I narrow my gaze. “How old are you?” He looks about thirty.
“One hundred and twenty-five.”
My breath hitches. Is he serious?
He strokes his fingers through my hair before reaching to touch my fingertips with his. The contact sends shock waves through my body. It’s unnerving. Every time he touches me, I feel like I’m falling deeper under his spell.
“Come, Little one.”
He won’t stop calling me that. I can tell I’m not going to be able to dissuade him. He’s asserting his dominance in a firm way.
“Am I really never returning to my apartment?” My lip quivers as I start to absorb the reality.
“No, Baby girl. But I will send someone to retrieve some things for you if you’d like. John will do it.”
“John? The bouncer at the front? He was a condescending ass to me and Mia. If you tell him we got chosen, he’ll laugh for the rest of his life. There’s no way he would be willing to go get anything for us.”
Ganrax narrows his gaze. “No cussing, Little girl. This is your only warning. The next time you use a naughty word, I will discipline you.”
My heart races. Part of me wants to tell him to go fuck himself. He’s dominating me so hard, and I don’t like it. Another part of me is trembling because his voice alone does things to my body. Things I’ve never experienced before. Naughty things. His authoritative tone is so damn hot, and I’m furious with myself for thinking so.
“I tend to cuss a lot, especially when I’m frustrated or angry,” I tell him. I’m testing him.
His response is quick and firm. “Then you’ll spend a lot of time with a red-hot bottom until you learn to obey me, Baby girl.”
I stop breathing. He can’t be serious. While I’m too stunned to respond, he dips his body, sets his shoulder against my waist, and lifts me off the ground.
I’m dangling over his back, my hair in wild disarray. I pound my fists against him, but this only hurts me, not him. He’s rock solid. Made of muscle. He doesn’t even flinch as I continue to fight him while he enters the elevator and pushes a button.
“Put me down,” I shout. “You can’t force me to go with you. I have my own free will.”
The elevator opens a few seconds later, and he steps out.
I’m flailing all around, trying to see my surroundings while I fight him. We’re in an apartment. It’s a wide-open floorplan, so I can see all of the kitchen and living room as he turns. The furniture is huge, but otherwise the apartment looks mostly normal.
Ganrax crosses straight through this large living space and through another door. He finally lowers me onto the biggest tallest bed I’ve ever seen. I’m five-ten, and I would need a stool to climb up this high.
The air is knocked out of my lungs as I land on my back. I can’t catch my breath. He’s hovering over me. His lips are so close to mine. He smells so divine. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. His eyes… The wave of his hair… His lips… God, that smile… I want him to kiss me.
It’s like I’m in a trance. There’s a war inside me. I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t even be looking at him. I should wiggle off the edge of this bed and run for the elevator. Except I’d probably twist an ankle, landing on the floor. How high up are we?
On my next deep inhale, I breathe in so much of him that I can’t stand it. “Kiss me.”
Chapter Four
Ganrax
The last half hour has been the most stressful in my hundred and twenty-five years. I’m certain the next several months will be just as trying. Well, not the six months while my Little girl is in stasis in the transport vessel, but I have no doubt she will wake up just as feisty and furious as she is now.
All that matters, right this moment, however, is her last two words. I’m not going to turn her down. Without hesitation, I lower my lips to hers and kiss her with all the emotion I’m feeling for her. I don’t hold back. I plunder her mouth, demanding entrance and then sucking her tongue until she moans.
The sound makes my cock so hard that it’s going to be difficult to hold back. I will, though. She isn’t ready to see the size of my erection let alone take it into her body.
Her tiny hands come to my hips and then slide up my body, making me wish I wasn’t wearing this stupid suit. It’s part of the arrangement. Eleadian males come to the club every night dressed in immaculate suits. I suppose they give a certain impression to the human world.
We don’t wear anything like this at home. The most we ever wear are loose black pants. Rarely shoes. Never shirts. Clothing is not something we concern ourselves with on Eleadia. The temperature is perfect year-round. There is no need for more, and we don’t use clothing as any sort of status symbol. It’s practical and nothing more.
Ava is insatiable, returning my kiss with just as much driving need as I feel. Her hands slide under my suit jacket and push it off my shoulders.
I reach back and help her, dropping it to the floor before yanking on my black tie next. For a female who told me just moments ago that she didn’t want to have sex on the first date, she’s tackling the buttons of my dress shirt as though she’ll expire without getting it off me.
This frenzy was not in my plans. I knew I would feel it, but I hadn’t expected to act on it, nor had I understood how powerful it would be.
I need to look at her, so I release her lips and put a few inches between us. While I finish unbuttoning my shirt, I watch her squirm. She’s so aroused that it’s consuming her and causing her to forget how frustrated she was with me just moments ago.
Her dress is tiny. It barely covers her bottom to begin with, and it has inched up her body enough that I can see the black lace thong she’s wearing under it. I want to push the dress off her body and tug that thong down her sexy legs with my teeth. Her strappy heels can go last.
It’s heady knowing that once I remove these three items from her body, she will never again wear clothing. She has no idea that after I unwrap my present, it will remain unwrapped for the rest of our lives. The only thing I will permit her to wear, starting now, will be a soft absorbent diaper.
Introducing her to that last concept is going to be a battle. I’m well aware it’s a battle for every single Eleadian male. Human females are not accustomed to being coddled and cared for by their mates. They thrive on misplaced independence and demand to be treated as though they are dominant.
Perhaps on Earth, females are capable of that level of dominance in some cases. Maybe even a lot of instances. But that’s not the Eleadian way. No matter how hard Ava protests, she will eventually learn that submitting to me has rewards she’s never dreamed of.
I will treat her like a princess, but it’s going to be a challenge teaching her to accept that. Very challenging.
As I tug my shirt off my arms, leaving my chest bare, I also kick off the uncomfortable dress shoes.
My mate is licking her lips as her gaze roams all over my chest. Eleadians are not vain by nature. We don’t compare ourselves to others. We haven’t had females on our planet for over a century, so no one alive today has any recollection of what it was like for our parents and their parents. Perhaps things were different. It’s possible the females, centuries ago, vied for the attention of the males. Did they compete? Did they primp themselves? Did the males have any sort of hierarchy?
