Page 27 of The First Alpha on the Planet
“Beta Robard.” He gave the male a cold nod.
“Fel… I—” Robard sank in his seat, throat cracking. “I didn’t mean to… With Roan.”
“I’m under the assumption you didn’t know.” Fel brushed his hair back behind his ear, pale-blue strands that matched his freckles glimmering as his tail did thecome hithergesture, but stiffened into irritation.
“I didn’t mean to.” Robard rested his face in his hands and huffed while his tail returned the come-hither gesture.
“Then why are you upset? Roan has chosen his mate. I assume they need nothing of you and there are no lingering desires.” Fel’s tail flicked with mild irritation. “And you have found an omega you wish to bond yourself to, no?”
Fel’s tail snapped the ground with irritation. “And I specifically requested you not make your way down here to create this ‘Jah-ree Spreen gurr’ thing that Noel speaks so infamously of.”
“Because I wanted to see you! Apologize and see—Fuck.” Robard rubbed his temples. “I want to be with you, Fel, and I don’t think that you’ll want me if I’ve put a baby in Roan.”
Fel narrowed his eyes. “You are with me, now. Why would I want to not be with you if you have impregnated Roan. I’m certain your donations have impregnated many others.”
“I want to be special. Together-together.” Robard’s tail twisted into a corkscrew of frustration.
“You wish to be my friend?” Fel perked up hopefully.
“Progenitors’ sake…” I muttered to myself and sighed heavily. “Fel! He wants to be your mate.”
Fel blinked as Robard’s throat squeaked, tail going limp.
“If this is true, why did you not ask me to be your mate?” Fel stared at Robard as if he were something stuck on the bottom of his clawed foot.
“Terrans invented something calledshameandfear of rejectionthat they are rather proud of possessing. Perfected it, even.” Roan sniffed imperiously. “Rather juvenile.”
Fel turned his head to give Roan a look that I couldn’t make out, but whatever it was chastened him.
Fel reached into the neckline of his shirt and fiddled with the collar he wore, face twisted. “I’ll see to these two, then I will remove this. But you do understand there is a reason why I neverwore a collar when I copulated with you? I was inviting you to claim me, stupid beta.”
I stared at the interaction, face heating as they glanced back at me. Fel had words to say and huffed. “Roan will accept you as his mate. He wishes to raise young with you. I’d let him speak, but it seems Terrans are terrible at communication. Mazel Tov, bruh.”
Fel stormed off as Roan and I glanced at one another in twisted confusion.
“Whose bright idea was it to let Noel and Merriel teach them Terran?” I sat in discomfort as Fel grabbed Robard by the wrist and physically dragged him from the room, tail doing a mix of that inviting curl and anger at the same time.
“Vil.” Roan rolled his eyes and slid over to sit straddling my lap. My hand traversed his sides and gripped his hips.
“So. You’re okay with it?”
“If you are.” Roan shrugged. “I’m too lizardy to really go back to a Terran colony and perform my old duties. I may need to take some trips back.” Roan shrugged and traced a finger over my bare shoulder, nudging aside the bare strap that held up what they lovingly referred to as a shirt; one meant for alphas.
I leaned my head to the side and took a deep breath. The sex with him had been fantastic, and my instincts told me he’d be perfect. Sure, he’d been a pain in our collective asses, but I knew Vil could be equally asinine. I closed my eyes and relished the warmth of his breath on my neck, the gentle wet part of his lips and tongue, a shuddered gasp. All things combined as a single warning before he leaned in and bit.
The sting was painful at first and radiated outward until it hit my spine. Pleasure pulsed along every nerve in my body, swimming in my belly as something coursed through my veins.Venom?I wasn’t certain.
I didn’t think I could get hard again for a while, but my cock proved me wrong as Roan licked the spot almost apologetically and turned back to my mouth to kiss me. Blood, rather like his had been, only gamier, slid over my tongue, laced with the sweet flavor of my mate’s mouth. Roan’s saliva had grown in intensity, the flavor blossoming, a poison to anything else that would accept it.
“Not here. Let’s go—” Roan’s face twisted. “We return to Vil’s and make nice…”
“Should I make arrangements to move into the home they gave me originally?” I nudged his shoulder.
“Please, for the love ofus, yes.” He nuzzled into my neck, and I readied myself for every snide remark and jeering comment Vil had in his arsenal. “Are you sure you’re… Okay with the whole Robard thing?”
“As long as it wasn’t motherfucking Gorm.”
Chapter Twelve
