Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

dealing with. He was not human. He was stronger, bigger, faster than she could imagine. He’d grown stronger with age. He’d been ancient, one of the Elders, long before his planet had been destroyed. Not even his closest companions, his Lumerian Knights, knew his true age. His power, his strength, were legendary, even among his own kind.
Tucking a strand of hair behind Isabella’s ear, he caved to temptation, capturing her bottom lip between his and nipping gently. They both groaned.
Isabella was the first to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. “This is crazy. I’m so mad at you.”
“Mad?” he asked, looking deeply into her eyes. “Or afraid? I am not human.”
Isabella scrunched up her nose at the challenge as she rolled off the bed in a huff, backing up to lean against the wall, her dark eyes shooting daggers. “You ruined a really important meeting. Of course I’m mad. Why would I be afraid? What are you insinuating? Are you planning on hurting me?” she questioned suspiciously. “You have never referred to yourself as Caldorian. But you’re not human. So what are you?”
Her gaze left his to travel the length of his boxer-clad body. She couldn’t help the tingle that ran up her spine at his chiseled physique. The man was seriously hot. Even angry, she wanted him. Responded to him in an elemental way.
Her breathing quickened as he moved off the bed, a predator silently stalking its prey, his muscles rippling with power and strength as he came to stand directly in front of her, shoulders straight, feet planted slightly more than shoulder-width apart. He placed one hand on either side of her head and leaned in slightly, effectively caging her in. A frisson of excitement raced down her spine, pooling in her core at the look of pure hunger in his eyes. “I am nothing you know, Isabella. But I will not hurt you.”
“Why did you show up at the bar two nights ago?”
“Because you were there.”
“You were not supposed to be there. You didn’t know the code words.”
“I knew enough.”
“That’s not an answer. How did you know I would be there? What did you do to my contact? Did you kill him? Arrest him? Where is he? Tell me. I don’t want to have to start this shit over.”
“You first, Isabella. Why were you there? What were you doing in that enticing red dress and sex-seeking shoes?”
Sex-seeking shoes? The urge to slap him was strong. “What kind of question is that?”
“It is the only one that matters.” It shouldn’t be, but he wasn’t thinking straight. Maybe the maju paste had gone to his head, but all he could think about was claiming her, burying his cock inside her, making her his. He didn’t care who she had been in the bar to find. In fact, the thought of her meeting another male made his blood boil and his cock grow rigid with a need to remind her exactly who she belonged to. Him.
He was losing his mind. Over a female.
“You ruined weeks of work, Falden. Weeks. Of. Work.” Her gaze was defiant. Angry. He wanted to kiss that defiance away, turn it to something more agreeable. Like longing. Need. Lust.
“So tell me, Isabella. Tell me why you were there. Who you were meeting.”
She shook her head. She wanted to tell him everything, and that was not an option. “Look, I’ll tell King Dagan everything, if you get me on base.”
“Tell me first. I have no reason to trust you with the king.”
“Look, Sevron was my friend, all right? And he told me not to trust anyone. No one but the king. So, take me to your leader.” She almost laughed at the sci-fi reference she was quite sure he would not catch.
“No. I do not trust you, Ella Jones.” He used her false name for the first time and she was shocked by how much hearing the name on his lips upset her equilibrium. She wanted him to like her, which was just stupid. He was an alien and a liar. And he had no clue how to treat women.
Crossing her arms, she decided he was not sexy at all. Not. At. All. “I saved your life, John. If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn’t have woken up here, in my comfortable bed, all healed up and glowing like a lightbulb.”
His gaze dropped to his chest, rose to inspect his arms. Every bare inch of flesh glowed where she’d rubbed him down with paste, healed him.
Claimed him, even if she didn’t know the significance of what she’d done. He did. And oddly, he wanted more.
“You saved my life, Bella.” He bent low and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. Her jaw.
“Falden. You can’t just yell at me like an asshole and then kiss me.” She said so, but that was exactly what he was doing. Every time his lips touched her skin her resolve crumbled.
“How long did it take you to apply the paste?” He closed his lips over the sensitive flesh covering her collar bone. Sucked gently. Held himself still when she moaned.
“I don’t know.”
“How long?” He needed to know. Most females were in a hurry, eager for the pleasure their mates would give them. To be covered head to toe as he was? Rare. Had she truly been his, he would have paraded naked in the Knight’s training facilities to boast of her adoration. Her obsession. Her gift to him.
“Hours. A couple of hours.” Instinctively she gave him access to her neck, tilting her head to one side, wanting him to kiss more of the sensitive area.
Falden growled low in his throat, her submission a sweet aphrodisiac. His body tightened almost unbearably. Hunger, sharp and vast, crashed through him. He’d ignored his own needs for so long, his iron control never wavering, until now. Until her. He remained silent, his unblinking gaze intense, probing and full of intent. When she didn’t protest, he stepped closer, one knee nudging between her thighs. The