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  As she explained, Cavas felt stunned.

  She’d never been with a male.

  She’d only pleasured herself.

  He was her first.

  He grinned. “So that was your best sexual encounter.” Cavas was thrilled to be her only male. “Life-lock to me, Jill.”

  She studied him, biting her lip.

  He leaned in and kissed her. His dick stiffened and throbbed. He wanted her again.

  He began to move slow, taking her. She moaned against his tongue and immediately wrapped around him.

  He’d give her more pleasure, until she couldn’t possibly deny him.

  By the time he let her out of this bed, Jill would agree to become his.

  It was a good plan, if he said so himself. Cathian and his other male crew members were correct in locking themselves to humans. They might be frail and small, but touching them was the best thing he’d ever experienced. He also admired Jill’s courage, her inner strength, and he just…really liked her.

  He was keeping her. It was settled.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jill cried out Cavas’s name, clawing at the bedding. He had her on her hands and knees, taking her from behind, his hands cupping her breasts.

  Sweat soaked her body as she collapsed on the mattress, fighting to catch her breath.

  He gently separated them and adjusted her on his messed-up bedding until she lay curled on her side.

  Death by dick. It’s a real thing. At least, she felt like it might be. Cavas had made love to her countless times.

  “I’ll be right back. I’m getting us food and drinks.”

  “I’m never going to walk again,” she muttered.

  “What was that?”

  “Nothing.” She was beyond tender. Cavas was seriously hung. He put her sex toys to shame. It took effort to find the strength to sit up, and she winced, definitely a little tender between her legs.

  She watched him strut naked to the food replicator in his cabin. He had an amazing ass. Everything about him was amazing. She reached for the covers but then hesitated. He’d just tear it away. He liked to see her naked and had made that very clear.

  He returned quickly with bowls piled high with meat and vegetables. Alien forks were stabbed into the mix. She accepted one, inhaling the scent. It smelled good enough to make her stomach respond. Those sounds had him chuckling as he placed his food on the bed and went back for drinks. He placed those onto the table next to them.

  Jill dug into the food with gusto. The seasoned meat tasted like beef, like she’d had before. The veggies were purple and red, but they were good. The closest she could compare them to was cabbage and…maybe onion? Whatever it was, she wasn’t going to complain. She was starving.

  “Slow down, or you might not keep it down.”

  She arched her eyebrows at him but said nothing.

  He grinned. “I got us chilled drinks this time to cool our bodies. It’s an energy supplement that humans seem to like.”

  “Thank you.” She put the bowl down and lifted a mug, gave it a sniff, and decided to try it. It was some kind of sweet juice, but he was right. It was cold. She took a bigger gulp.

  “Are you ready to life-lock to me?”

  She met his gaze and saw a gleam of humor in his eyes. “If I say no?”

  He grinned. “I’ll keep convincing you until you say yes.”

  “I don’t think I could take it.”

  His heated golden gaze swept down her body, resting on her breasts for long seconds, before he took another bite of his food. He chewed, swallowed, and then licked his lips. “I’m prepared to persuade you more after we eat.”

  She decided he was trying to kill her by dick. It was a hell of a way to go. She might be sore, but it had been worth it. “I need to sleep first. And take a shower.”

  “I’ll not allow you to put space between us, Jill.” His golden gaze flashed predatorily. “We’ll shower together before we sleep. When we wake, I’ll continue to convince you to agree.”

  She was starting to know that look well. He meant what he was saying and wouldn’t back down. “It’s crazy to get married just because you’re super-hot and have mad sex skills.”

  “I will take that as a compliment.”

  “I’m almost afraid to find out what you’re like in heat if your sex drive is this strong now.”

  That caused him to laugh. “I will avoid entering you until the end of my heat, but expect my mouth to live between your thighs during most of my cycle.”

  Jill currently hated her body, since his raspy words caused her clit to throb and her nipples to harden. She was thinking about sex, and it didn’t make her want to crawl away from him. Instead, she wanted to climb onto his lap.

  She used to hear her aunt and cousin complain about how sex wasn’t all that great. They’d either lied, or their husbands had been shit in bed. Cavas certainly wasn’t. Even sore and exhausted, she was willing to go another round with him.

  “Is this your big plan? Sex me up until I can’t think?”

  “Is it working?”

  She shoved more food into her mouth, dropping her gaze. He was too handsome when he was being cute and playful. She knew he was teasing, but at the same time, he was deadly serious.

  “What are you thinking about, Jill?”

  She swallowed, took a sip of the drink, and then sighed, looking at him again. “You’re crazy.”

  “Perhaps, when it comes to you. We’re good together.”

  He’d convinced her body. By the fifth or sixth time he’d gotten her off, she felt addicted to him. Owned. Possessed. She hadn’t even felt upset about it. That might have been because he’d fucked her brains out. Or at least close to it. Now that he wasn’t kissing her, touching her, or inside her, it was easier to think.

  “What are your concerns? I’ll alleviate them.”

  A tiny bit of her resented that he seemed to be able to read her so easily. “I don’t know. It’s just so fast. We should date for a while before making a huge decision like that. This life-locking is for life, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “See? Scary stuff right there.”

  “Why?”

  She held his gaze. “What if we decide we don’t like each other in, say, a year? What if you meet someone you want more than me? What if we fight all the time and end up hating each other? What if our cultural differences are too drastic?” She pointed at him. “Tryleskian.” She turned the finger toward her chest. “Human.”

  He got off the bed, put his bowl on the table, and then took hers. That went on the table, too. He sat next to her, then surprised her by lifting her onto his lap. She liked it when he wrapped his arms around her, holding her.

  “Jill,” he rasped. “It will work. We’re very compatible. Haven’t I proven that?”

  “In bed, we’re great. What about out of it?”

  He turned her head, cupping her face with his hand. The intense stare he gave her made her heart race. She loved his beautiful eyes, but they were a reminder that he was an alien.

  “We’ll make it work because we want it to. I can compromise. You can, too. We’ll find a middle ground if we have a disagreement. You want to discuss culture? In mine, your happiness will become my priority. I’m nothing like Earth males. We’ve already established that’s an excellent quality.”

  She laughed. “True.”

  He held out his hand. She hesitated, but then put her hand on his, and he clasped them tight.

  “We’ll be together. One unit. A team. You and I will face everything together.”

  She stared at their combined hands…and longing hit. It had been years since she’d lost her family, since she’d been totally on her own. Once they were gone, she’d had no one to depend on. To love. Friends were nice, but she’d barely had any. The ones she did have weren’t that close to her. They’d been co-workers or neighbors she’d only chatted with in passing.

  Cavas was offering to make a life with her.

  She