Page 38 of Warrior
“Major said the skiff was of Vaktaire origin,” the grumpier guard mused. “You know what is said about the Vaktaire?
“What?”
I glanced up at Daicon, getting a front-row seat to his expression.
"The Vaktaire are vicious. Some say they eat their kill."
Daicon’s eye roll was so exaggerated it must have made his head ache. I pressed a hand over my mouth to stifle a giggle. How would the guards feel knowing a puny human took down their strongest? The thought didn’t impart the usual pang of guilt, only the vague sense of regret that I had to kill to protect the children.
Daicon did that.
Despite the nightmares I recognized as PTSD from the event itself, Daicon helped me accept while regret would always tinge the memory, the crippling remorse had morphed into a begrudging acceptance that my actions were justified… in some way, honorable.
The way he saw me was different from anyone else. He saw me as brave and strong, not the meek, dutiful minister’s wife. In his eyes, I was an Amazon warrior queen or a Roman goddess of war, and I liked it.
I liked him… a lot.
And I was tired of fighting it.
I’d never been brave. But maybe here on this moon, I could be braver. Instead of going along with what everyone wanted for me like I did my entire life on Earth, maybe here… in this new crazy existence, just once I could have what I want.
His eyes shone like gold nuggets in the near black of the alcove. Daicon dipped his head closer, thick tawny hair tickling my cheek. Despite the guards being just a few feet away, despite the danger or maybe because of it, I raised up on tiptoes and pressed my lips to his.
Daicon didn’t move, save for his hot breath teasing my mouth. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I’d never been this forward with anyone, and it was as enticing as it was nerve-wracking. His hands hung at his sides, pressed into the rock as if to hold him in place. His muscles were tensed for a fight, though I couldn't be sure whether it was with me or himself.
His lips were soft as velvet, and warmth began unfurling in my chest, rushing through my body like an electric current.
There was no way I could stop now.
I leaned into him, pressing my body against the hard planes of his chest. His arms, strong and warm, encompassed me in a whisper of movement. The rest of the world slipped away at that moment; the clanking of armor and voices of the guards milling nearby faded into a dull roar.
The salty taste of his skin teased my senses as I whisked my tongue against the seam of his full lips. When I drew his bottom lip between my teeth and gently bit down, he shuddered in pleasure, and I felt it resonate through my body. His hands settled on my waist as his thumbs brushed circles over my stomach.
He leaned in, pressing his lips more firmly to mine. His mouth was warm and soft, eager as it explored my own. A sweetsensation swept through me as our tongues danced together. His lips tasted like a dark spice that warmed my mouth with each press of his tongue. His kiss was a drug, stimulating my body to a fever pitch. My nipples were tight and ached for his touch, and I could feel myself growing wet from need throbbing between my thighs.
I loved my husband, but his kisses never affected me like this. Sex with Gavin was comforting, a way to assuage ourselves, a port in the storm.
Daicon was the storm.
Wild, unrestrained, and a bit scary, drawing me toward the swirling center. His kisses were almost uncontrollable as if he had been hungry for me for so long that he would devour me whole.
His body eclipsed mine as if there were no air between us, and I raised my arms to place them around his neck. His eyes danced with pleasure, and in one swift, silent movement, he lifted me, so our faces were even. I clung onto him, arms around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist. Every inch of me wanted to be closer.
Outside, the guards discussed their inane theories. They didn't matter. Nothing mattered but this man in my arms.
Only the pressure of his lips against mine kept my moans of pleasure from escaping. I ground myself against him, rubbing the swollen, needy bud between my thighs against where his cock lay hard against his stomach. His fingers dug into my hips, encouraging me to rub harder and faster until I reached the point where it became too much to bear. My body pulsed with need, screaming for release.
A thought bloomed in my lust-drugged mind—a truth that my heart had been screaming for a while now, that I was either too scared or stubborn to acknowledge.
What I felt for this man—this alien—was more than just a crush.
I wanted Daicon.
The moment the thought left my head, Daicon broke the kiss, his forehead propping against mine as we held each other, the rush of our heavy breathing echoing in the alcove.
"The guards are gone," Daicon murmured.
“Really?” I sounded as disappointed as I felt.
