Love Is Always Write Volume 4

first group of your people came to snoop around."
    "But that was two hundred years ago!" Darien could see Ben rolling his eyes. Obvious much?
    "So?"
    "You don't look much older than me." Was he in dimwit mode or what?
    "I'm aging well?" Kekoa uttered with a smirk, making his statement sound like a question, his amazing eyes sparkling, his pale skin bright with the sunlight.
    "What did you do with my androids?" Finally, a sensible question.
    "Took them out of the way." Kekoa did everything but shrug.
    "Why would you do that?"
    "Because you're coming with me, pretty one," Kekoa thunder-purred, drawing closer.
    Darien lost consciousness as if he was squashed like a bug under a heavy, heavy boot.
    CHAPTER 3
    Kekoa studied the naked human on his bed. "Honeyed agate? Check. Orange flames? Check." He couldn't call those red curls anything but flames, and what about that fiery crotch? Even resting, the young man's cock was a mouthful. He continued his mental counting. "Outlander minister? Check."
    The heart of gold was yet to be discovered, but three out of four was enough. If this human wasn't his mate, then what was he doing on Kekoa's planet?
    His race shared enough genetic traces with humans to produce a perfect offspring without too much trouble. Now the only real issue was how to unveil his destiny to this youngling. Did he even like his own sex? Well, Kekoa would do everything in his hands to make this pretty thing fall in love with him. What was the point of having a mate if said mate didn't love you?
    He drew closer to the lean, perfect body and inhaled deeply, savoring the essence before him—pure like crystalline water. "Untarnished," he rumbled, and his voiced thought woke up the sleeping mystery.
    Big hazel eyes—the honeyed agates—drilled him, first wide as saucers then narrowed with suspicion. "What in the Seven Planets are you doing? Sniffing me like a dog?"
    "I don't know what a dog is, but it doesn't sound like a nice thing to say." Kekoa chuckled, moving his body away. "You never told me your name."
    "Where am I?" He was young, but his voice was deep and rich, an invitation, a caress.
    Looming over the intruder again, Kekoa asked, "Your name?"
    The nameless boy dropped his eyes from Kekoa's face to his own body and let out a sound similar to a growl. "Shit, why am I naked?"
    "Too many questions and no answers." Kekoa leaned forward and inhaled the perfumed sweat coming from the fire-curls framing the chiseled features. He would surely nuzzle that crotch—and other parts—sooner rather than later.
    "Hey, pervert, stop it." The young man pushed him by the shoulder and sat, pulling some of the bedclothes over his lap. Not fast enough to divert Kekoa from noticing that delicious cock beginning to enlarge.
    "Your name."
    Almost rolling his eyes, and exhaling in a funny, dramatic way, the nameless boy blew curls from his forehead. "All right, Darien Muselet is the name. Now, I want answers."
    "Of course," Kekoa conceded, smiling and waggling his eyebrows.
    "Are you making fun of me?" Darien asked, arching an eyebrow and narrowing his eyes again in that sexy way that made Kekoa want to devour him.
    "I'd never do such a thing." Kekoa put a hand over his chest to demonstrate his sincerity.
    "Well, in my culture we only waggle our eyebrows that way when we're mocking someone. So don't do that again unless you mean it."
    "Point taken." Kekoa browsed the square pectorals with avid eyes. He admired the rosy nipples, so fair they were almost imperceptible on the creamy skin. This Darien was a work of art; Kekoa drooled about the front, when the back of the masterpiece proposed amusement that was even more delightful.
    "Stop it."
    "Was I doing something?" Although Kekoa knew extremely well what he was doing.
    "You're looking at me like I'm a meal. If you're gonna eat me, at least kill me first. Being eaten alive is not on my bucket list."
    "I assure you, I intend to have my mouth near your body but not in the way you think. Androphagy is not in our customs."
    The whiff of time it took Darien to understand the implications of those words rewarded Kekoa with crimson cheeks and a sulking scowl. "You're violating like a thousand intergalactic accords with your behavior, Mr. Priest."
    So he remembers.
    "I told you my name is keh KOE ah - wa NA aoh." He enunciated in case the boy hadn't gotten it the first time. "The priesthood is just an added title to my position as guardian of Meha's temples."
    "Most priests I know