Alien Soulmate (Paranormal Romance Aliens) by Cristina Grenier Page B

of Carver and his siblings, and how their bond had grown. He talked about his grief when she had been killed, and how it felt like there was a piece of his soul that had been taken from him.
    Included were excerpts from accounts that had been written by other Sitheri who had come before Angen and found their own mates. Carver paid close attention to these, noting the pull towards the other person that they all documented feeling.
    It was a lot to take in at once. Both the fact that a practice he had considered outdated and irrelevant was clearly still alive and well in some cases and the fact that he seemed to be experiencing some of the same feelings for Vivian that his father had written about feeling for his mother.
    Carver remembered how in love his parents had been and how natural things had seemed between them. They could communicate an entire conversation in one look, and no one else had ever seemed to have a relationship like that.
    On the one hand, it frightened him that he could feel this way about someone he barely even knew, but on the other hand…
    On the other hand, it felt like something was clicking into place.
    Before he had too much time to think on it, the door was opening, and Vivian was sticking her head in. "Hey," she said, grinning at him. "I knocked, but I don't think you were paying attention. Any news?"
    She had taken to asking that every day when she showed up, eyes alight with wanting to know when he'd be able to go home.
    Carver had to shake himself in order to get his head back on straight and answer the question. "Yes, actually. I just spoke with my sister. She sent the transporter, and it should be here sometime tomorrow."
    Vivian's smile was amazingly bright, and she practically threw herself across the room to hug him around the neck. "That's wonderful! I'm glad it's working out. I'm glad E'lira didn't get caught. I'll miss you, though. When you're off saving your people."
    Just as quickly as she was hugging him, she was backing away, cheeks pink. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get all up in your personal space there. I just got excited." 
    He was on her in a matter of seconds. In the back of his head, it occurred to him to slow down, to ask her permission before he kissed her as thoroughly as he wanted to, but he couldn't seem to make his hands stop moving. They slid over her waist and down to her hips, and he pulled her against him, marveling at how tiny she was. She was over a foot shorter than he was, and since Sitheri females were so tall in general, Carver had expected her height to put him off.
    It didn't.
    Instead, it ignited a fierce desire to claim her and protect her. It was almost primal now that they were touching, and he thought about his father's notes and the way he had described himself as being helplessly pulled towards Carver's mother. Almost as if he'd never had a choice. And never wanted one.
    "W-what are you doing?" Vivian murmured, but she was going onto her toes, her hands warm through his shirt where the pressed against his chest. She didn't seem to be trying to push him away, though. Instead she was pulling herself more towards him, and Carver took that as a good sign.
    "You are so beautiful he murmured," head dipping down to meet hers. "I… I think of you often."
    A smile flashed across her lips at that, and it was breathtaking. He couldn't resist anymore, and he leaned the rest of the way down, capturing her lips with his own.
    The noise she made into his mouth was hardly one of protest, and Carver took that as encouragement, one hand moving to the small of her back as he pulled her even closer and laid claim to her mouth.
    He kissed her like he had never kissed any other woman before her.
    He kissed her like he wanted to pour his soul, his heart into her and take hers in return. Like he wanted to meld them together so tightly that no force in the universe would be able to separate them.
    It was a dizzying, unexpected feeling, but he couldn't deny how right it felt all