The alien stared down at her, his amber eyes blazing with possessive heat. The purr in his chest grew louder, shaking the very bed they sat on. "Then let me show you how much a Vandar prizes his bride."
He stepped closer, his heavy footsteps echoing in the bay. He leaned down, his broad chest inches from her face, and inhaled deeply. "You smell like sweet rain and Earth-soil," he murmured, a low purr starting in his chest. Clara blushed furiously. "Is that a good thing?"
"Dax," Clara said that night, placing her small hand over his massive chest, right over his beating heart. "You don't have to be afraid of breaking me. I'm stronger than I look."
The transport pod hissed as it pressurized, sending a cloud of cold vapor across the metallic floor. Clara clutched her small canvas bag, her knuckles white. She had sold everything on Earth to sign up for the Intergalactic Mail-Order Bride program. Earth was gray, overcrowded, and dying. Her destination, the jungle planet of Vandar, promised a fresh start.
Dax stared at her as if she were a fragile glass sculpture. According to the agency dossier, Vandarians were desperate for mates due to a severe genetic imbalance on their world. But Dax didn't look desperate; he looked utterly transfixed.
The alien stared down at her, his amber eyes blazing with possessive heat. The purr in his chest grew louder, shaking the very bed they sat on. "Then let me show you how much a Vandar prizes his bride."
He stepped closer, his heavy footsteps echoing in the bay. He leaned down, his broad chest inches from her face, and inhaled deeply. "You smell like sweet rain and Earth-soil," he murmured, a low purr starting in his chest. Clara blushed furiously. "Is that a good thing?"
"Dax," Clara said that night, placing her small hand over his massive chest, right over his beating heart. "You don't have to be afraid of breaking me. I'm stronger than I look."
The transport pod hissed as it pressurized, sending a cloud of cold vapor across the metallic floor. Clara clutched her small canvas bag, her knuckles white. She had sold everything on Earth to sign up for the Intergalactic Mail-Order Bride program. Earth was gray, overcrowded, and dying. Her destination, the jungle planet of Vandar, promised a fresh start.
Dax stared at her as if she were a fragile glass sculpture. According to the agency dossier, Vandarians were desperate for mates due to a severe genetic imbalance on their world. But Dax didn't look desperate; he looked utterly transfixed.
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