Page 92 of Claimed by an Alien Warrior

Instinct overtook her as she closed her eyes. Her hips quickened, and she became a wild thing, desperately seeking that final piece, that release that would fully tie their bodies together as they tumbled down from the heights of their passion.

Her ragged breaths mingled with his grunts to fill the cab, their combined scents permeating the air to further increase her arousal. The SUV rocked; anyone driving by would have no doubt of what was happening inside. Zoey didn’t care.

She opened her eyes to find Rendash staring up at her, his eyes four glowing orbs, his face defined only by the greenish highlights cast on the sharp edges of his features by the dashboard lights. It hit her in that moment, like the striking of a match sparking an explosion.

Ecstasy blazed through her, ravenously devouring her entire being, flaring hotter and hotter as Ren continued his thrusts. She sealed her mouth to his, muffling her cries as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Ren’s roar rumbled from his chest and into Zoey. His already viselike grip tightened, anchoring her body to his as he burst and flooded her with his white-hot seed. She felt that connection the instant it was made and ground her sex against him as the aftershocks of her climax resonated through her.

Finally, she collapsed atop him, panting, and rested her head on his chest. She idly stroked her thumb along his jaw. Exhaustion swept in on the tails of her euphoria, demanding she close her eyes.

Neither of them spoke; their actions had been enough. But one thought echoed her mind, solidifying with each repetition.

I don’t want him to leave me.

He released a long, slow breath, and combed his fingertips through her tousled hair. She lay in his embrace, unsure of how much time had passed. At least three vehicles drove by, their headlights casting fleeting, magical lights and shadows across his features.

“We should continue on,” he finally said. She felt his words rolling in his chest.

“Mmm.” Zoey sighed, closing her eyes. “I like where we are.”

“So do I, but we’ve far to go, and our pursuers are too close behind.”

“I don’t want to leave you,” Zoey mumbled. She moved a hand to his shoulder, giving the hard, ridged scales there a weak squeeze. She was distantly aware of his light touch on her cheek before she drifted to sleep.

Rendash lay still as Zoey’s breathing evened out and her weight settled atop him fully. Her exhaustion had been evident for a long while, and she’d fought it admirably. They needed to keep moving, needed to stay ahead of their pursuers, but it wouldn’t do either of them any good for her to push herself so hard.

He couldn’t help feeling a touch of guilt. She was doing it forhim. She was sacrificing the life she’d known forhim.

I don’t want to leave you.

Had she meant now or when the time came for him to leave Earth? He couldn’t be certain, and he wasn’t going to wake her just to ask, but her words had made his heart flutter and his blood heat — it washopeagain, that wonderful, dangerous emotion.

My ability to detach myself from this — from her — has long since died.

What remained, then, but to look toward the future? To embrace a little of that hope?

The true problem lay in the contrast between desire and reality. He’d been taught, beyond those basic lessons, to anticipate as many potential outcomes as possible. Military action rarely went according to plan, and responding to complications grew easier when one had taken time to consider a multitude of complications beforehand.

The practice was far from perfect, but it encouraged focus, critical thinking, and improvisation under stressful circumstances.

There were enough ways for this to go wrong — enough ways for Zoey to get hurt — to make Ren’s gut churn.

He pulled the lever on the side of the chair and sat up to return the seat to its upright position, holding Zoey against him to disturb her as little as possible. His shaft had released her some time ago, but he’d been unable to bring himself to pull away. He wanted nothing but moments like this. Nothing but this easy, passionate closeness, nothing but the feeling that they were the only two beings in existence and everything would be fine.

He opened the door, wincing at the gust of cold air that flowed into the vehicle. Zoey stirred, curling against him. As carefully as he could, he slipped from beneath her and out of the SUV, leaning down to pull her leggings back up and shift her into what he hoped was a more comfortable position.

A shiver crept up his spine; it was cold despite his nyros adjusting his body temperature. He reached down, regretfully stuffed his cock back into his restrictive pants, and fastened the buttons. After clicking her seatbelt into place, he found Zoey’s coat on the floor and draped it over her. Before he closed the door, he used the lever to ease the seat back down.

The road was deserted as he walked to the driver’s side. All the better; hemighthave exaggerated his confidence in being able to drive the human transport, and from what he understood, there were protocols specific to their operation that were expected to be obeyed. The fewer the potential witnesses, the better.

Rendash pulled the door open and crouched to adjust the seat. The control on this side was automatic and moved the seat in a variety of directions. He shifted it as low and far back as it could go. When he entered the vehicle, his knees bumped the steering wheel at its sides.

Frowning, he tugged the door closed, hissing in pain as his knee was caught between the wheel and the door.

The vehicle shook as he fought to tear his leg out of the tight space. Once it was free, he bent his leg at a more acute angle to keep it clear of the wheel. His gaze flicked to Zoey; fortunately, she slept soundly, undisturbed by the closing door and his car-shaking reaction to his pain.

Control, Aekhora. This is no difficult task.

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