Page 11 of The Alien Warlord's Fated Mate

Well, he had her there.

He settled her more firmly into the cradle of his body and nuzzled her throat. “Is this a human female pleasure point?”

“I am not telling you that.”

“Do you not wish me to please you?”

His voice had gone husky and a little needy, and her body softened against his. The traitor. She tried pushing him away, even clasped his forearm with her hands, but they refused to cooperate.

“We really shouldn’t,” she whispered.

He laughed against her throat and gently nipped it with his sharp teeth. “And deny ourselves such pleasure?”

“You promised.”

“Yes.” A sigh shuddered out of him, and his breath caressed her throat. “Come, littleklika. I have something to show you.”

“I’ve already seen your penis,” she said, then slapped a hand over her mouth as heat of an entirely different kind flooded her cheeks. “Oh, my God. I can’t believe I said that. See what you do to me?”

The corners of his mouth tilted into a feral smile, and he lifted her high, cradling her against his chest as he gazed down at her. “I wish to do more.”

“That’s what worries me.”

No, what really worried her was how easily he slipped under her defenses. They’d barely known each other a full day, and already she’d allowed him to get halfway to first base. By the time they reached Zephyria and the much-dreaded deadline, how much farther would he get? Could she even hold out that long before she completely gave in?

Her thighs clenched together, trembling under the long robe. God. When had she become so easy? She’d never had such a hard time resisting a man’s advances. Not even the Rat Bastard had gotten her so hot so fast, and she’d crushed on him for weeks before their first date.

Her stomach sank as Zoran strode out of the bedroom, still holding her tightly against his gloriously massive chest. There had to be a way to get out of this rutting-mating thing he insisted on before he completely melted her defenses. There just had to be.

Zoran leaned against the wall next to the cargo hold’s interior hatch, his gaze on the women clustered at the far side. The minute Mia had spotted her friends, she’d wiggled out of his embrace and raced on bare feet toward them, holding the skirt of hershinsek’ukhigh enough to expose an enticing amount of her pale, smooth flesh.

He bent his knee and settled his foot flat against the wall, hoping to hide the erection the sight had caused. Merciful Fates, the way she affected him! If anything, the quickness of his lust reinforced the mating instinct still roaring inside him. Roaring loudly now, he acknowledged grimly, so loudly it threatened to drown out sense. Instinct urged him to cross the room and claim her, there in front of her friends and colleagues, to lift her silkyshinsek’ukwith the tips of his claws, to surround himself with the welcoming heat of her body and fill her with his.

He forced his urges down, ruthlessly quashing them for his own sake. A warrior who lost control also lost the respect of himself and the people he led. He could not afford such a loss, not when the means to save his people was finally within his grasp.

“Zoran!”

His mother’s sharp tone snapped him out of his thoughts. “Yes, Mother?”

“Has the human female so addled you that you can no longer focus on matters of state?”

He ignored the biting humor in her tone and forced the disgruntlement out of his. “I can do little about such matters from here.”

“Nonetheless, they must be dealt with.”

“Yes, Mother.”

Alara barked out a laugh. “Such obedience! Has the little one broken your resolve already?”

“She does not wish to mate. I fear she may never accept me,” he bit out, and let his foot drop to the floor, his gaze automatically seeking out his female, well aware of what he had not confessed. “I cannot force her to want me, and she does not bend to me as she should.”

“My son, my son.” Alara sighed, then clicked her teeth together once. “You have never liked when your problems could not be solved by strength alone.”

“I am more than muscle and bone,” he grouched.

“And yet, you talk of forcing her.”

A harsh breath hissed out of him, and he straightened away from the wall. “I have said I will not use force.”

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