Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

hand, but Falden stepped closer and placed his own at the small of her back, steering her away before Cam could take her hand in his own.
Cam burst into laughter. “Easy.” He laughed again, this time winking at Isabella. “Sure glad those markings don’t mean anything.”
“Shut it, Cam,” Falden growled, wrapping his arm possessively around Isabella’s waist and bringing her back against his chest so that he could pull her away from Cam. Caldorians were notoriously possessive of their women, and Lumerians were even worse. Cam knew this. If he dared to touch her, Falden wouldn’t hesitate to flatten the Caldorian, no matter that he was the king’s best friend and the official Caldorian Ambassador to Earth. Fucker was baiting him. “Dagan is waiting for us.”
Isabella tried to ignore the burning heat at the base of her spine, but the warmth of his touch was driving her to distraction. Desire zinged from her core, hot and urgent. Her nipples peaked below the lightweight sweater as Falden’s arm brushed against the underside of her breast. She was so pathetic the small action actually made her feel a bit dizzy.
Ignoring the feeling of nausea rising in her stomach, she stuffed the key fob into the front of her pants pocket. The action brought Falden to a stop. “Give me the key.”
“I knew it.” With a sigh, she placed the keys into his outstretched palm. He accepted them, then threw them over his shoulder to Cam, who stood watching them walk away with a smile on his face that made her wonder exactly what the heck was going on.
“Take these and have the vehicle moved to visitor parking topside. Also, send someone to change the human title and ownership to Miss Isabella Serrano.”
“Wait! What? I thought you were joking about the car.” She looked up, dazed.
Falden applied pressure, gently moving her another step farther away from Ambassador Shronti, whose own markings were still unlit, even though he’d recently had a joining ceremony with the human woman, Rachel Faro, and they had the first Caldorian-Human infant. He’d have to remember to tell Cam there was a synthetic paste, a lost Lumerian technology known only to a few, that could light his markings. But not today. Not when the asshole was laughing at him. Fucker.
Looking down into Isabella’s upturned face, his gaze softened. “I do not waste time on such frivolous activities as joking.”
“You never make jokes?”
“Not really.”
“That’s a bit sad, don’t you think? Did no one teach you that laughter makes the best medicine? Your education seems sadly lacking,” she said, her eyes full of mischief.
“Excuse me?” Falden stopped dead in his tracks, unable to fathom how this small female found the courage to speak to him in such a manner.
“Sounds a bit like someone is feeling sorry for himself.” She patted his arm that was still around her waist, then turned within his embrace so that her full breasts were smashed against his hard chest. “No one loves a party pooper,” she quipped, stretching up on her tippy toes to brush a quick kiss on his clean-shaven jaw.
Unable to process the audacity of her words, and unable to deny them, he chose to ignore them. Tunneling his hands in her hair, he leaned down and cut off whatever she was about to say next with a scorching-hot kiss. By the time he was done, her soft feminine body had melted into his, her hair was mussed and her lips were swollen from his kiss. Surveying his work with great male satisfaction, he pulled back, taking her delicate hand in his and leading her in the direction he wanted to go.
Falden escorted her the rest of the way to the hidden room deep beneath the Caldorian base they’d named Dungeon 6. This was a Lumerian habit, assigning misleading names to important places. Dungeon 6 was the Lumerian’s base of operations within the Caldorian base. Not even the Caldorians, outside of Dagan and Cam, knew about it. They used cloaking technology to keep their secrets. Technology that had kept the surviving Lumerians safe and hidden for more than two thousand years.
Not only was Dungeon 6 cloaked, but within the room itself there were layers of cloaking. Some items would become visible when a Lumerian Knight stepped inside, while others remained hidden. As one of the only surviving Lumerian Elders and the leader of the Lumerian Knights, he had complete access. Setting up the room was the first thing they’d done upon arriving on the base. While Dagan had been busy wooing his human mate, Sasha, his men had set up Dungeon 6. The AI tech within the room knew exactly who was there at all times. Nothing would be hidden from him. What might look like an ordinary, empty room to humans was actually bursting with technology. Digital displays, weapons and even a medical area. A compact war room. All a human would see was a large, stately receiving room, complete with elegant furnishings, two large fireplaces, a plethora of indoor Earth plants he particularly enjoyed and had to have special lighting to grow belowground, and low lighting from both maju stone lights and an Earth feature called a chandelier hanging from the vaulted ceiling.
King Dagan and Queen Sasha could be heard through the opening doors. Standing guard at the entrance, Cassiel and Vander nodded as he approached. Both were smart enough to keep their damn mouths shut about the very bright glow of his markings.
Dagan, however, had no such qualms as Falden and Isabella stepped into the room. “You’re all lit up. Must have been quite a night.” The king’s deep laughter turned the queen’s head, and Falden bowed before her. He’d vowed to protect the royal families of Caldor with his life, but Sasha was his queen. She had brought the Lumerian gifts back to life, been physically transformed by maju paste, complete with Lumerian-like powers, energized his ancient sword and healed hundreds of humans, Caldorians and Lumerians alike when the Caldorian base