Page 78 of Claimed by an Alien Warrior

Zoey’s body stiffened, and she screamed, pouring heat over him as she came.

“You aremine,” he snarled against her neck, bucking his hips one last time before he forced her down firmly upon his cock. Her sex tightened around him, her inner walls contracting to draw him deeper. Her juices flowed around his shaft and trickled down his thighs.

In that moment, Ren roared his own climax. The built-up pressure exploded, rocking him, and triggered a now-familiar surge in his nyros that sent fire through his entire body. His cock opened, and his stem thrust forward to latch onto her and pump his seed into her womb. The sensitive, unscaled skin of his stem brushed her inner walls, pushing his pleasure to new heights.

He rested his forehead against hers, teeth bared in a growl as he ground his hips against her. Each of her movements, no matter how small, produced a new wave of ecstasy.

Zoey’s arms loosened around his neck. She ran her palms down his back and up to his shoulders soothingly, humming in contentment.

“I think I am properly relaxed,” she said, smiling.

“Are you?” He kissed her cheek, her jaw, and finally her lips.

“Mhmm.” Zoey raised her head and looked at him. Her eyes were bright, pupils large. She cupped his jaw and brushed her thumb over his bottom lip. “I love it when you let go.”

With the tips of his fingers, he swept strands of wet hair out of her face, tucking them behind her rounded ear. “Only for you,kun’ia. Anything for you.”

Zoey brought her mouth to his in a tender kiss. “Kun’ia.” When she drew back, her playfulness had faded, leaving something softer, deeper, more powerful in her eyes, something he couldn’t place.

His chest swelled with emotion — adoration, desire, contentment, possessiveness, need. He couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her behind anymore, couldn’t allow himself to even entertain the possibility.

Zoey washis, and he would never let her go.

* * *

Zoey lounged on the sectional in the living room, flipping through the channels on the TV, too preoccupied with her thoughts to pay much attention to what was on.

The last few days had been the best of her life. For the first time since her father’s passing, she felt connected to someone, more connected than she’d ever believed possible. Ren made her happy,deliriouslyhappy. And the sex? She thought that kind of sex only happened in romance novels. It was absolutely mind blowing.

She squeezed her thighs together. It was as though she could still feel him inside her, the lingering sensation serving as a reminder that he was the master of her body. She was deliciously sore in all the right places.

But their time here was nearing its end. The owners would arrive in a few days’ time to find their food eaten and their house lived in —especiallythe beds. Rendash was outside now, scouting the area, checking if the roads were clear. The snow had stopped, and they’d be on the road again soon. Heading toward his ship, toward his final destination.

Toward the moment when he’d leave her.

It was far too late to pretend she didn’t care about him. Her pathetic attempts at distance had failed, and she was glad for it; those attempts had only made them miserable. Other people would call her insane or depraved, but her heart had decided, and it was all-in when it came to Rendash. It leapt at the sight of him, warmed when he smiled, and thumped excitedly at his smallest touch.

And it was breaking at the mere thought of having to say goodbye.

Something on TV caught her eye, but her finger automatically pressed the channel up button several times before her brain relayed the command to stop. Frowning, she flipped back. She stared at the screen in disbelief, hand dropping to her lap.

Zoey’s picture was being displayed one the news for the world to see. Her first thought — undoubtedly enabled by her shock — was that it wasn’t even aflatteringpicture. Then her rational mind kicked in, and she turned up the volume.

“—vehicle was discovered abandoned on I-70 in Utah between Salina and Green River on Tuesday. According to a friend, Weston was traveling from Santa Barbara, California to Des Moines, Iowa, but has reportedly been out of contact since early Monday morning. Her boyfriend, Joshua Martins, is the last known person to speak with her.

“Martins stated that there was another man in the background during his conversation with Weston, which was ended abruptly. Since that conversation, her phone has been unreachable. Utah State Troopers have requested assistance from the FBI, as they suspect potential foul play in her disappearance and the trail may span several states. Bank activity shows Miss Weston’s debit card last being used in Green River, Utah, on Tuesday morning.

“If you have any information on the whereabouts of Zoey Weston, please contact the Utah Highway Patrol…”

“Oh shit,” Zoey said.

She didn’t know what to do. Should she call them and say she was fine? How would that conversation go?

Yeah, yeah, no problems here. I just took a dead man’s truck — yes, I’m probably an accomplice to his murder — and broke into a luxury cabin to relax while a blizzard passed. Oh, I’m also hiding an alien from the government, if you really wanted to know.

What kind of life would she have after Ren was gone? At best, she’d have a lot of clever explaining to do and a hefty impound fee for her car, and even if she could pay that fee she couldn’t afford repairs on the damned thing.

The only way to be safe was to remain hidden, but how was she supposed to do that? She was a waitress, not a criminal mastermind, and she’d left a trail behind her the entire way. Hell, her DNA was all over this place.

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