Venomous: Erotic Science Fiction Romance (Alien Warrior Book 1) by Penelope Fletcher Page B

as he could not determine her mood.
    “How long here?” She motioned to the lair. “On planet.”
    “More solars than I care to remember.”
    “Oh.” Her feet shuffled. “Trader take. Snatch from home.” She rubbed her protruding nose, and her eyes became wet. “Am frightened.”
    His hearts sank. “You fear me?”
    “No.” Her lips curved at the corners.
    To Venomous it was not a nice smile, but filled with loathing.
    “Last night scary. Now?” She lifted her shoulder then let it fall. She turned her face from him. “What worse?”
    Venomous’ brille threatened to unveil his eyes.
    This was not a normal reaction.
    Usually Rä’Na avoided clutch and expressed fear of the act until acclimatised to the pain that went hand in hand with joining.
    He gazed down at his mate and felt heat stirring his blood.
    Startled, he straightened to loom over her as his seed stem swelled and his sac grew laden.
    Great Serpent, I must take her again?
    Provisions would have to wait.
    Distraction was a death sentence.
    He could not afford to be preoccupied with carnal urges while his most precious possession depended on his protection.
    “Good. You do not fear our nest.”
    Truth, it was a relief to know he did not cause his female agony each time they came together in the hope of creating life.
    “I will take you now.” He pointed to the furs. “Down. I will cover you then we will wash and I will feed you.”
    Her mouth opened then closed.
    “My blood is heating,” he reminded in a gentle tone to assure her he was willing to guide her until she recognised the signs of his urges.
    Perhaps my size frightens her .
    “The seeding will be hard,” he said, “but I will not kill you.”
    Making a noise, she lifted a palm and pushed it towards him.
    He mirrored the action until their palms touched.
    Liking her affection, he smiled.
    Eyes rolling into the back of her head, she dropped the hand. “Not,” she leaned forward, hands fisting, “hearing my words ? Say no. ”
    Aggression Venomous expected and knew how to manage.
    She’d end up working herself into another fit should she continue.
    He lunged across the distance separating them to gather her in his arms.
    She didn’t fight when he lay her down, but did protest when he tried to roll her onto all fours.
    She failed several times to hold his questioning gaze. “Must?” Her voice was quiet with defeat.
    Compassion for his human softened him. “I will not kill you.” He said this as a vow. “Never fear my strength for I shall not use it against you with the intention to hurt you.” He sighed at her trembling. “I will release upon entering to spare you pain.” She would not reach harmony, but he didn’t have the stomach to overlook her fear scent again. “Soon your body will adjust to my difference and your womb will open to receive me. Until then be still, my Rä’Na.” His voice gentled. “Be still.”
    The translators stripped the complexities and nuances of their languages down to their most basic so translation was as fast and accurate as possible, and much was being lost, yet a simplified, stilted conversation was better than no conversation.
    Chin lifting, she shook her head and refused him making him wonder if she did not just resist his sexual advances, as he expected, but him all in all.
    Tasting her exhilarating pheromones thick and potent at the back of his throat, his need rose in a fiery surge.
    Venomous hissed furiously.
    He didn’t want to wait until his desire blinded him to her presence.
    It increased the risk of him hurting her again.
    He leaned closer until he could feel her warm breath on his scales, and truth rumbled from him like thunder.
    “You were made a battle prize by the L’Odo. I won you. By the rules of this hell you are mine, but know, even if by Right of Might I earned you, it is because you awakened my anima, as blessed upon me by my Grandfather the Great Serpent God of Sands, S’q’ama’ta , that I claim you, and for