Page 59 of Invasion of Sorority Z

As if I’ll help him, he turns pleading eyes toward me.

“Do not put your eyes on her!” Like magic, the sword becomes his fist, and his fist slams into the alien’s face. Once, twice, three times. Just as quickly, it becomes the sword again, back firmly at his throat.

Nose bleeding, arm seeping blood, and tears rolling down his face, the male chokes. My heart is beating so fast, but I can’t say a word. I don’t know what he’s going to do, but I know I’m not going to stop him.

“Frekkingdestroyhim, Marrec!” Nema calls out. “Cut his head off!”

Bristling at the sound of the child’s voice, Marrec doesn’t move. For many moments he seems to contemplate his actions without letting go of the alien in his hold. He wants to end his life, I know he does. But part of him wishes he didn’t and that’s enough for me.

“Marrec?” I don’t approach, not wanting to make him jumpy. “I think he gets it, big guy. Can we go home now?”

Another moment of tense contemplation passes. Still, no one moves to break up the conflict, especially not me.

With a fierce grunt, Marrec releases the alien’s throat and strikes him one last time. His metal hand, no longer a sword, slams into the male’s jaw. The sound of bones cracking echo around us, and his body slumps, collapsing into an unconscious heap.

Blood is splattered on my mate’s face, decorating his cheeks and jaw with the evidence of what he’s just done. He turns to me with eyes still blazing and gently reaches for my hand.

“Did he harm you?” The question barely leaves his lips. Itshakesfrom them.

“I’m okay,” I promise, squeezing his hand. “You protected me, Marrec. I’m perfectly fine.”

From the corner of my eye, I watch two males approach the body of the creep and look at Marrec with wary expressions.

“Friends of his?” I ask quietly, the question only for my mate’s ears.

He spares them a small glance. “No. They’re peace enforcement.”

I suck in a breath. “Like the police? Are you in trouble?”

“No,” he says.

Giving them a lethal glance, Marrec lifts his chin. “He touched my mate.”

The tension from the two Aprixian seems to melt, like the words are all they need to know. One of them offers Marrec a firm nod of acknowledgement, then returns to the knocked-out body in front of him.

“I should not have done this in front of you,” my mate mutters, releasing a tense breath. “This is my past. I should not let such violence meet your eyes.”

“No, Marrec, honey.” I shake my head. “You did what you had to do to protect me. I’m happy you did.”

He doesn’t believe me. “How can my actions bring you joy? I have acted as a beast.”

Agloriouswarrior beast. A protective mate. A shielding husband.Myperfect husband.

If he can’t believe the words, I’ll show him just how true they are. Scent doesn’t lie.

“Marrec, smell my neck.”

He hesitates, eyeing my exposed collar. But he obeys, leaning forward and hovering his nose just above my flesh. Breathing in my scent, his eyes lift, flicking toward mine. Heat pools even deeper into my core, lighting me up.

“Iloveyou, acting as a beast or not,” I tell him firmly. “Now take me home, so I can show you just how muchjoyyou beating the fuck out of that man gave me.”

With splatters of crimson still painting his face and chest, he smirks. “As you wish, my mate.”

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We don’t even make it to our bedroom before I’m tearing off his pants and filling my mouth with his fat cock.

I use all of my strength to hold his hips in place, keeping his back against the wall of our entryway. He watches me with hungry eyes while I suck him down, licking and twisting my tongue around his length.

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