a female from Earth. It was decided that I was the strongest and most intelligent, and they combined their gold to secure a bride for me with Mail Order Human, and that is how we became betrothed. Your presence on this planet has been anticipated for many moons. My entire family has awaited you, Ally. I have waited for you all these years.” He tried to speak in as gentle a voice as possible. He hated to see her frightened. If she understood the ways of his people, perhaps she might soften toward him and open her heart.
His cock stiffened further when his eyes fell to her bare leg. Her dress had drifted up to her thigh during her tumble onto the bed. Another deep growl emanated from his throat.
“Your father told me you were usually an obedient daughter, a sweet girl. I had thought…” He had thought what? That she would spread her legs willingly? That she would drool over his massive-compared-to-human-male’s physique and fall in love with him?
Well yes, actually, he had thought she would become instantly smitten with him when she stepped off the Starship Matchmaker . Instead, she’d tried to run away. Twice. He supposed he didn’t know much about her culture. Was he going about this the wrong way?
The Protemeian way was to conquer. His people had long been kidnapping and claiming their mates, females from a variety of distant planets. He saw nothing wrong with taking a female. It was for the betterment of his race, the continuation of his people, and it wasn’t as if Protemeian males didn’t treat their brides with kindness. Though rough on the surface, the males of his kind became fiercely attached to their females, protecting them with their lives and putting the needs of their brides and children above all else.
He straddled her on the bed and cupped her face. “I will be gentle, Ally. Do not fear.”
She didn’t move or speak, but her eyes grew wider the longer he held her gaze. He gentled his expression, wanting her to realize how important she was to him and his people. Females were treasured.
At least humans were sexually compatible with his kind in every way. They would be able to copulate easily, without having to guess what went where. Beneath that dress, she had a sweet little pussy begging for attention. He detected the heady scent of her arousal, pungent and sweetly feminine. Despite her protests, a part of her wanted to submit.
Ah, he couldn’t wait to taste her and make her shudder with ecstasy.
“When I say you’re mine, Ally, when I remind you that my family bought you, it is not to repress you or make you feel inferior in anyway.” He paused, letting this sink in. He hoped he knew what he was talking about, but he spoke from the heart as he tried to mend the rift between them. “It is a special thing, for a Protemeian male to possess a female when we have so few compatible mates. We wanted you so badly that we gathered our resources, combining the gold my great-grandfather mined on a distant planet in order to pay Mail Order Human’s fee.”
“I spent six weeks on the Starship Matchmaker and every single woman aboard signed up willingly. Why did your father arrange for me to go instead of a willing woman? The betrothal doesn’t make sense. Why wait for me all these years when you could’ve had another woman sooner?”
“My father prayed to our ancestors for guidance. He had several offers of women from Mail Order Human, but only one from a man who wanted to secure a betrothal for his daughter who wasn’t even of age yet.” Naad smiled and stroked her silken locks, tangling her hair in his fingers and luxuriating in her sweet softness. “At first my father had planned to buy an older female that would be here and waiting for me when I came of age, but then after he prayed to our ancestors, his father came to him in a vision and said one word.”
“One word?”
“Ally,” Naad replied. “He said your name to my father in a vision, and then our fathers arranged for our