Del is taking erotic dance classes at the Companion Centre when she locks eyes with a huge, burly alien with a vivid green gaze. He has come to secure a Companion to act as a permanent host to a goddess, but when he hears Del’s bright laughter, he changes his target from Companion to dancer.
Kurat has been raised as host to two gods. Changes in his body have made it difficult for him to take a casual lover, only a mate will do. With Del’s bright soul welcoming his, he knows the moment he meets her that she will be the one the goddesses will accept.
With the god of lust and the god of war agreeing to his choice, Kurat’s entire being is in agreement. The dancer will be theirs.
Del felt a prickle along her skin. “Someone is staring at me.”
Wiss snickered. “Baiss again? You know you could just give into him.”
Del shook her head. “No. He is fixated or something. It doesn’t feel right.”
“Have all your lovers felt right?”
“All four of them? Yes.” She casually let her gaze skim over the room, and when she found the man who was staring at her, the breath rushed out of her lungs. She squeaked, “Found him.”
“Who? The man who is staring?” Wiss started the same slow sweep. She let out a harsh whisper. “Holy mother of links!”
“Do you know what he is?” The leaf-green gaze with the bright gold pupils caught her.
Wiss shook her head. “He looks sort of like a Na-Lanvin, but I have never seen one built like that.”
Shoulders easily twice as wide as hers supported a thick neck and a head with a wide jawline. His nose was a crooked blade that had taken more than one hit in his lifetime, and a thick mane of chestnut hair topped golden brown skin. She couldn’t see his waist, but his biceps were enormous and his hands were equally large.
Wiss smiled. “He seems to have his eyes on you.”
Del swallowed nervously. “Let’s hope that is the end of the contact. He looks like he could crush me with one blow.”
Wiss nudged her with her leg under the table. “Ah, but what could the rest of him do? That is the true question at hand.”