Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I grin. I love the name Sara. My Little girl is going to be irritated with me a lot.
Chapter Three
Sara
I’m in the middle of my last set when I draw in a deep breath between lyrics and momentarily freeze. Something shifts in the air. A breeze wafts by me and enters my nostrils, tempting me.
I swallow and continue my song, but my gaze scans the room. What am I looking for? Why is my heart racing?
Three Eleadian men are dancing with women on the dance floor. When they first arrived in the main room about fifteen minutes ago, I was truly startled. Everything I’ve ever heard is true. They are massive. Taller than any man I’ve ever met on Earth. And broader. Other than that, they look like any other human man.
I’m aware some professional basketball players could rival these men in height, but none are as proportionately built. They tower over the women on the dance floor, and most of said women are vying for their attention. None of the men are paying attention to me.
I’m seeing permanent spots in my vision from all the flash pictures that have been taken on the dance floor for the past fifteen minutes. Every woman out there is swooning and trying to squeeze up closer to the Eleadian men to get a selfie. It’s comical and kind of pitiful.
As I continue to sing, I find that I must also breathe. It’s a requirement to stay alive, but I draw in deeper breaths than normal to sing. Goosebumps rise on my neck and spread all over my body. The air in the room has definitely shifted. Is it cooler? Maybe that’s it. Maybe someone turned down the AC.
As I continue my song, I casually scan the room. Suddenly, I see him. A fourth Eleadian man. He’s not dancing. He’s standing off to the side of the stage. His fingertips are in the front pockets of his dress pants.
He’s watching me. He’s not even blinking. Every ounce of his attention is on me. I can feel it in my bones. It’s the oddest sensation. I’m drawn to him as if I must get closer.
I somehow manage to continue singing, but I’m swaying closer to his side of the stage, my gaze on his, locked now. We’re staring at each other as if we’re the only two people in the room.
I can’t look away. I don’t want to. On some level, I realize what’s happening. He’s going to claim me. Zack feared this would happen, and he was right. I belong to this man. I want to know everything about him. I wish he had the power to convey every detail about his life with a look.
This isn’t a paranormal romance novel, though. This is real life. But…what is real anymore? Life is different on Earth since the arrival of these alien men. I’ve heard the rumors. They have odd powers. They have the power to claim a woman against her will—or convince her it is her will.
I would not describe what I’m feeling as against my will. I’m very much in favor of whatever this man wants from me. I want to leap off the side of the stage into his arms, wrap my legs around him, and feel his hands grip my ass to hold me.
I want his hands under my skirt. I want him to grope me. I want his tongue in my mouth. I want his mouth on my nipples. My want is real and growing. It’s powerful and surreal. Nonsensical.
I’m singing for him. To him. He can’t hear anything in the room except my voice. I know this as though it’s a fact. He doesn’t care about anyone else but me.
He steps closer as I close the gap between us. He’s smiling, and he sets his hands on the edge of the stage.
Even though the stage is about three feet off the main floor, he’s so damn tall that I barely have to lower my head to meet his gaze. Finally the song ends. I’m not sure how I managed to continue. It’s all a blur.
As I step to the very edge of the stage between his hands, he slides his palms up to my legs and gently wraps his fingers around my shins.
I shudder and nearly drop the mic, but someone takes it from me. I’m marginally aware of Zack at my side. He speaks into the microphone, letting the audience know my set is over, and then the DJ takes over, playing a well-known upbeat rock song.
I lick my lips, but they are so dry. Does this man ever blink?
His hands trail slowly up to behind my knees and then my thighs and back down almost to my ankles which are covered by my boots. Time stands still while we stare at each other. How long? It seems like hours.