The instant the shuttle touched down, Laarn was at the airlock door, waiting for it to cycle so he could get off the damn thing. He’d showered and changed since he’d come out of surgery, but sleep had eluded him. How could he sleep with mating marks around his wrists? Marks he’d dreamed of being called forward in his skin all his life, but that shouldn’t… couldn’t be there, not yet.
Even he didn’t understand the mechanism but marks were only called to a male’s skin after he’d claimed his woman… or something else happened. Since he hadn’t claimed Jess’ delectable, curvy little body for his own yet, that left something else.
The thought of what else it could possibly be had his heart thudding against his chest in fear as the door finally opened and he bolted through it. He cleared the ramp
