mother and father were killed, along with all the
scientists at the station. We had no real weapons. Nothing that could stand
against a full assault.” Her fist tightened against his chest. He could hear
the raw agony in her voice and understood. Anger pulsed within. Fury that
anyone would dare harm this woman.
“How did you escape?” He caressed down her arm, carefully
projecting calm, hiding the building anger against the Sheon.
Her laugh was bitter. “I was left here. Alone.” Her
fingertip traced the edge of a stripe. Her tender touch was distracting. “It’s
considered a blood curse to murder a child…” Her voice trailed off before she
cleared her throat.
“So they left you to die instead?” He couldn’t control the
fury that tightened his voice. “How is that any different?”
She shrugged. “It’s the Sheon way. Survival of the fittest.
One of the Sheon daughters came over and spat in my face. She used it as a
cover to discreetly drop a blade. That single moment saved my life.”
The Sheon daughters were children of royal blood.
Ambassadors. He’d met one during his captivity, one who was nothing like her
vicious mother. “I have a daughter to thank for my escape as well.” He gave a
soft prayer to the gods for that small bit of assistance, hoping that the
daughter remained safe. For the moment he found a kindred spirit in Kendra.
From their race across the slime-infested nightmare to the acceptance by his
beast, this woman was exceptional.
“You’ve learned a lot about survival since then.” Pride and
tenderness for this woman tugged at his heart. Azros tried to shake it off. He
had to rescue his people and warn his home world. Six months was a long time
with no contact. Why fate had chosen now to send him into a mating, he’d never
fathom. She was a distraction he didn’t need.
“Yeah, a thing or two.” She settled against his chest. He
sensed her hesitation. “What happens now?”
He gently grabbed her wrist and pressed lingering kisses
against her skin. “Now, we rest. Allow our bodies time to recover, for a while,
anyway.” He could already taste the heat of her lust simmering. They wouldn’t
have much time before he had to take her again.
“So once isn’t enough?”
He rubbed his lips against her skin, letting it soothe him.
Once, he worried, would never be enough. “Over a week, remember? You get to
have a little more fun, yet.”
She gave a breathless chuckle. “More? I think you wore me
out.” She cracked a yawn and tucked close. He breathed slow and steady, easing
her to a deep sleep. The crackling sexual tension between them eventually
eased, and Azros gently disentangled himself from her far-too-comforting
embrace.
His knuckles gently caressed her cheek. Even in sleep, he
could see the strain of exhaustion on her lovely face. He doubted their race
through the slimes caused this kind of bone-weary slumber. What kind of life
did his fierce warrioress lead? What did she do as a security specialist? She
had moves that were tempered in battle. Long hours of training had honed her
body. He tucked a stray tendril of hair behind her ear.
She was a fascinating puzzle. He reveled in her lovely body.
Her awakening sexuality. She was the kind of woman who would hold control in
all aspects of her life. His lips lifted in a satisfied smile. A control he’d
like to test every step of the way.
Where did she hail from? Her features were arresting, and he
couldn’t quite place her accent.
He pressed a light kiss against her lips, and smiled at the
way her lips melted to his. Her fist knotted against her cheek, and he allowed
one more caress of her skin.
“Well, my lady warrior, if we’re ever to have a chance, I’ve
got a war to stop.”
A line formed between her brows and he smoothed it with his
fingers. Leaving the bed was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. He
didn’t like it.
He walked away with a strange emotion burning in his chest.
One that had him
scientists at the station. We had no real weapons. Nothing that could stand
against a full assault.” Her fist tightened against his chest. He could hear
the raw agony in her voice and understood. Anger pulsed within. Fury that
anyone would dare harm this woman.
“How did you escape?” He caressed down her arm, carefully
projecting calm, hiding the building anger against the Sheon.
Her laugh was bitter. “I was left here. Alone.” Her
fingertip traced the edge of a stripe. Her tender touch was distracting. “It’s
considered a blood curse to murder a child…” Her voice trailed off before she
cleared her throat.
“So they left you to die instead?” He couldn’t control the
fury that tightened his voice. “How is that any different?”
She shrugged. “It’s the Sheon way. Survival of the fittest.
One of the Sheon daughters came over and spat in my face. She used it as a
cover to discreetly drop a blade. That single moment saved my life.”
The Sheon daughters were children of royal blood.
Ambassadors. He’d met one during his captivity, one who was nothing like her
vicious mother. “I have a daughter to thank for my escape as well.” He gave a
soft prayer to the gods for that small bit of assistance, hoping that the
daughter remained safe. For the moment he found a kindred spirit in Kendra.
From their race across the slime-infested nightmare to the acceptance by his
beast, this woman was exceptional.
“You’ve learned a lot about survival since then.” Pride and
tenderness for this woman tugged at his heart. Azros tried to shake it off. He
had to rescue his people and warn his home world. Six months was a long time
with no contact. Why fate had chosen now to send him into a mating, he’d never
fathom. She was a distraction he didn’t need.
“Yeah, a thing or two.” She settled against his chest. He
sensed her hesitation. “What happens now?”
He gently grabbed her wrist and pressed lingering kisses
against her skin. “Now, we rest. Allow our bodies time to recover, for a while,
anyway.” He could already taste the heat of her lust simmering. They wouldn’t
have much time before he had to take her again.
“So once isn’t enough?”
He rubbed his lips against her skin, letting it soothe him.
Once, he worried, would never be enough. “Over a week, remember? You get to
have a little more fun, yet.”
She gave a breathless chuckle. “More? I think you wore me
out.” She cracked a yawn and tucked close. He breathed slow and steady, easing
her to a deep sleep. The crackling sexual tension between them eventually
eased, and Azros gently disentangled himself from her far-too-comforting
embrace.
His knuckles gently caressed her cheek. Even in sleep, he
could see the strain of exhaustion on her lovely face. He doubted their race
through the slimes caused this kind of bone-weary slumber. What kind of life
did his fierce warrioress lead? What did she do as a security specialist? She
had moves that were tempered in battle. Long hours of training had honed her
body. He tucked a stray tendril of hair behind her ear.
She was a fascinating puzzle. He reveled in her lovely body.
Her awakening sexuality. She was the kind of woman who would hold control in
all aspects of her life. His lips lifted in a satisfied smile. A control he’d
like to test every step of the way.
Where did she hail from? Her features were arresting, and he
couldn’t quite place her accent.
He pressed a light kiss against her lips, and smiled at the
way her lips melted to his. Her fist knotted against her cheek, and he allowed
one more caress of her skin.
“Well, my lady warrior, if we’re ever to have a chance, I’ve
got a war to stop.”
A line formed between her brows and he smoothed it with his
fingers. Leaving the bed was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. He
didn’t like it.
He walked away with a strange emotion burning in his chest.
One that had him
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