Mated To The Alpha Alien
Rising on my tiptoes, I sense the guardian tensing beneath my touch as he battles with himself to remain still.
I graze my lips over his, shocked that I was able to find them when he remains faceless to me. “Tell me, Dream Guardian. What is your name?” I ask him, my hot breath fanning his face.
“You can call me Dark.” The guardian replies with his hands snaking around my waist, and he crushes my front to his chest.
“Kiss me, Dark,” I demand in an almost pleading tone, desperate to feel his lips on mine.