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unabashedly running her fingers through his hair.
    “Oh, God,” she breathed, panting heavily as he continued his assault between her thighs.
    Merokk knew her release was close. He pushed a third finger into her channel, increasing the pace of thrusts. His tongue swirled rapidly around her swollen bud, and he soon felt her contract around his fingers as her whole body shuddered. He continued his ministrations until her writhing and moaning stopped, milking every last wave of pleasure from her body. Curling up next to her atop the covers, he waited for her senses to return. As she came back to life, her eyes sought his and she smiled sweetly.
    “Merokk, I—”
    “Hush.” He placed a finger over her lips, stilling her speech. “Let’s get you ready for bed. We have big day tomorrow.”

 
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Fiona had never felt more pampered. For the past several hours, a team of four female Kall beauticians had worked her over from head to toe. Their warm smiles and enthusiasm for the upcoming nuptials were contagious, and Fiona soon found herself at ease in their capable hands. They decided to keep her auburn hair down and tame its natural waves. Her fingers and toes were buffed and polished and painted red—because they claimed Kall males went nuts over Earth women with painted nails. Her skin had never felt smoother, and Fiona felt beautiful for the first time in forever. It was almost painless to pretend her real name was Betsy Carson, as long as she didn’t think of her mother.
    “So, when did you first meet Merokk?” Romsha asked. Her accent was the most difficult to understand out of the four, but after a few hours Fiona could understand most of her words.
    “Yesterday.” Fiona smiled politely at the Kall female brushing something powdery on her face.
    “You’re a lucky woman,” said Temia. “You get to marry an ambassador and remain on your home planet.”
    Leaving Earth. What a terrible thought. Fiona had no desire to leave America, let alone Earth. Maybe she was lucky. She nodded her agreement to Temia and tried desperately to sort out her muddled thoughts. Maybe the Kall weren’t the despicable, war-hungry aliens she’d first taken them for. Humans had enemy blood on their hands too. And even though Merokk claimed arranged marriage was a form of dishonor dealt to the losing side, the beauticians acted like it would be a joyful celebration.
    “What’s wrong?” Shessa asked, looking up from where she was massaging Fiona’s feet. “You’re not nervous about tonight are you?”
    Fiona blushed. “I’m not nervous about tonight.” She paused, her brows narrowed as she debated how to word her next question. “I—I was wondering about the arranged marriages. You all seem so excited about it. Do all the Kall feel this way every time a war ends and a bunch of forced marriages take place?”
    “Forced marriages?” Elsy burst out laughing. “Betsy, almost all marriages on the Kall homeworld are arranged. This is no different, but it’s exciting because it signifies a new beginning. It’s only a sour event if the Kall are defeated and our females must marry another species. And in the history of our kind, that’s only happened twice, and a long time ago at that.”
    “Oh.” Fiona relaxed, but she hoped humans never came into contact with the two alien races that had defeated the Kall.
    Noon arrived and the wedding took place on the White House lawn as planned. Forty-five couples joined together in a ceremony that was, to Fiona’s relief, not only quick and to the point but performed in both English and Kall. An elaborate celebration feast followed in a massive, heated tent. Merokk seemed at ease among both his people and the humans, and he kept Fiona close to his side throughout the day. She tried hard not to think about the coming night, but her thoughts kept drifting to darker waters.
    His tongue could do amazing things. God, that was the best orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her