Mission: Guardian Angel (Veslor Mates Book 2) Read online

  “We need to stay here to let in the movers coming with the new bedroom set.”

  “They can wait for my grouping to return. They’ll be fast. Most of our things are still in bags. There was only one closet.”

  She let him lead her into the master bedroom, closing the door behind them. Then he locked it. Drak released her hand, his heated gaze traveling down her body. “Remove the data pad and anything else from your pockets.”

  Her heart raced and she grinned. “Okay.” She removed it, her identification badge, and the protection spray she’d started carrying around the ship once she realized some fleet members hated her. He spotted the small canister as she moved to the nightstand, placing the items there.

  “What is that?”

  “Protection spray. It will drop a person if you hit them in the face with it. It nearly knocks them out once they breathe it in, but not quite. It also hurts their skin, in case they see it coming and try to hold their breath. It’s nonlethal.”

  “Why do you carry it?”

  “A lot of women do.” At least she did. “I’m not trained to use weapons. Some guys can be dangerous. The spray can take them down if they are.”

  He snarled low. “Your males attack females often enough for your people to create something like that?”

  “Unfortunately, it happens sometimes. And I’m not especially liked.” She wanted to change the subject fast and approached him, stopping close. “Show me how your females let you know they’re interested in this…copulation.”

  That seemed to mellow his anger. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

  That excited her instead, wondering what he’d do. He backed up a bit and then ran his gaze down her body again, making a low growling noise. Then he stalked closer, rounded her, and brushed his body against hers lightly. He stopped behind her, sniffed, and lowered his head, nuzzling her neck with his nose while a new sound came from him.

  It was a low purr.

  His hands were on her next, running over her outfit at the waist and her back. His touch was firm as he caressed her, and she swore she felt the light rake of claws. He was gentle though. She remembered him showing her those claws inside the cavern when they’d been trapped. They were obviously retractable, and he could sheath them. He could have torn right through her clothing but he didn’t. Her body responded, her nipples beading and butterflies filling her belly. It was super-hot.

  Drak released her as he stepped in front of her. “A female would attack a male right now if he held still the way you did, telling him she was interested too.”

  “Why attack? How?”

  “She’d try to take him to the ground. We fight back without hurting her and pin her beneath us. It’s a test to make certain we’re stronger than the female, and worthy.”

  “What if she’s stronger and pins him?”

  “The female would reject copulating with him. She’d stalk away from him in disappointment.”

  “Wow. That’s harsh. Men who can pin a woman can have sex with her?”

  “Yes. She’s made her interest known. It’s why our females always approach the males, and not the other way around.”

  “It’s all up to them, then?”

  “We show interest first with looks, sniffing at them if they are near, and body language.”

  “Like you just showed me?”

  “No. Males don’t touch females until after they approach us.” He backed up more and ran his heated gaze down her body. It was purely sexual. Then he smiled big enough to flash his teeth, expanding his impressive chest. “I’m saying I’m interested.”

  Abby grinned. “I’m a fast learner. Let’s see how I do, expressing that I’m interested in copulating with you. I’ll skip the growling, though, since I’m not a Veslor.”

  Surprise crossed his face.

  She walked up to him, rounded him, brushing her body against his slowly. A low purr came from him as she reached his back. He was too tall to sniff at his neck or nuzzle it the way he had hers, but she put her hands on him, running them along his hip and back. She even dug in her fingernails enough to make him feel them through his shirt. She inhaled his scent. He smelled really good, and she moaned.

  His entire body tensed, and that purring sound grew deeper. It was sensual, and it turned her on more. She moved around him, making sure she kept brushing against his body. Once she was standing in front of him, she let her hands flatten on his chest, smiling.

  “The bed is over there. You’re going to have to back up closer to it if you want me to give you a push hard enough to knock you over. If I’m able. You’re a big guy.”

  He didn’t laugh or smile back. “This is as far as we’ll go with Veslor mating habits. I won’t wrestle with you, Abby. You’d be injured. Take off your clothing. I don’t want to tear them.”

  She liked that he was demanding, since she often found herself in charge of a relationship. And that deep voice made her so wet. She reached up, unfastening the front of her shirt. She kicked off her shoes while she stripped.

  Drak bent, tearing off his boots and tossed them aside. He reached for his shirt next.

  The sight of his muscled arms, chest, and ripped upper body took her breath away. He had to have the best one she’d even seen. She couldn’t wait to touch him to see how soft that thin layer of fur felt.

  Abby unclipped her bra, shrugged it off, and reached for her pants. Those were easy to get off. She removed her panties, too, but Drak had paused his hands over the front of his waist, his pants still on.

  “What’s wrong?” She hoped he didn’t change his mind. She wasn’t extremely fit the way he was.

  “I’ve seen one of your males drop his pants. Veslors are different.”

  “I know.”

  His features harshened and a low snarl erupted. “How? What male bared himself to you?”

  She wondered if he was jealous. If so, that was cute. “No one did. I’m friends with Vivian, remember? She’s mated and has shared a few facts with me. Including some physical differences between human and Veslor men in that department.”

  His features smoothed out. “Apologies. My grouping knows of my interest in you. I had wondered if any of the trading Veslors you had met offered you comfort.”

  “None of them did. I saw Brassi comfort Vivian, though. The holding thing. Not them having sex.” Her attention focused on his chest. “You have a more muscular physic than he does.”

  He smiled then. “We’re fighters. They are traders. All Veslors can defend themselves but my grouping prides ourselves on our strength and endurance during a battle. It tends to give us extra muscles.”

  “I appreciate the visual results,” she admitted.

  Drak unfastened his pants and shoved them down. He did it in a way that hid what he was exposing, bending almost in half. He was certainly flexible. She appreciated that, too. He raised his face to watch her as he lifted his feet to move the pants from around his ankles—and then flashed her a naughty grin. There was a teasing glint in his bright green eyes.

  He straightened after he’d kicked them away, boldly displaying his body for her.

  Abby could only think of three words.

  Best. Sight. Ever.

  It also suddenly made sense why Brad Rogers and his team hated the Veslors so deeply. Maybe they’d seen their new team members naked. None of them had a hope of winning a dick-measuring contest with a Veslor. Drak not only had length in his favor, but girth. Some women might be daunted by that…but not her. Abby was up for the challenge.

  She drew closer to Drak. Her heart was pounding and she wanted to put her hands all over him.

  “I don’t want to frighten you,” he growled softly. “I’ll go very slow.”

  “I’m pretty brave…and not feeling an ounce of fear at the moment.” Abby smiled at him. “I know you won’t hurt me. Show me how Veslors copulate.”

  He reached for her, his hands curving around her hips. “No. You’re too delicate. I’ll be gentle with you. We�€