Liana Peterson led an ordinary life back on Earth, if you considered being an Empathic Omega with too many brains and no friends ordinary. When Taliff Shi’Lan offered her a new life on Chantrea, her ancestor’s homeworld, she thought it would be her chance to have a life of her own, a new start where she wouldn’t be abused on a daily basis. It didn’t take long for Liana to learn that whether on Earth or Chantrea, being the Omega left her with few options. She turns to what she knows best, her love of science as she attempts to solve the Chantreans’ fertility problems.
Ryan Morgan has spent the last five years since his escape from the Black Rose searching the known galaxies for the treacherous woman who had stolen him from Earth to use in her breeding program. Now free, he’s dedicated his life to finding and releasing the other victims of her villainy, male and female. But when his actions lead him to being captured by the Black Rose again, this time along with the head scientist for the Chantreans working on curing their fertility problems, Ryan is determined to destroy the Black Rose once and for all, because no one would hurt Liana and live.
Shaking her head, Liana reached up and cupped her mate's cheek, felt the stubble of his beard's shadow rasp against her palm. "That's just it. Being Empathic is a help in this case, not a hindrance. I can feel exactly how you feel about me, what I mean to you, and my qualms are nothing in the face of what I'll gain by joining my life with yours. I need you just as much as you need me, moyo."
When Ryan's eyes actually glittered with heat and his heart sped up in response to her words, she knew she'd made the right decision. They were right for each other and she'd not lose her chance at having a mate of her own from fear of the unknown. She didn't need the Manruvian Mate Bonds to know for sure they were destined mates, but she'd honor her new mate, their new people and their new goddess, by performing the ceremony as soon as she could arrange it. She supposed she should ask Ryan first before just going ahead and making plans for them--even if they were made only in her mind at this point. Swallowing down her nervousness, Liana looked into her mate's eyes, felt warmed by the heated longing in his intense gaze. "Will you wear the Manruvian Mate Bonds and complete the mating ceremony with me if we can make the arrangements to do so while meeting the others?"
After a brief flare of surprise, Ryan's lips curved up into a wicked smile--one that made her think of sweaty, exhausting sex and wicked, sensuality leading to endless pleasure. "I'd be honored if you claimed me as your mate. We'll arrange for the ceremony for as soon as possible. In the meantime," he whispered, that wicked glint back in his golden brown eyes, "why don't we seal our impending mating with a kiss?"
Liana's heart stuttered in her chest, then sprinted ahead. Gah! She couldn't wait to taste his lips, to let his flavor mix with hers and seep into her system. As though reading her thoughts, Ryan slowly lowered his head as she lifted to her tippy toes. Their mouths met in the middle, merged, nipped and retreated, caressed and soothed, coming together gently, sweetly before the tenuous control they'd kept on their passion snapped.
She didn't know when she'd lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, but suddenly, she fisted her hands in his hair, twisting the strands in her grasp as she tried to get closer. She wanted to sink into his very skin, merge completely with him as lips and tongues parried and twined, suckled and stroked, tasting and exploring. Liana groaned. She couldn't help it. When Ryan's hands slid down her back, gripped her ass and lifted, Liana wrapped her legs around his waist and sank into the kiss, plastering herself against Ryan's chest. By the Goddess, she groaned.