Page 30 of Her Alien Warrior
"Tell me what warriors like?" There was a shyness to her demand, almost a question lilting at the end. She was nervous, and I didn't wish to spook her.
"My glands are damaged," I informed her as her fingers splayed over my chest. My hearts beat against my ribs, wishing I could touch her, lick her, and take her essence into me. I licked my lips, which made her fingers curl against my skin. "I never thought I'd be worthy of any mate, but when I'm with her, I feel stronger. If you wish to prove something, you can tell me why you left Earth?"
I would never win honor with my mate if she thought all I needed her for was to regulate my glands. My glands have no use for a mate, and before her I never thought I would experiencesomething physical that wasn't simply me trying to give and feeling nothing but regret that my enzymes would never balance another warrior's glands, nor would their fluid set my blood on fire.
"I--" she stopped and then started once more, "I get along with everyone." She sighed, but she did not remove her hand from me, instead she sat upon my lap. Her perfect ass, shifted along my cock to get comfortable, and if she continued, I would not be able to hide my interest. My hands itched to hold her, wrap around her waist, but they were strapped to the chair. Quickly, I withdrew my epul, not wishing to accidentally harm her.
Her hand moved up my chest and rubbed at my sore shoulders where a few drops of blood could be felt where the holes were trying to heal over.
I didn't mean to distract her from answering my question, but instead of talking about herself, she instead asked about me. Not many ever cared to wonder beyond the rumors that my glands couldn't provide for a mate. "Does it hurt?"
"Adrenaline within a warrior's body speeds up our healing properties in our blood. The second skin is normally numb to pain, as a spike of adrenaline heals over the wounds caused by moving our epul," I explained that many warriors do not feel the pain.
"Adrenaline produced by your glands," she read between the lines and there was a sadness in her voice. A warrior with damaged glands...
"You get along with everyone?" I prompted her to return to her explanation for joining the study. I didn't need her pity; it didn't serve me in proving my honor to her.
"It's easy to be liked, when no one knows you, and they feel comfortable with having you know them, listening to them."
My hearts ached for her to be surrounded by humans that gave her their own honor but did not honor her by getting to know who she was.
"What do you seek by leaving Earth? Leaving the ones that have yet to know you?"
"The chance to know myself. To feel something."
"I'm listening," I whispered.
"You are, aren't you?" Renee wrapped her arms around my shoulders and nuzzled into my neck. "How is it that I feel seen, and your eyes are covered?" she asked, a slight sniffle that made me tug at my restraints to hold her, only to be denied.
She was breaking, I could feel it. And I could do nothing.
Before I could say anything, she chuckled and remarked, "You could skewer me right now, and yet I don't want to let go."
"I would never harm you," I insisted. These restraints were preventing me from holding her properly and I growled, a low rumble in my chest making her head pop up, and I regretted my impatience. "I wish to hold you," I explained.
"Yousmell like disinfectant spray," she wrinkled her nose when she rested her head back down.
"So, my enzymes do not affect you or influence your decision to see me again."
"And how do I see you again?"
I smiled, and her fingers lightly tugged at a few strands of my hair playfully. I liked how it warmed me in a way I've never felt before to have her wrapped around me, with no expectations as she did as she pleased.
"I'll be at the lounge waiting for my mate to return to our room."
"Do you think she'll come?" she teased.
"I would love nothing more," I said with a groan, thinking about her coming on my tongue, clenching around my fingers.
I could feel her thighs flex as she sat on my lap, and my cock hardened beneath her ass. The resulting wiggle told me she felt me there, and her arms tightened around my neck as her breathing quickened.
Her soft lips pressed just under the metal strap around my neck, and there was just enough give on the restraints to shiver with a moan. My body remembered the heat her touch created, and even with the spray, my thoughts made up for the lack of electric pulses that her touch gave me the night before.
Fingers slid down my torso as her ass rotated and rubbed against me, before she pushed away and there was nothing I could do to stop her from leaving.
"When I left," she said absently, like her mind wandered and I was just a bystander to her thoughts, "I was terrified, but also relieved, like I was freed from expectations and all there was left was me and my choices. The problem is I still feel the grip of guilt that these choices will haunt me when I return to Earth."
Return to Earth, the words repeated like stab wounds to my hearts. Of course, she was free to return, but for a warrior like me, my visitation would be limited if sanctioned at all. General Tensel's theory was that warriors had already visited Earth before, and our DNA was within a few humans, generations later, enough to have highly compatible mates, even in a time of fertility decline. Even still, those warriors would have had strong enough glands to fight against the toxic atmosphere of Earth.
