Page 47 of Alien Naga's Prize
“From what my medical staff have told me, it’s only because of your venom in her system she’s still alive.” Dan raises his hand as if he’s about to touch me, but I glare, and he drops it again. “You did save her, big guy.”
Big guy?
I lift my lips to reveal my sharp fangs.
“Prince Azul,” he says, quickly. “Anyway, they think she should be awake soon, so we’ll leave you two alone.”
“Once she’s awake, we’re leaving,” I retort, like a youngling.
“As you wish.” He gives me a smart salute and quickly vacates my presence.
I take Jenna’s hand. It’s warm in mine. It belongs to me—she belongs to me, I’m sure of it. She took my venom, my seed.
She took my heart.
This is fate, I know it.
But what if it’s not?
“Come back to me, my Jenna. All my worlds are tied up with you. I need you to live, to breathe, to be who I know I can be. I need you.”
I drop my head gently to her chest where I can feel it rise and fall with her breath. I can’t risk hurting her any more than I already have.
She is my everything.
“You’re thinking too loudly,” Jenna murmurs, her hand squeezing mine gently, her eyes still closed.
“I can stop if it hurts you,” I reply.
“Everything hurts,” she says.
“Then I will kill every creature who made you hurt.”
“I sort of assumed you already had,” she murmurs, the hint of a smile on her lips.
Lips I have no option but to brush with the softest of kisses.
“I will always destroy anyone who tries to hurt you, my little sunray.”
“I will expect it.” She opens her eyes and I’m mirrored in them. “Where the hell are we?”
“We are on board the Star FighterKing Charles the Third.” I snort. “Yourfriendis the captain.”
Jenna’s brow furrows. “The S.CBritanniadoesn’t have a fighting force,” she says.
“Apparently you do, but they’re very secret.” I sigh.
“Sounds very typical of the British way of doing things.” Jenna yawns. “What about Rossz?”
“He’s where you put him. He’s perfectly well and safe, but I do need to get him to Tisel.”
“Well, what are we waiting for?” Jenna pushes herself up on her elbows, wincing.
“I thought…” My heart is in my throat as I help her sit up. “I thought you might want to stay with your species.”
The way she looks at me, she might as well have held a blaster to my heart.
“I…want to be with you, Azul. You’re my husband. You told me I was your bride, your mate.” Her hand flutters over her breast where I bit her. “Don’t you want me?”