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    Bride of the Alien Prince
    Bride of the Alien Prince
    Bride of the Alien Prince
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    Bride of the Alien Prince

    By Nancey Cummings

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    Evie is everything, my mate and my world.

    Curvy in the right places, perfectly fitting against me, my life is empty without this human woman. I will do anything to protect and provide for her.
    The problem? I’m a prince of Fremm and the royal family is not thrilled with my choice of a common Earth woman. The stern Queen demands that Evie complete three challenges to prove herself worthy. If she fails, she must release me from our mate bonds.

    Evie worthy of me? I’m not worthy of her.

    Here’s what they don’t understand: my mate is a fighter and we have something worth fighting for.

    No Cliffhangers! Guaranteed Happy Ending! Plenty of steamy romance and action!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMenura Press
    Release dateNov 29, 2016
    ISBN9781370141623
    Bride of the Alien Prince
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    Nancey Cummings

    Nancey writes fun, fast and flirty scifi romances featuring feisty heroines and out-of-this-world heros. Nancey lives in an old house with her husband and two cats who have complaints with management. When she’s not writing, she enjoys video games, horror movies and anything involving time travel.

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    Bride of the Alien Prince - Nancey Cummings

    Bride of the Alien Prince

    Alpha Aliens of Fremm 2

    Nancey Cummings

    Table of Contents

    The Story So Far

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Chapter Fourteen

    Chapter Fifteen

    Chapter Sixteen

    Chapter Seventeen

    Chapter Eighteen

    Chapter Nineteen

    Epilogue

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    The story so far:

    The kompli-komplan mate bound was so rare and precious that most people didn’t believe it existed. Prince Aster found it with the Earth woman Evie. He couldn’t let her go.

    So he claimed her and took her aboard his ship.

    At the time, Evie wore nothing more than a bedsheet. Less than thrilled with Aster, she was incredibly drawn to the powerful alien warrior.

    Now Aster returns to his home planet with his prize to face the consequences of his rash actions.

    Note: It is not necessary to have read Claimed by the Alien Prince to enjoy this book, but you missed out on a lot of steamy fun.

    Chapter One

    Aster

    Morning.

    Fremm.

    I woke in my farmhouse, the place I considered my home when I was not aboard my starship. Now I realized this was just a place to eat and sleep.

    I was next to my mate. A warm sense of well-being flooded me, covering me and I reached for her. Home was with her, planet side, in a ship among the stars, anywhere. I have everything with her and nothing without her.

    I pushed away thoughts of the rest of the day like I pushed away the sheets covering her exquisite form. We’re here in the now, and now it was only us, my mate and I.

    My left arm was under her, holding her voluptuous form to me. My right hand was busy exploring the soft curves. She’s a marvel, more beautiful and perfect than anything else in creation.

    Evie stirred, blinking her wide, dark eyes at me. Good morning, love, she said, voice groggy and husky.

    It was the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

    My response was a low growl, my need for her so overwhelming I couldn’t form the words. I buried my face in the crook of her delicate neck. Her scent was invigorating, this exotic mixture of honey, sunshine and a deeper note of nuts, some Terran variety I’ve tasted once that lingers on my tongue.

    She shivered when I licked the cords of her neck, my tongue and mouth moving down her velvety caramel skin to the rise of her breasts. My tongue rolled over the rosy nubs on the firm globes but I focused on the underside. I craved this spot where I can feel the weight of her full breasts resting on my mouth.

    Don’t we have a busy day? she asked between gasps.

    My hand slid down her soft stomach and rested the apex of her thighs. Instinctively, they parted. Already wet, I noticed with a grin. I stroked her delicate flesh, spreading that eager wetness. She purred.

    One finger pushed into her tight channel, inner muscles gripping my digit with searing heat. I moaned and she responded with a deep kiss, silencing me. I worked my finger in and out of her, letting her roll her hips and matching her rhythm. Another fingers slipped in. She needed to be ready to accept all of me.

    I watched my mate, her eyes fluttering shut and a rosy glow of pleasure to her cheeks. Her chest heaved with each thrust. I tried to capture a harden nipple in my mouth. What I wouldn’t give for another pair of hands to touch her, to squeeze and caress every part of my mate, my kompli.

    My hand came back in a long stroke, rubbing her sensitive nub before plunging in. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, nearing climax. Her inner muscles gripped my fingers with a satisfying strength and she cried out my name.

    How can a man not crave this?

    I hitched her leg over my thigh, exposing her and position my cock near her entrance. The heat radiating from her was enough to make me come. I pushed in and her tightness was overwhelming.

    Evie gasped in surprise and exhaled slowly.

    So I wasn’t the only one amazed.

    She’s a dream. This human woman was an intoxicating combination of softness and strength. As I pushed into her, giving her my entire length, she pushed back, moving with me. Muscle hidden under those heady curves moved in unison with me. We fit together perfectly. She was a masterpiece made for sex, made for me, and I can never get enough.

    My left arm squeezed her tightly and I rolled onto my back, bringing her to the top. Evie squealed in delighted surprise. The satisfying weight of her positioning herself, legs astride me, and she didn’t break our rhythm. Every curve, every hair, every part of her glorious.

    She sank upon the length of my cock, enveloping me and I closed my eyes, moaning. So tight and unbelievably hot, I couldn’t last much longer. All the trouble, the protocols circumvented, engagements broken, were worth the price I must pay if I am allowed to wake every day next to my kompli.

    Each hand was under her ass and I lifted and lower her on my cock, pushing her harder as I slammed up into her. She bounced, tits thrust forward and I wished again for more hands, for a way to be closer, to touch more of her.

    Every sensation was electric and I couldn’t contain myself.

    Aster! she cried, trembling with climax.

    A few more thrusts and I released deep into her, tension and every thought in my head vanishing.

    Evie rolled to the side and snuggled next to me, hand resting on my chest. My blue skin glowed from our contact but her skin remains an unblemished caramel mystery.

    Good morning, my mate, I said.

    Big day today. Her voice was flat, guarded. There was no way to be certain what she was thinking from tone alone, but I know she was nervous.

    Today was the day Evie meets my parents.

    Chapter Two

    Evie

    Aster watched me with alert eyes as I dressed. My limited wardrobe left a lot to be desired. I arrived on his ship two months ago in nothing more than a bedsheet, after all. I picked up a few items at Stasjon Station but nothing was nearly good enough to meet his parents, the King and Queen of Fremm. We arrived at Aster’s farmhouse, Bitterot, two days ago. There hadn’t been a huge opportunity for shopping. I settled on a simple navy blue dress, flattering and modest.

    What’s the plan for the day? I asked.

    Aster came up behind me, placing his large hands on my hips. His lips were at the nap of my neck. My parents will join us for dinner in the evening. I thought you could cook something delicious.

    I smirked and wiggled away. So drown them in butter and salt until they forget to be upset with you?

    No drowning.

    Sarcasm was lost on my big blue man.

    I mean, I said, impress them with my cuisine.

    Tomorrow will be the engagement dinner, Aster said.

    A formal event by the sound of it. Definitely nothing to wear. And then we can leave?

    Aster rubbed the back of his hand on his chin before nodding. The marks burning on his ears, neatly obscured with his long navy hair, said he was withholding information.

    What is it you are not telling me? I asked.

    My mother, he started, then hesitated. She is hard to please.

    Sound like a typical mother-in-law to me. And pleasing her is my prerogative?

    Aster’s arms captured me again. My only concern is pleasing you, my mate. His lips claimed mine, erasing my questions.

    I pulled away. I need to talk to you about my clothing situation.

    A wardrobe should arrive today, Aster said. You can pick anything you desire.

    Of course, a prince didn’t go shopping. The shop came to him. What does one wear when meeting the royalty? What should I wear tomorrow?

    Traditionally, nothing. Fremm women go naked as a sign that she is safe.

    Not happening. So not happening. Aster had a healthy appreciation of my figure but I’m not exactly slender. No one needed to see the way my

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