Alien Soldier's Baby (Scifi Alien Romance) (Zoran Warriors) by Luna Hunter Page B

interrupted?
    My purple man opens his eyes, a cocky smirk returning to his face instantly.
    “Morning,” he growls.
    I kiss him.
    I really did it. Mating with a warrior… I know these Zorans mate for life, too.
    His big hands run down my naked back, and I feel his cock come to life against me. I purr into his mouth, eager for a repeat performance.
    “Ahem.”
    The low, steely sound startles me, but I can see his Koryn’s smiling eyes that he knew the Beran was standing in the doorway the entire time.
    “Frostpaw requests your presence. I can guide you there, as soon as you’re… dressed.”
    The Beran goes back outside, putting the sheet of hide back in front of the entrance of the cave. I wonder if they can blush? It’s impossible to see through all that thick fur!
    My cheeks, however, become quite rosy. Last night I was so lost in lust I thought me and Koryn had the entire universe to ourselves. In the heat of the moment I forgot all about the Berans outside, who probably heard every moan, every groan, every whisper that left my lips.
    Oh my god. Did our moans echo through the entire cave complex?
    Koryn laughs when he sees me growing redder. He throws the covers to the side, smacking me on my naked ass so hard the sound reverberates off the walls.
    “You humans,” he smirks.
    “What?” I say defensively, trying to find wherever Koryn flung my panties to. I’m in dire need of a hot and long bath, but I don’t want to make the stern Beran wait.
    “I can read you through the color of your skin alone,” Koryn says as he stretches his arms above his head. He’s still buck naked, and he’s making no attempt to cover his godly form.
    “I don’t think you, of all people, should say something about color.”
    Koryn puts his hands at his side as he furrows his brow. His skin looks just like an amethyst in the warm glow of the torch, the head of his cock drawing my attention like a golden jewel.
    “Just sayin’,” I smirk, sticking out my tongue.
    My purple man huffs to himself as he straps his armor back on. A few minutes later we’re both dressed and somewhat presentable. The Beran leads us down more winding halls, and I’m glad we have a guide. I’d get lost in a heartbeat in this maze.
    We stop in front of a large, hide flap: the entrance to another cave. The furry man clears his throat.
    “Come in, come in,” a large Beran says. I recognize him as the leader of the party that we first encountered. He stands as tall as Koryn, but he has some silver streaks of fur, especially around his face, almost making it seem like he has a gray beard.
    His room is much more decorated than our cave – it’s almost cozy in here. A large, wooden desk dominates the room, with two chairs carved from a tree standing in front of it.
    “I’m Frostpaw,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Please, take a seat.”
    We sit down, and I hop into the chair. My feet don’t even touch the ground.
    “I want to discuss the offer you made us last night,” he says, holding his paws together pensively. “I want to know more about the Zoran and your military capabilities, before we put our lives in your hands.”
    Koryn nods. “Of course,” he says.
    The door opens and a female Beran comes in carrying a tray of hot drinks. Her fur is less thick and a lighter color, and her shape is different from the men’s broad, strong build – she’s curvier, and not quite as tall, though she would still tower over me. She’s wearing a dress made out of leather.
    She places the drinks in front us, and I can instantly smell the aroma of a herbal tea.
    “What kind of blend is that?” I ask.
    The female turns to me, her face lit up in surprise.
    “You are familiar with our chau-chau ?”
    “No, but I’m familiar with tea,” I chime. “And this smells delicious.”
    I grab the cup and take a big whiff.
    “It smells like lemon & ginger-tea – my favorite!” I say.
    “Thank you,” the woman says with a polite bow. “I picked the