Free The Genesis Project by Tigris Eden

to sire children. Genesis called to him on every level of instinct he possessed. To the last strand of his DNA, he knew she was going to be his. By the Moon Goddess, could she be his
true
match? It wasn’t just her smell or her physical beauty, but her way of thinking and her outlook on life. She calculated everything. Made no moves without first considering the outcomes. He’d learned this quickly about her from their classes. Being matched to Genesis would be a reward in itself.
    Today she wore a pale blue dress that looked soft against her golden skin. When she walked, her skirt hung on for the ride, molded to the flare of her hips. She didn’t wear a bustle to expand the fullness of her dress, not that she needed it. Gen had enough ass to rival any female here. Females at the Academy claimed the bustles kept their skirts from dragging, but he was no one’s fool. They wanted to appear voluptuous, generous in their endowments. And because surgical enhancements had been banned, females of his species were shit out of luck in the ass department.
    Gen’s bodice was intricately designed in a geometric pattern of some sort. Her beautiful breasts were supple and round. She didn’t have to over compensate. While other females primped and fluffed like peacocks, Gen gracefully blossomed like the evening orchids of Florian. Now he was a waxing poetic of all things! Xander shook the thoughts free as she neared him in the hall. She was still with Nimziri, and her hand was now playing with the chocker at her neck. Didn’t she understand she was openly taunting every male within eyeing distance? He needed to get her alone again. Their time in the lab was brief and way too short for his liking. If it wasn’t for Adam, he’d have had her wrapped in his arms coaxing a kiss from her plump lips.
    Whether it was her uniqueness that called to him or her utter lack of interest in male’s period, Xander wanted her. He wanted to taste her lips. Feast on them because they always looked swollen from a male’s attention. He wanted to watch her sleep, hear her soft snores. Find all her imperfections and deem them perfect.
What in the Goddess!
Did he really just think that? He only had two classes with Gen! It wasn’t enough to have him thinking like a lovesick lad who’d only experienced fifteen rotations! He knew her legs were exactly forty-two inches from waist to toes. He wanted all eighty-four inches of long legs wrapped around his waist as he sunk balls deep into her waiting heat. That just made for entertaining ideas and too many lonely nights that ended in utter frustration. He needed to get a grip on reality, bed a girl quick or he was going to have a serious problem. He wanted her. No mistaking that, but he would not be led around by his cock! Xander couldn’t suppress the groan that left his lips. Genesis Blackmore had ruined him and hadn’t even noticed.
    â€œXander.” Someone was calling him, and he didn’t care. Genesis was slowly making her way towards him, still talking to that Neanderthal of a Strigoi, Nimziri.
    â€œTreegold.”
    â€œWhat!”
    Xander turned to the person interrupting his thoughts.
    â€œI just wanted to make sure you were still coming by tonight.”
    Yasira. He’d forgotten he was tutoring her in tasting. He knew her angle without even having to question her. She was two rotations younger than him, and thought to have him for herself. Her father wasn’t from a prominent lineage, but still she reached for him. Normally he’d reward such behavior. Now, he didn’t care for it.
    â€œYes, I’ll be there.” He clipped.
    Xander didn’t even look at the other female. He could feel the heat in his groin begin to simmer as Genesis passed him. He didn’t turn to watch, but saw in his peripheral vision. Her spine straightened, and her head tilted to the side as if she could hear his conversation. Two hundred