He crossed his arms across his chest and watched her.Siren turned to look at him, eyebrow lifting. He was magnificent to look at. Taller than her five foot ten inches by a head, he seemed to fill the room. She had been too preoccupied with wanting his cock inside her to really look at him before. He carried himself, even naked, as if he ruled the world. His shoulders were broad enough to carry it alone. Even flaccid his shaft was imposing, and she had to drag her eyes away from him.She knew he didn’t want a human mate. It was written all over his face. A Senser had taken her as a mate. Even a Senser had thought she was one of them until he had slept with her. Now he looked at her with nothing but disgust. She didn’t know what hurt more: seeing that disgust or knowing that she wasn’t wanted by human or Senser. She was a walking, breathing no-man’s-land. If the humans could cast her out and the Sensers tear her to shreds, then where did she belong?She knew that Sensers lived much longer than humans and mates could not survive the passing of the other.
