Page 70 of Claimed by an Alien Warrior

He thrust the blankets aside, sat up, and left the bed. A long stride brought him to the door, and then he stalked down the walkway to the room Zoey had claimed. She was likely asleep by now. He’d slip into bed beside her, gently take her into his arms, and find his comfort. Any issues she had when she woke could be dealt with in the morning. Until then, she’d never know. She was a heavy sleeper.

Ren opened the door silently and entered the chamber. A powerful scent — familiar and tantalizing — struck him immediately.

The fragrance of her arousal.

Though the sun had set long before, and snow continued to fall outside, enough light streamed in through the windows to grant Rendash visibility without engaging hisnyros. Still, it took him a moment to realize what he was seeing on the large bed as he crept toward it. Instinct — that old, bone-deep instinct that superseded all his training — roared to the forefront.

Zoey lay naked in the center of the bed. Her head was turned to one side, hair spread out around her. One of her hands clutched her breast. The other was between her legs, stroking her sex. She bit her lip and moaned, tilting her head back.

Rendash narrowed his eyes to sharpen his vision. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. His chest heaved with his quickening breath, and he bared his teeth, clenching his fists at his sides. His erection strained against his pants.

A low growl clawed its way up from his chest.

Zoey screamed, eyes snapping open, and hurled a pillow at him. It struck him in the face with a softwhump.

She scrambled away as he tossed the pillow aside. Rendash threw himself atop the bed, catching her with his upper hands before she could dive to the floor.

“Zoey,” he rasped as he pulled her close, catching her flailing arms at the wrists and straddling her thighs to protect himself from her wild kicks.

Her struggles ceased, and she stared up at him with wide eyes. “Ren?”

“Who else would it be?”

“I don’t know! It’s dark and you…you… Oh God. Yousawme.” She tried to yank her arms away.

Something glistened on her fingers in the faint light. He slowly drew her hand close to his face. Thatscent, that intoxicating scent, drifted from her hand. He closed his eyes and growled again, painfully aware of her body pinned beneath his.

“I saw you,” he said, “and I want you.” He dipped his head, took her fingers into his mouth, and sucked. Her flavor burst across his tongue, unlike anything he’d tasted. Unlike anything he’d imagined.

Zoey’s breath hitched. “I can’t…I can’t believe you just did that.”

Ren slid her fingers out of his mouth, running his lips and tongue over their length to catch any remnants of her taste. “I will have more of this. Directly from the source.”

“What?”

He pressed her arms onto the bed as he slid his lower palms down her sides. His mouth settled on the hollow at the base of her throat before traversing the valley between her breasts, slowly moving lower and lower as he crawled backward.

“Ren?” Zoey asked breathlessly. “What are you doing?”

“Tell me, Zoey.” He reached her abdomen, brushing hungry kisses over her soft flesh. Her stomach quivered. “Tell me you want this. You wantme.”

“We shouldn’t…”

“No more games.” Another kiss, another small taste. “No more denial. What we want,” his lower arms reached her legs, and he grasped her thighs, forcing them wider apart, “wetake. Tell me youwant, like I do.” He kissed just above the thatch of hair on her pelvis.

Zoey shivered, and her fragrance strengthened. Ren’s mouth watered.

“Yes,” she breathed, clutching fistfuls of bedding. “Yes, I want you.” She raised her head. “But what are you—”

Zoey gasped, hips jerking when his mouth came down on her open sex. She attempted to close her legs, but Ren held them firmly in place.

“Oh my God, don’t...don’t…Oh, don’t stop!” She fell back with a throaty moan.

Her scent and taste dominated his senses. He’d wanted to do this to her from the moment he’d seen it on the TV, had imagined it, but his imagination could do no justice to how incredible the reality was — not merely her taste, but her reactions, the way her entire body responded to the motions of his lips and tongue. Zoey exhibited none of the hollow reactions he’d seen from the male and female on the TV; she came to life with his touch.

He explored her with his tongue, greedily lapping her nectar as he lavished her soft, slick flesh with his attention.

“Ren!” Zoey cried and bucked her hips when his tongue flicked the top of her sex.

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