Kit Of all the aliens in all the universe, mine had to be big, domineering, and stubborn. Yeah, that’s right, mine. Because apparently his race, the Xirashi, biologically mates with one person. Now he won’t leave me alone. Worse part is—I don’t want him to because I can't stop wondering if what's in his pants matches the size of his ego. I'm a woman who can handle myself, but the savage monsters at the fringe are worse than anything I've encountered. My initial plan to fake-marry for safety in the most dangerous reaches of the galaxy? A total bust thanks to the strange light he emits that has me electrified with need. Literally. Vorkul Why is my mate this tiny, breakable human? Am I not the most fearless of our kind? What God did I offend to deserve this? Yet, I can barely control myself around her. She needs protecting. I do not understand what this “feykmari” thing is, except that it lets me be close to her. Perhaps if I tie her down in bed, she will stop throwing herself in harm’s way. Now I must fight my urge to touch her and make her writhe with pleasure. Disclaimer: The Interplanetary Unity Council takes no responsibility for any of the alien smut found in this multi-author short novella collaboration. Not recommended for youth who have not reached legal adulthood on their home planet.