Take a Human female as a mate on the off chance of saving his race? Absurd.

At least that's what Prince Elorshin Do'ana thinks. It's true, the Alvan race is dying. There have been no new births in years and if they don't do something, their entire race is doomed. However, Elorshin doesn't want to bind himself to a mate that can't fully share in the fated bond that all Alvan crave. Forced into a marriage by a House more powerful than his own, Prince Elorshin doesn't think he will ever know happiness, that is until he meets his bright, luscious bride.

Margot Whelan wants two things, one of which she will never have. Love and a baby. The second can't happen, not as long as she's on Earth. Population control is too strict. When she sees an advertisement for the Celestial Mates Dating Agency she decides to take the chance. After all, what future does she have on an overpopulated Earth? She agrees to marry the hot, seven foot tall, indigo alien with sparkling emerald eyes and oddly sexy fangs.

He struggles with the war between what his body craves and what his heart needs. Somehow, Margot must get past the language barrier and forge the connection Elorshin so desperately desires. A love that Houses will go to war for.

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I stalk toward Margot, furious that she would demean herself in such a way.

A Princess should never have to dirty her hands with manual labor. It is unbecoming to her position, to me, and to House Do'ana.

Her eyes widen as I close the distance between us.

Even in my anger, I note the deep brown of the gown she is wearing and how well it compliments her coloring and the dangerous curves of her body.

Curves I want to mold with my hands.

"Leave us!" I bark out as I reach my tiny mate. I stay in place in front of her as everyone leaves the room. "Why are you cleaning?"

She shakes her head, frowning in confusion.

I know she cannot understand me, but I say it anyway.

"You are not a servant here! Cleaning and working are not your duties!" I say, my voice low with frustration.

She frowns and says something back in a sharp tone, not at all apologetic.

I feel my anger surge again.

She does not yet know our ways, and yet she argues with me?

My eyes narrow.

And then she takes a firm hold of my cock. Her soft, small hand closing around me.

I blink at her, stupefied by this development.

What tactic is this?

"What are you doing?" I demand.

She says something else in a low voice, raising her chin in defiance.

I feel myself harden even more in her hand until I am fully, undeniably erect.

My lust, anger, and frustration collide together in a volatile mixture.

With a growl, I crowd her back into a nearby alcove and pick her up, setting her on the ledge.

She has driven me too far.

Now she will pay the price.

I will not stop until she is writhing with pleasure upon my tongue, until she is gasping with the intensity of the climax I intend to give her.

Until she forgets why she is defying me at all, her body putty in my hands.

I want her taste to coat my tongue, want to feel her legs tremble and her body arch, unable to control herself as I do what I want with her, until I drive her to the brink.

My cock throbs, almost painfully, against the now taut fabric of my trousers.

Her eyes are wide as she watches me and I know she worries what I may do.

Perhaps she should worry.