Free Alien Romance: RAYER: Space Warrior's Mail Order Bride (Space Beasts Book 2) by Alyssa Ezra Page A

man that looks like her.  What is his name?  Gith?”  Rayer smirked at Coletta’s mispronunciation of Graith’s name.
                  “Graith,” he corrected gently.  “Graith is Montala’s son.  He is not my father’s, but his birth after the plague that impacted the females of our race, caused many to push my father to take her as his second mate.  I do not think that my father was ready to take another mate, but the other royal families wanted him to try to have other children.  From what I have gathered, they have come to regret pressuring him.  Montala has become a nightmare, she wants more power.”
                  “And that is why you needed me.”
                  “Yes, but that does not impact the fact that I find you to be attractive.  Come, let me show you how appealing I find you to be.”  Rayer’s hushed tone faded into silence as he slid his hand down to the light-casting necklace to the catch at the front of the top robe she wore.   Once the latch was undone, Rayer pushed the weighted fabric from her shoulders and pulled it down her arms.  As soon as the sleeves cleared her hands, he dropped that first garment onto one of the floor cushions near their feet.  Beneath the dark gold over-robe, Coletta wore a long sleeveless robe that had twin slits running up the sides to her waist.  The sleeveless robe was the same color as the pale, near-white sands that banked the mountain lagoons, under which she wore a garment that was bright metallic gold.  The sleeves of the bright gold article neatly capped over Coletta’s shoulders and covered her legs all the way to her slipper covered feet.
                  Knowing that wherever he managed to strip off the remainder of her clothing at, he would take her for the first time, Rayer took Coletta’s hand as he stepped away from her.  Pulling her behind him, he crossed the lounge room to the stairs that rimmed part of the room and took them to the next level of the tower.    At the top of the stairs, there was another door.  Rayer cast that door wide.  Instead of entering the room, he pulled his mate straight to the next flight of stairs.  He climbed them, wanting to take them two at a time, but since he wasn’t carrying Coletta, Rayer forced himself to step on every stair, to the next and final level of the tower.
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    Cole was glad that she was still riding the buzz; otherwise, she would be rather annoyed with the prince.  She appreciated his apparent genuine interest, but Cole didn’t run except when chased.  At least she never had, until Rayer forced her to trot along behind him as he dragged her up flight after flight of stairs.  Finally, he stopped after pulling her through yet another doorway.
                  Well there is the exercise that I am always missing in my life.  Stairs.  Stair with no apparent way to cheat.  
                  There was a fire, a real fire, burning in a hearth of stone.  It heated the room while it cast merrily dancing, warm, muted light over a bed that was as big as the one on the ship.  This bed, however, was circular.
                  What is with this man and the obscenely large beds?  Better question: How did they get it up here?
                  Cole didn’t have the opportunity to ponder the size and installation of the bed as she was suddenly in the air, only to land in the midst of a pile of cushions.  When she sat up among the pillows, Rayer was stripping a heavy belt from his waist.  Figuring that it might be wise to divest of some of her own adornment, Cole tugged the looped wires holding the ear-dangles from her lobes and set the gems into a small table that was fit against the bed.  She then reached up and drew the various picks and pins from her hair causing it to tumble down.  Yet when she reached for the exquisite necklace against