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Ampetheia had been very clear on that aspect of this odd ritual—the human female initiated the touching. I was not to stun her, drag her, push her, or force her to do anything she did not express interest in first, even though my kind tended to lean toward the aggressive side of the mating spectrum. But she was not Reithhar, she was human, so I would wait for her interest. Ampetheia had said to have patience, to hunt as if she were skittish prey. Earth females were apparently easy to bed once you were able to master something called the woo .
    I would woo her, all right. Woo her straight onto my cock so I could experience the softness of the human form.
    The female took a deep breath, seeming to shake off some of her fears. “Hey. I’m Klow-ee.”
    She stepped closer and held out her hand in an odd gesture. I had seen pictures of such customs in the pamphlet on human habits. There had been one about meetings, with an image of two hands coming together. Something about…shaking. I could do that.
    Trying my hardest to match her movements, I reached for her, sliding my hand into hers. The moment we touched, the moment her skin met mine, an electric tingle shot up my arm and down to my gut. That tingle, the attraction, the way my cock grew painfully hard with a single, simple brush of flesh, was all the sign I needed. This was a good match, one I could work with to see if there would be crooning from my esehhnce.
    A chance.
    “I am Cutlass.” I moved our hands up and down, pulling her slightly closer as I did. Unable to resist. “Many greetings.”
    Her deep, wide eyes stayed on mine while a lovely, darker color rose along her neck and up her cheeks. And her scent—she wasn’t just sweet, she was aroused. One touch, and I’d made her want me.
    Maybe Hohddshoun wouldn’t need to die, after all.
    Klow-ee pulled her lips up in a smile, her small, blunt teeth shining. Not nearly as worrisome, though, as when Ampetheia had made the same expression.
    “Many greetings to you, as well.” Her words came across as a weird sort of double whisper in my ear as they were translated through my communicator core. A distracting quality, but workable. At least I could understand her.
    “I am glad to be meeting you, Klow-ee,” I said, letting my voice rumble just a bit. The sound of a hunter on the prowl. “Should we get to the eating out now?”

Chapter Four
    Chloe
    I nky black hair , dark eyes, and a body that made me want to bite my fist came strolling through the door, and I was gone.
    Woman down!
    Christ on a cracker, the man was gorgeous. He was tall and thick, with more muscles than I knew what to do with. I mean, I knew what I wanted to do with them, but I wasn’t sure he’d be down for me licking all over those dips and swells. One could only dream.
    Oh, my God, I’d been staring at him forever. Time to—you know—do something .
    “Hey. I’m Chloe.” Without thinking, I offered him my hand. Such a ridiculous way to start what would possibly end up in a marriage, but I didn’t know what else to do and my hand was already out there. Hanging. Waiting for him to take it or not.
    He took it. He took it real good.
    “I am Cutlass. Many greetings.” His words came out almost on a purr, the sound going straight to my clit. How did he do that? And could he keep doing it? Like, could I have him read the phone book while I shook and twitched and basically got off on nothing but sound? That wasn’t wrong, was it?
    I grinned, unable not to with him so close. With our hands clasped together. With his warmth practically blanketing me. “Many greetings to you, as well.”
    Cutlass pulled me closer, leaning over my smaller body. Jesus, he was really, really tall. My breathing sped, my heart thumping hard. I hoped something else was hard or close to it. I hoped he felt the same tingle from our hands joining that I did. I hoped—
    “Should we get to the eating out now?”
    Record…scratch.
    I jerked back, staring up at him