I slipped behind the anchor desk and smiled at my man, who stood beside the nearest camera. My mate. My alien. He really was adorable. Like huge teddy bear, squeeze-him-to-death adorable.
Basketballs and soccer balls? Well equipped for any occasion? Hah. That was a good one.
When those Atlans got a look at a roomful of human women dressed to kill, that confused look on Tane’s face was going to fade into something totally different.
I glanced at Bahre again.
Yes, there it was. That was the look.
Hunger. Need. Devotion. Love.
I was going to find Tane a woman who would make him look like that.
We started the newscast, and everything was going well. Until my co-anchor read something off the teleprompter that made me freeze in shock.
“The thirty-six-year-old man who died by suicide yesterday has been identified as Jeffrey Randall of Chicago. He was an actor working in Chicago before moving to Florida less than two years ago.” My co-anchor droned on about the details, and I stared at the camera with a smile plastered on my face. Apparently Jeff had thrown himself off a bridge?
Not likely.
I looked off camera at Bahre, who stood in the shadow, the question in my eyes. I willed him to answer me.
He did, but without words. His gaze was direct and unflinching. Next to him, Tane crossed his arms and inclined his head to me as well.
Shit. The guys had killed Jeff?
I looked away and tried to keep my expression neutral as the co-anchor moved on to talk about a drug ring that had been broken up by the local police earlier in the day.
“Quinn?” My co-anchor said my name, and I realized I was supposed to be talking.
Great.
I turned my most professional smile on him, then finished the newscast. The moment we were off-air, I unclipped my mic and walked directly to Bahre.
“Did you do it?” I whispered.
He set his hand on my elbow and leaned down. “He was a threat to you. Was he not?”
I couldn’t lie. “Yes.”
“Unacceptable,” he replied. “I protect what’s mine.”
Years of conditioning faded as I realized I didn’t care that Jeff was dead. He had not been a good person. He was cruel, obsessive, and dangerous, not just to me but to whatever female he would have targeted next. Jeff was no different than Cerberus, except in space Bahre took out bad guys like him. It had been his job. Here, it wasn’t. Well, not professionally, but as my mate he’d seen it as his duty.
“Okay.”
“You are not angry with us?” Tane asked.
I looked at him. “No. He was just another Cerberus.”
“Exactly.” Bahre lifted his hand to my cheek, and I leaned into the caress. “I want to take you home, mate.”
I glanced at my watch. “Not yet. I have another live broadcast in an hour, as you well know.”
His growl made my heart skip a beat.
Tane got the message. “I’m going to go check on the others.” He stepped back on his way to the stairs. “Let me know about Cinderella and your balls.”
I burst out laughing the moment he was gone.
“We amuse you, mate?”
“Yes.” I looked up at him and knew exactly what he was thinking. My mind was on the same thing. “There is a very heavy lock on my dressing room door. I do have one now, you know.”
“Is there?” He lifted me into his arms and carried me off the set. No one paid us any attention, as if having the news anchor carried off set by an Atlan was anything out of the norm.
“And Ellen is very, very good at fixing my hair and makeup.”
Bahre was grinning as he kicked the door of my dressing room closed behind us and pushed me against the wall, his beast’s face already making an appearance.
My entire body went hot and tight for him. My beast.
“We should make sure she has something to do.”
I unbuckled my belt. Bahre lifted the dress over my head and dropped it to the floor.
His cock was inside me seconds later, and I clung to him. So hot. So wet. So ready.
“I love you, Quinn. Mine.” He repeated the last word with every thrust, his hands gripping my wrists and holding them above my head as his beast took control, mimicking the claiming on the transport station. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
I dug my high heels into his ass, and he growled, pumping harder.
“Mine,” I said. “My beast.”
We spent forty-five minutes locked away in my dressing room. Ellen gasped when she saw me after. Bahre looked smug and well pleased seated on the special couch I had ordered just for him and the other Atlans who watched over me in the makeup room. I laughed at Ellen’s shocked face. “Can you make me beautiful in ten minutes?” I asked her.
Bahre leaned forward, and our gazes locked in the mirror. “You are already beautiful.”
Ellen clucked at me and shooed him away. “He’s right. You are beautiful. But honey, you’re a mess.”
“And happy,” I said.
She smiled at me, smiled at Bahre in the mirror, and got to work.
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