Copyright © Amber Kell 2014. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing. Mars’ jaw dropped open as he examined the man sprawled across his bed. He thought he’d seen just about everything during his space travels, but the perfection of the male lying across his covers hit all Mars’ hot points. Of course if this were Saint, he’d been created just for him. Mars’ chest ached and he fought to gather more breath in his lungs before speaking. Had the engineer turned the oxygen off? “Who are you?” He knew this must be Saint, the Thresl everyone had warned him about, but that didn’t stop him from hoping he’d been mistaken. Maybe this sexy intruder was a stowaway passenger planning to seduce Mars in order to stay aboard. It had happened once or twice in the past. Sometimes he even let them stay. “You can call me Saint or mate,” Saint drawled as he slid off the bed. “Or yours.” Saint’s predatory gait sent shivers of need down Mars’ spine. His cock hardened at the sight of all that exposed flesh while his head filled with all the things he could do with this gorgeous man. Some positions would require a flexibility Mars wasn’t sure he’d ever possessed, but he’d damn sure like to try. The visual overload almost distracted him enough to miss the words. “Mate?” The Thresl stepped closer and the scent of musky need and wildflowers swamped Mars’ senses. When had wildflowers become sexy? He had never been attracted to flowery smelling men before. Only Saint using the word mate stopped him from pouncing. Mars couldn’t be anyone’s mate. The responsibility of dragging another person into his world wasn’t one he’d place on anyone. Mars didn’t have relationships—he had encounters with men he’d never see again. Still, every inch of his body yearned for Saint. His mouth watered at the thought of sucking the thick erection bobbing towards him as if offering him a taste. If he had a drop more Thresl blood, Mars knew his canines would’ve descended with the urge to bite and claim the man before him. Fortunately, at only a quarter Thresl, he didn’t have many physical markings. The only sign of Thresl blood were Mars’ eyes, easily hidden when he went to extract kidnapped Thresls. The sheer size of Saint surprised him. Mars almost always chose lovers smaller than himself. If Saint epitomized Mars’ perfect man, then Mars had been picking the wrong type for years. Even Zander, the love of his life, had been slighter than Mars. The man strutting towards him surpassed Mars in both breadth and height. Mars shook his head trying to dispel the urge to touch Saint’s golden skin. “Listen, it’s been a long day. All I want is my bed.” He purposely blocked out the ideas that immediately came to mind about what he could do in that bed with the stunning creature before him. Saint grinned. His gold eyes flared with lust. “What a coincidence, that’s what I want too.” “Somehow I don’t think you mean to sleep.” Mars took a step backwards. He needed to escape the pheromones pouring off Saint before he gave in and jumped the guy. His muscles trembled from the effort of fighting the instinct to step closer. “Why waste a perfectly good bed for sleeping?” Saint’s voice dipped to a low, rumbling purr. The sound rolled through Mars like a phantom caress. Damn, he wouldn’t be able to battle this temptation for long. Mars tended to take what pleasure he could find when he found it. Not accepting such a blatant offering went against his nature. However, if Mars gave in to Saint’s appeal just once, he would be biologically bonded with the Thresl forever. Determined to avoid that fate, Mars kept stepping back until he stood outside his suite. He didn’t take another breath until the door closed between them....