Page 50 of Warrior
When I was a slave in the mines, there were moments when exhaustion lay so thick my mind would waft away to pleasurable memories and imaginations of myself with a mate.
Nothing in my imagination came close to the truly perfect moment of holding Daisy... sheathing myself deep inside her soft warm body. My entire life, I’d wanted nothing more than to be a warrior, to fight and die in battle as a Vaktaire war chief.
I would never touch another sword if it meant Daisy could truly be mine.
The moss at my back felt soft, a better cushioning than the cot in her small room. Wisps of dampness lingering in the air from the heated pools cooled my heated skin. The sound of tinkling water from the waterfall filled the air with a relaxing melody.
She stirred at my side, cuddling closer to my chest, a soft moan breaking from her lips. The sound was faint and light, not the deep throaty groans she made during the heat of pleasure.Daisy was so delicate and soft, and the roughness of our joining shamed me, but once joined with her sweet body, I lost all control.
“I did not mean to hurt you, sweet one.
“Hurt me?” Daisy chuckled and raised her head to gaze at me, an adorable furrow creasing her brow. “Why do you think you hurt me?”
“You screamed.”
Her laugh grew deeper. “It was a good scream.” Her cheeks flushed bright pink. “A really good scream. I’ve... I never. It was never like that for me before.”
The dampness brought a curl to her thick hair. I brushed an errant strand behind her ear, the texture like silk on my fingers. “I worried. I am much bigger than you.”
“Hence why it felt so good.” Her lips, pouty and reddened from my kisses, curved into a smile. “You are perfect.”
My fingers curled around her nape, pulling her face nearer. “No sweetling, you are the perfect one,” I argued before claiming her lips with mine.
Her mouth opened for me, tongues tangling in a slow, sensual dance. I let my hand trail over the curve of her ass, lifting her to straddle my thighs, when I heard a sound heralding the end of our brief interlude.
“What is it?” Daisy asked when I released her lips with a grimace.
“The younglings return from the mine.” I jerked my chin in the direction of the common area they were still a few minutes away from reaching.
“Oh crap,” Daisy scrambled off me, grabbing for her dress.
I bent my hands behind my head, enjoying the flex of her curves as she dressed. Settling on her knees at my side, she glared at me in mock aggravation. “Not that I mind the view, butdon’t you need to put your pants on? The kids will be here any minute.”
I sat up, although frowning at the idea. My cock was already stiffening again with want of her. As I reached for my breeches, a sobering thought taunted through my brain.
“Do you not want the younglings to know of us?”
Daisy gaped at me for a moment, then her eyes softened, a faint smile curving her lips. “Do you mean the children finding out you’re my boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend?” I’d heard the word before in my Earth studies, but the concept never made much sense to me.
“I guess boyfriend isn't the best word. What do you call it? Mate?” Daisy followed me to my feet as I slipped on the breeches, grunting as I fastened the cloth straining across my crotch.
I steeled, forcing the words off my tongue. “I cannot.”
“Can’t what?” Daisy asked over her shoulder as she wandered toward the piles of laundry.
“I can never claim you as mate.” I nearly choked. Saying the words aloud, hollowed a deep hole in the center of my heart.
Daisy shrugged, not looking up from where she knelt by the laundry, sorting the garments into piles. “Are you talking about that heart-stopping thing?
Shock opened and closed my mouth several times before it filled with words. “Heart stopping? You mean the valakana.”
“Ewok didn’t tell me what the mating ritual was called, just that its dangerous.” She picked up a wad of cloth, sniffing it and gave a faint disgusted cough.
“Ewok?”
Emmy’s giggle washed away the trepidation that had gripped me from the wordboyfriend.
