Page 13 of Solan

“Emotions are a problem.”

“But you do feel,” Vegas said. “I’ve seen Galaxars when they are angered.”

“Anger is a positive emotion.”

Vegas hummed under her breath. “It’s useful when fighting but not when you’re trying to show you care.”

“We are never angry when we engage in combat. That clouds the judgment.”

“What do you feel when you fight?”

“I feel calm. It is what I have been created to do. If I’m not fighting, then I’m not fulfilling my purpose.”

“You sound like a cyborg.”

Solan snorted. “Galaxars are more advanced than cyborgs.”

“They have metallic components. You’re just flesh and blood. You must be easier to hurt than a cyborg.”

“Feel my flesh.” Solan extended his arm.

Vegas’s eyes widened. “Why would I want to feel you?”

“You say our genetic tinkering caused problems. But that tinkering created a tough, protective skin. It’s as if we have armor covering our bodies.”

“That doesn’t sound comfortable.” Vegas moved closer. Her fingers hovered above Solan’s arm.

The heat from her skin felt like a magnet, drawing his arm closer. “Touch me.”

Vegas gently stroked her fingers across his arm. Her touch made his cock twitch.

“You do feel different. It feels almost like leather.”

“Dig your nails into me.”

She pulled her hand back. “No way.”

He shook his head. “I’ll barely feel it. You cannot hurt me.”

“I don’t need to do that to know how tough Galaxars are,” Vegas said. “Everybody knows your reputation. You need to understand that this coupling cannot simply be about producing a child if you want it to be a long-term success.”

“Who said it needs to be long-term? Once I have my child, I will have no use for the female.”

Vegas’s eyes narrowed. It excited him to see her anger grow. There was a passion inside this woman.

“It might not bother you, but your mate will not give up her child easily. She will expect you to bond.”

“You are referring to your marriage ceremony again?”

“You don’t need to be married, but you will need to remain committed to her. The women who join the agency don’t hand over their children. Human women grow attached to their babies before they are born.”

He shrugged. “I will arrange a suitable sum of compensation for the child. My match will be able to have more. She will not miss one infant.”

Vegas’s hands balled into fists. “She will miss every child. We’re not here as baby making factories. You are here to find your mate. You are here to complete your family.”

“My match will understand. I am hoping she is not as emotionally driven as you. Unchecked emotions cause problems.”

The scowl on Vegas’s face made her no less attractive. “All humans are emotionally driven, you pig-headed alien.”