014. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing. Mars jaw dropped open as he examined the man sprawled across his bed. He thought hed seen just about everything during his space travels, but the perfection of the male lying across his covers hit all Mars hot points. Of course if this were Saint, hed been created just for him. Mars chest ached and he fought to gather more breath in his lungs before speaking. Had the engineer turned the oxygen off?
Who are you? He knew this must be Saint, the Thresl everyone had warned him about, but that didnt stop him from hoping hed been mistaken. Maybe this sexy intruder was a stowaway passenger planning to seduce Mars in order to stay aboard. It had happened once or twice in the past. Sometimes he even let them stay.
You can call me Saint or mate, Saint drawled as he slid off the bed. Or yours.
Saints predatory gait sent shivers of need down Mars spine. His cock hardened at the sight of all that exposed flesh while his head filled with all the things he could do with this gorgeous man. Some positions would require a flexibility Mars wasnt sure hed ever possessed, but hed damn sure like to try. The visual overload almost distracted him enough to miss the words. Mate?
The Thresl stepped closer and the scent of musky need and wildflowers swamped Mars senses. When had wildflowers become sexy? He had never been attracted to flowery smelling men before. Only Saint using the word mate stopped him from pouncing. Mars couldnt be anyones mate. The responsibility of dragging another person into his world wasnt one hed place on anyone. Mars didnt have relationshipshe had encounters with men hed never see again.
Still, every inch of his body yearned for Saint. His mouth watered at the thought of sucking the thick erection bobbing towards him as if offering him a taste. If he had a drop more Thresl blood, Mars knew his canines wouldve descended with the urge to bite and claim the man before him. Fortunately, at only a quarter Thresl, he didnt have many physical markings. The only sign of Thresl blood were Mars eyes, easily hidden when he went to extract kidnapped Thresls.
The sheer size of Saint surprised him. Mars almost always chose lovers smaller than himself. If Saint epitomized Mars perfect man, then Mars had been picking the wrong type for years. Even Zander, the love of his life, had been slighter than Mars. The man strutting towards him surpassed Mars in both breadth and height. Mars shook his head trying to dispel the urge to touch Saints golden skin.
Listen, its been a long day. All I want is my bed. He purposely blocked out the ideas that immediately came to mind about what he could do in that bed with the stunning creature before him.
Saint grinned. His gold eyes flared with lust. What a coincidence, thats what I want too.
Somehow I dont think you mean to sleep. Mars took a step backwards. He needed to escape the pheromones pouring off Saint before he gave in and jumped the guy. His muscles trembled from the effort of fighting the instinct to step closer.
Why waste a perfectly good bed for sleeping? Saints voice dipped to a low, rumbling purr. The sound rolled through Mars like a phantom caress. Damn, he wouldnt be able to battle this temptation for long. Mars tended to take what pleasure he could find when he found it. Not accepting such a blatant offering went against his nature. However, if Mars gave in to Saints appeal just once, he would be biologically bonded with the Thresl forever.
Determined to avoid that fate, Mars kept stepping back until he stood outside his suite. He didnt take another breath until the door closed between them....