Survive by Elizabeth Kelly
The job was supposed to be easy. Mediate a dispute between the western Draax king and humans and return to Earth for a hard-earned promotion.
Until a rival Draax king kidnaps my mother and forces me to help him.
I’m no spy, but I’ll do whatever it takes to save my mother, including lying to and sabotaging the Draax king I’m meant to help.
I know my plan will work… until I meet Krey.
A king’s guard and the western king’s adopted brother, Krey is sweet and sexy, and he wants me.
He’s willing to keep things casual, but fate can be a real jerk sometimes. We’re falling in love. Only the person Krey believes I am is a lie.
Krey promises to protect me. But what happens when he discovers my betrayal?
Content notes: Fight scenes with blood and gore, parental neglect in the past, sexually explicit scenes, kidnapping, physical violence, death of parents in the past
This novel is the fifth in a series but can be read as a standalone.
I woke slowly, stretching like a contented cat in a comfortable bed. My brain finally felt normal, rather than like an orange slowly rotting in the sun. It was amazing what a good night’s sleep could do for a person. There’d been no nightmares. I didn’t know if that was because of the dalis or because I’d been wrapped in Krey’s arms, but -
I flopped onto my back, staring at the space in the bed beside me before sitting up. Early morning light filtered through the curtains, but there was no sign of Krey in the dim light.
There was an open door on the right, and I saw part of a bathroom sink. I slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I used the toilet and washed my hands. A new toothbrush and tube of toothpaste sat on the counter beside the sink, and I was touched by Krey’s thoughtfulness.
I brushed my teeth and checked my reflection in the mirror. My eye makeup had smudged, and I cleaned it up as best I could with water and my fingertips. Despite sleeping in my clothes, including one of my more uncomfortable bras, I’d slept better last night than I had even before I’d come to the Draax planet. The dark circles had disappeared beneath my eyes, and the deathlike pallor of my skin was gone. I smoothed my hair and headed toward the bedroom door.
The apartment was quiet, and I wondered if Krey had left as I stepped out of the bedroom. Krey’s apartment was one big open room with the kitchen to my left and an island separating the living room. Krey wasn’t in the kitchen, and I turned toward the living room, my breath escaping my lungs in a loud and embarrassing moan.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I whispered as I watched a shirtless Krey standing on a yoga mat in front of the window. His gorgeous green skin glowed in the light, and I stared hungrily at his flat stomach and broad chest. He had a six pack, no surprise there, and his chest was completely hairless. I followed the thin trail of dark hair just below his belly button to where it disappeared beneath the waistband of his cotton pants.
What I wouldn’t give to be on my knees in front of him, tracing that treasure trail with my tongue.
Krey moved from the warrior pose to the triangle pose with a smooth grace that I envied. I’d been doing yoga since I was a teenager, and while I was competent at it, I didn’t think I’d ever achieve the type of effortless grace that Krey possessed.
He moved into the half-moon pose, and my mouth watered at how his pants highlighted his muscular thighs and spectacular ass. Christ, that ass needed to be in a museum so everyone could appreciate its beauty.
A slow pulse of longing started in my belly, and I suddenly wanted Krey with a desperation I’d never felt before. My pussy throbbing, I took a few hesitant steps toward him.
My movement caught his eye, and he straightened, turning to smile at me. “Good morning, little human. Did you sleep…”
His voice died out, and even from across the room, I could see how his eyes darkened to a midnight blue as he gave me a hungry look that made the ache in my pussy grow. He stalked across the room like a big jungle cat, his gaze never leaving mine. I took a few steps back until my ass hit the wall next to his bedroom door.
“Krey,” I whispered when he stood before me.
He placed both hands on the wall beside my head, caging me in as he leaned in and inhaled deeply. “I can smell your need for me, sweet Madison.”
“I’m sorry,” I said inanely.
He smiled. “Do not be. I like knowing you want me as I want you.”
He traced one finger over my collarbone. “I want to make you come, little human. Will you let me?”