Page 12 of His Little Morganite

His words are so weird. What the hell is he talking about? “Artificial scents? Like perfume and makeup? Lotion and shampoo?”

“Yep. I want all of that off you.” Suddenly he leans forward, and my ass hits water.

I yelp. What the fuck? Is he setting me in the kitchen sink? I glance around and see that I should have paid attention. I’m in a strange giant sink built into the kitchen counter. I grab the sides and sit upright, hoping my hair won’t get wet. I washed it earlier today. I don’t want it to get wet again. “Why do you have a giant sink?”

“It’s a basin, Baby girl.” He reaches for what I assume is liquid soap.

“No.” I shake my head and push with both hands on the sides, trying to get out. What the hell is happening here? Five minutes ago, I had both the first and the second most powerful orgasms of my life. I’m still reeling from the experience. Now, I’m sitting naked in a strange basin, and when I look over the side, I realize how far off the floor I am.

Ganrax sets the soap back on the counter and grabs my biceps. “Look at me, Little one.” His voice is shockingly calm. He’s restraining me but not in a way that will bruise my arms.

I shake my head and squeeze my eyes closed. “No. Let me out.”

“Ava… Look at Papi.”

I continue to shake my head, pursing my lips. I feel like a toddler having a tantrum, which unnerves me.

“I’m going to tell you something, and I suggest you listen. But first, you need to look at me. I can wait until you’re ready.”

Damn him. How can he be so calm? I won’t give in. I don’t want a bath. I don’t want him to wash me. I don’t want my hair to get wet. I don’t want him to explain anything else about his dominant ways to me. I want to go home.

At some point, he turns off the water and immediately resumes his grip on my biceps. I’m stubborn, If I hold out, he’ll realize I’m a bad choice for a mate and let me go.

There are several problems with my reasoning, though. One is that Mia is somewhere in this building also being claimed by another man. Unlike me, I bet she’s happy as a clam being babied by her giant behemoth Papi.

Problem number two: I’m running out of steam. My energy is zapped from the stress of everything that’s happened.

Problem number three: The water is growing cold, and I’m starting to shiver, which is making my nipples pucker further.

And perhaps the worst problem of all: Ganrax has ruined me for all other men. I’m beyond aware that on that point he’s right. I’ll never in my life feel the kind of odd fated connection I feel toward him. If I walk away, I will live a sad unfulfilled lonely life.

What infuriates me is that he’s not giving me a choice. Though it is possible none of this is his fault. He’s as much a victim of Fate as I am. He had no idea who would be his mate until I stepped into the club. He didn’t pick me. Fate picked me. He’s just following Her orders.

Is that even a thing? It’s preposterous and frustrating. I can’t stand the idea that my freewill has been taken from me. Except, I also remind myself that I did make a choice. I chose to come to Club Zoom. I knew the risks, and I chose to ignore them. That’s on me.

Suddenly I have questions. “How long have you been here at Club Zoom?” I murmur, not lifting my gaze.

“Five nights.”

“How long would you have stayed if you hadn’t met me tonight?”

“Until you came to the club, Little one. That’s how it works. We’re not permitted to leave the club and wander around in society. Our size would draw too much attention. Our safety could not be guaranteed. Your species has weapons that could lead to our death. In addition, your government and others on this planet are not understanding of our assertion that ourmates are chosen by a higher presence. They ignore that fact and permit this symbiotic relationship for the betterment of your waning planet.”

I know what he’s speaking of. I’m aware that there are ten locations like this one on Earth. The governments agreed to this arrangement out of self-preservation. Without the expertise of the Eleadians, Earth will cease to exist. Decades of poor choices have led to the increasing destruction of the planet. In exchange for help from the superior knowledge of the Eleadians, these powerful aliens have been permitted to set up ten clubs across the globe where they follow strict guidelines in order to find women.

“I’m not buying it either,” I mutter.

“I know it’s hard to wrap your head around, Little one, but you do feel it. You can deny it for as long as you’d like, but in your soul, you know I’m right. You know you’re just as much mine as I am yours.”

Shit. He’s right. I splash the water, not caring that it lands all over him and the counter and probably the floor. “But you cheat. You have that stupid needle in your mouth.”

Ganrax doesn’t flinch. “You know that’s not true, either, Baby girl,” he says in his infuriatingly calm tone. “You were there when I stepped onto the dance floor. You felt me coming and knew you were mine before you ever turned around. My quill only helps. Our fate had already been sealed.”

Shit, shit, shit. He’s right again.

“If you’ll look at me, I’ll share another fact with you so we can proceed.”

I’m running out of arguments, but that doesn’t make me less angry. Mostly I’m angry with myself. I made this decision to come to Club Zoom to satisfy my stupid curiosity. I was also cocky about it, being sassy with John, the bouncer at the entrance, while simultaneously proclaiming that my life wasn’tall that interesting, and so be it if I were to get chosen. “I’m cold,” I whisper. Goosebumps have risen all over my arms, chest, and shoulders. I’m starting to shiver.