Page 22 of Delivered to My Alpha Alien Lovers (Mail-Order Matings #20)
Amaris
I probably sounded crazy, insisting I come over, but what I had to say couldn’t wait.
Farsel needed me and my confession. If he didn’t feel well enough to go on the date, then his mating sickness was getting worse.
I couldn’t let anything happen to him.
Instead of the dress and sandals I’d picked out, I went over in my jeans and a casual rayon button-down shirt and flip-flops. I doubted my aliens needed a dress for me to tell them I wanted to be with them.
In fact, I was hoping not to need a whole lot of clothes at all tonight.
“Hi,” Tylan said as he answered the door before I could knock.
“Hi. I’m sorry for insisting on coming over but I wanted to see the both of you.” I craned my neck to look around him. “Where’s Farsel?”
“He’s taking a shower, I assume.” Tylan scratched the back of his head. “He’s worse today. Worse than I’ve ever seen him. He thought the shower might perk him up. He’s worried about you seeing him this way.”
“I’m worried already.”
“Oh, sorry.” Tylan laughed. “Please, come in.”
We shared a quick hug, but I soon heard footsteps. My confession needed to come sooner than later and because I didn’t want anything to happen to Farsel, our mating would also happen tonight. There was no way they would turn me down, and even if there wasn’t a situation with mating sickness, I was more than ready for them to take me.
Way more than ready.
“Farsel?” I asked, almost not recognizing my handsome mate. His brightness was all but faded.
“Amaris, it’s so good to see you, mate.” This time there was no chaste hug or kiss on the cheek. He embraced me and pressed his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply. He held on for a while and I sank into his hold. This was where I wanted to be. Always. Safe and secure in their arms.
“Are you hungry?” Tylan asked. “We thought we would order something.”
Because Farsel wasn’t feeling well. That was the part they left out. He cooked the most out of both of them.
“I am. Maybe we can talk while we wait for the food?” I asked. Farsel pulled back to study me, his eyebrows bunched.
“That would be fine, of course.”
Tylan got on his phone and ordered some food. I didn’t know what he ordered and really didn’t care because my priority wasn’t food. I had other hungers that were taking priority.
“Can we sit down and talk?” I asked.
Tylan and Farsel sat down, but my paler mate, the sick one, never let go of my hand once. Our connection somehow helped him, and what I was about to say would help him even more.
“What did you want to talk about, sweetheart?” Tylan had taken to calling me that as well.
My heart beat so hard I thought it might burst through my chest. This was the moment I’d been waiting for, and now, I found myself at a loss for words.
“Say whatever you need to, Amaris. Please.”
Farsel’s plea shot right through my heart. “I wanted to tell you that I’ve made up my mind. About us. About you two being my mates.”
Farsel sucked in a breath and Tylan sat up straighter.
“I…I’m in love with the both of you. It has been growing since we began talking online and I had to tell you. I know that humans don’t have mates, but I’m damned sure you two are mine. That is…if you still want me after making you wait.”
Farsel looked like he might pass out. “Amaris, this isn’t because of your worry for me, is it? I feel it oozing out of you. You have to make this decision for you.”
“Are you trying to talk me out of this, mate?” The word slipped from my mouth without thinking, but I meant the sentiment all the same.
As easily as the word came from me, a tear ran down his face. “You’re ours. You want to be our mate for life? We won’t ever give you up. We don’t believe in your human divorce or splitting up. We want you for as long as we live.”
“Thank the Goddess,” I breathed out. “Because I want you as long as I exist.”
Before I could take my next breath, Farsel grabbed me up and put me in his lap, eyes shiny with tears. “You’re serious. You’re sure. Tylan, do you hear that?”
Tylan hugged me from behind, and Farsel’s gaze descended to my lips.
“Please, Farsel. Mate. Kiss me.”
Tylan chuckled from behind me, already kissing the back of my neck. “We’re going to do a lot more than kiss you, mate. That is, if that’s what you want.”
“I want that. All of that and more. Make me yours.”
Farsel’s lips met mine, and I plunged into depths of want I didn’t know were possible. He lit up like never before.
“You’re okay now?” I asked, pulling back to cup his face.
“I will be. Now that you’re ours, I’ll be more than okay.”
Tylan began to kiss me again, this time underneath my ear, and I let out a moan.
That was when the doorbell rang.
Tylan chuckled and pushed off the couch. “Dinner is here. I forgot we ordered it. One second.”
“Are you even hungry anymore?” I asked Farsel, rocking my hips against him.
“Not for food, mate. Only for you.”