His Little Turquoise – Eleadian Mates Read Online Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
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Eleadia has a very specific arrangement with Earth. Strict rules must be adhered to. If anyone were to break from protocol, the arrangement would be in jeopardy. The most important of those guidelines is ensuring females who enter any of the Club Zoom locations prove they are old enough and sign a waiver indicating they understand the possible ramifications of visiting—namely that they could be selected by an Eleadian male.

As the head doctor for the mothership for the past two years, I have personally examined nearly every female to ensure she was healthy enough to make the voyage to our planet. I’ve seen females of every shape, size, color, and ethnicity. My people have no notion of discrimination based on any of these features. We aren’t even capable of it. When we meet the right female, our instinct kicks in, and we can’t fight the magnetic draw.

“How often does someone see their perfect mate from this control room and know before they descend?” I ask Ganrax. My heart is beating faster as I watch the small female smooth her dress down with her free hand.

Ganrax chuckles. “I’ve heard it happens. I don’t think you can know for sure until you go down there.” He nudges me and stands. “Let’s go.”

I slowly rise. Am I ready for this? I’ve only been here a few hours. I expected to spend several nights in the apartment before I would seriously buckle down and start looking.

Here I am on my feet, still watching the female through the monitor. I feel the draw. It’s strong. Maybe I’m mistaken. It’s unexplainable. I mean she’s so damn small. She’s nothing like any of the other females I see downstairs. Her entire style is different.

Maybe I’m just curious.

I hope to heavens she’s legal because I’m concerned about my level of curiosity.

I’m glad I’ve descended to the main floor with Ganrax because I’m not sure I could have been prepared for the onslaught of attention without him by my side. I probably should have waited awhile upstairs, let some of the other males make their way to the first floor before me, and watched them.

I couldn’t though. I’m drawn to the small female. I need to be closer to her.

That’s not going to happen for a while though because females crowd around us as we step into the fray. Dozens. The music is loud, so it’s impossible to hear what any of them are saying, plus they’re all talking at once.

A tall, skinny, dark female wraps her arm around mine and leans in close. Her skin is almost the same color as mine. She rises up onto her tiptoes to get closer to my ear. “We look like we belong together,” she coos. “I didn’t realize some of your men were dark-skinned.” She bats her eyes.

She’s pretty, but I don’t feel a connection. I’m scanning around, looking for the tiny pixie with the strawberry-blond curls and pale skin. I can’t find her. She’s too small. She’s lost in the crowd.

“Surgient.”

I turn toward Ganrax when I hear him call my name.

He nods to the left of us.

I know what he’s communicating and start to follow him, but the female won’t release my arm.

“Let’s dance,” she encourages.

I don’t want to be rude. I won’t. It’s not in our nature, plus part of our agreement with Earth is guaranteeing we will not cause a scene. “I’m sorry. I need to speak with someone,” I tell her.

She pushes out her bottom lip. “I’ll be here if you change your mind.”

I smile at her.

Ganrax has made his way to the left side of the room where I finally spot the taller female he has his sights on. As I head toward him, no less than fifty females touch me. Their custom is so odd.

No matter how much time Eleadians have been studying humans, we have not begun to understand their intricate dynamics. We do not worship any particular beings on my planet. Not for their looks or status or power. We don’t have wealth disparity. We don’t have racial discrimination. We don’t even recognize races at all. Eleadians are simply different skin tones. That’s it.

What these human females fail to understand is that my people are very unlikely to be attracted to someone staring at us as though they idolize us.

I feel a slight panic when I reach Ganrax because I can’t see the tiny redhead. Ganrax is talking to her friend, but where is the little sprite?

Finally, I catch a glimpse of her dress swooshing around behind her friend. Is she hiding?

I step to the side to find her backing into the corner. Her eyes are wide as saucers. Her cheeks are pink. She has one hand up to her mouth. I think she’s biting her thumbnail, but it almost looks like she’s sucking her thumb.


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