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I nodded and kept licking.

Her eyes widened as she watched. “You have a very . . . thick and long tongue.”

“You do not.”

“I’m defective,” she said with a low laugh.

“You’re perfect. If I haven’t made that clear, I want to do so this instant. You, my mate, are perfect just the way you are.”

“Some guys would say they wished my tongue was long and thick as well.”

I frowned. “Would that give you a better appetite for the delicacies of my world?” I handed her the twig, and she stared at it before licking it herself.

“I’ve died and gone to Wonka,” she cried out.

“What is a wunka?”

“It’s a movie. This is sweet. It tastes like cotton candy.” She sucked on it, swirled her tongue around it, and at that instant, I understood what she meant about long, thick tongues.

“You can eat it,” I croaked.

Her dual fluffs of hair above her eyes, something Zuldruxians didn’t have, lifted. “What happened to your voice?”

I leaned close. “I was imagining a few places I could lick you and where you might use your tongue on me.”

Her face turned the same color as the blossoms behind her. “We . . .” The fluffs dropped, as did her smile. She tucked the twig inside her mouth and crunched through it, turning to start walking again. “Let’s go see your gods.”

My words upset her. Did that mean she didn’t want me licking between her legs? Females were confusing. I’d already determined this. But this female was the most puzzling of all.

I walked with her, though we stopped at the tall entrance.

She tipped her head back to peer up. “This is like a big glass Disney-ish castle. The tree broke easily. Are the buildings just as fragile?”

“They wouldn’t have lasted this long if they were.” I rapped my knuckles on the surface beside the arched opening and it clanged.

“It sounds like metal.” Leaning close, she ran her fingertips across it. “It’s as smooth as it looks and as thick as any wall in a house back on Earth. So pretty. Every color from the rainbow is represented in this big oval structure.”

“The outer walls and their spires are beautiful at sunrise or sunset, when the light hits them at an angle. I could bring you here sometime to see it.”

Her face tightened. “Maybe.” She stepped through the archway with me following. “It’s gorgeous here. The open area in the middle of the round wall has to be the size of a couple of football fields. It’s amazing.”

“It is large.” I wasn’t sure what afout-bail feehldwas, but I didn’t believe it mattered. “While the custom had stopped after the great disease swept across our lands, our clans now plan to gather here again each year to visit with each other and celebrate the gods’ bounty.”

“What disease?” She paused while crossing the open area where clans would set up tables to exchange goods during the gathering. Colorful, smooth stones covered the floor of this area as well.

I explained how many sickened, how most of the gods also died, and how our people were still slowly dying, though no longer due to the disease. How our clan leaders had come together and spoken to the gods, begging them to help us.

“You’re saying you asked your gods for mates?” she said.

“With so few females being born and few clan members already, our people won’t live many more generations without their help. So yes, we asked them. Begged them to help us, to send you to us.”

She sighed and leaned against the outer wall of the central structure that was also enormous and many stories tall. The spires had inspired many poems that spoke of their greatness. Would my mate be interested in hearing them when we all gathered in our Indigan central area tonight?

“I still can’t understand how asking your gods for help resulted in me being kidnapped and brought here.”

“I’m sorry you were taken against your will.”

“It’s not your fault.” Pain etched lines into her face.

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