Page 55 of Claimed by an Alien Warrior

“Okay.”

Zoey watched him leave the room, unable to help but stare at his ass and the way it flexed as he walked.

Why do I keep telling him to cover up?

She distantly heard him rummaging through the kitchen. Her body eased, and her eyelids slid shut. Sleep had nearly overtaken her when a soft sound nearby caught her attention.

Ren had returned. He stood beside the bed, one hand lingering on the cup he’d placed on the nearby nightstand. The cup itself seemed surreal, something from a distant memory — it was one of those oversized plastic mugs with a lid and a fat bendy straw. The kind the nurses had given her father while he was in the hospital.

Her eyes stung with a sudden welling of tears, making her headache all the fiercer, and she squeezed them shut.

A gust of cool air flowed beneath the blanket. The bed creaked, and the mattress dipped. Two of Ren’s arms slipped beneath Zoey, drawing her against his hard, warm body.

Zoey turned to face him. She met his gaze as she snuggled close, one of her legs draped over his thighs and her body tucked against his side. Reaching up, she cupped his jaw, brushing her thumb over his lower lip.

“I remember last night,” she said, and kissed his shoulder before resting her head upon it, lowering her hand to his chest.

“I will remember it forever,” he replied softly as she drifted to sleep.

Chapter Twelve

Zoey felt much better when she woke up later that day. Her stomach had settled, and her minor, lingering headache would likely go away once she got some food and water in her system. And best of all?

She was cocooned in Ren’s arms. All four of them.

He lay with her back flush against his chest, and she was thankful to be facing away — he didn’t need to catch a whiff of her rank breath after her pukefest. If she weren’t so cozy and warm in his arms, she would’ve jumped out of bed to brush her teeth immediately.

The security of his embrace and the heat of his body weren’t all she was aware of, however; there was also alognestled against her ass cheeks. A day ago, that would’ve sent her running for the hills, but now?

She’d used up all her embarrassment that morning, so rather than feeling ashamed, she reveled in the feel of him. Ren was attracted to her. He’d beenarousedby her. She knew morning wood was just something that happened to men — human men, anyway — while they slept, but God, feeling his cock against her backside turned her on. Her nipples hardened and pussy clenched, hollow and achy, and if not for an exceedingly full bladder, she might’ve been so bold as to wiggle her bottom against him and finish what they’d started the night before.

That was one way to make up for passing out in the heat of the moment thanks to her stupid overindulgence.

Hell, just lounging in bed with him sounded divine. She was warm, safe, and comfortable, without a care in the world.

Well, except that insistent urge to pee.

Way to ruin the moment, bladder.

Zoey placed her hand on one of Rendash’s wrists and carefully lifted it. His arms tightened around her in response, holding her that much closer.

“How do you feel?” he murmured huskily.

Oh my God! Can a man’s voice be any sexier?

“Better.” She turned her head to look at him. “How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough.” There was a hint of mischief in his voice, adding a layer to it she’d not heard before — it was seductive as hell.

Her arousal grew.

Damn you, bladder!

“I, uh, need to pee,” she said, cheeks ablaze.

“You need to pee?”

“Yeah. Like,right now.”

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