Page 8 of Mated to the Alien Warlord

She was stunningly beautiful with her disarrayed, light blonde hair framing a heart-shaped face from which large eyes of the deepest blue shone straight at me. A fine nose ran over lusciously curved lips, begging to be kissed.

The thought of kissing her not only stiffened my cock but did something strange to my heart as well, as it beat a little harder than was justified even after the battle I just fought.

Her generously curved body arose fantasies of pliable, pale tits with just the right amount of spillage when cupped in my hands. A small waist curved into wide hips, made for a male like me to hold while anchoring myself deep inside her. Her long legs, like the rest of her body, were hidden underneath an expensive yet tattered and dirty looking dress. All in all, I liked the looks of my bride.

More than that though, I liked the spirit she had shown so far. There wasn't a hint of fear in her eyes as they met mine. No word of complaint had left her lips when she rubbed her chafed wrists.

The sight of those slender joints marred by the tethers Fionbyr's males had inflicted on her made me want to kill them all over again. These males didn't deserve to be called warriors. They didn't deserve a burial either. No true warrior would ever lay a hand on a kallini—Thyre or human.

The idea of brazen and other carrion predators coming out and tearing the corpses apart gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. Normally, I would have barked at the very thought of Thyre bodies being degraded like this, but these males deserved it.

I liked that she hadn't just stood there, waiting for me to finish the battle, but had taken measures into her own hands and tried to escape while her captors had been busy with me. It was proof of a fighting spirit; one I couldn't help but admire. A warlord's lady needed to have that kind of fire in her.

"It will get dark soon. We need to make camp and return to your father tomorrow," I told her. Judging by the sun's position, we only had a couple of hours left before darkness would rule Thyre.

She nodded, but when her eyes moved over the strewn corpses, she requested, "Not here though, please."

"Nyck," I agreed. "Not here. I will catch the horses and then we will find a spot further down the road."

She didn't waste any time and directed her horse forward to where two of the others grazed, unfazed by their masters' demises. I took a moment to admire her sweet ass in the saddle as it slowly rose and lowered, perfectly in sync with the animal's gait, and her willingness to help instead of sitting back and letting me catch the horses.

It didn't take long to round up the remaining seven and without another look back, our little convoy took off in the direction we came from.

I was surprised when I caught up with her sooner than anticipated. The tracks I had followed had indicated she was still a good hour ahead of me, but instead, I found tracks coming back at me before breaking off into a different direction, leaving me to believe she escaped her captors. "Did you escape them?"

A self-satisfied grin spread over her pretty face. "Yes. Unfortunately, they caught up with me."

I appraised her small frame that didn't seem to give her fierce spirit credit. There was a lot more to this kallini than met the eye, and it wouldn't benefit me to underestimate her like her captors had.

Her face fell after her last admission and I said, "Don't beat yourself up over it. There were ten of them, all trained warriors, even though they didn't act like they deserved the title." And when her smile still didn't return, I added, "Besides, your escape saved me valuable time to catch up with you."

At that, her smile returned. It was so brilliant it made my heart stutter.

"Forgive me, I haven't even properly thanked you yet for coming to my rescue."

"Nobody takes what's mine," I said automatically before I remembered who I was talking to and that referring to her as my possession was probably not the right way to start our relationship. So I quickly added, "Besides, I was honor bound to catch the males who dared to abduct a kallini, especially one as beautiful as you."

My words had the desired effect, and she blushed prettily.

"Forgive me, I don't mean any affront, but how come it was just you coming after me?" she asked, eyeing me curiously.

"I was faster than the others," I told her truthfully and to my utter surprise, she threw her head back and laughed.

I froze. I liked the sound of her bell-like laughter. It was light and undiluted. This was a kallini who knew her worth, which shouldn't have surprised me, I concluded, since she was a princess. No matter how audacious it was of her father to call himself king, she had been raised as a princess and that thought pleased me.

Wyrkymburg was located on some of the roughest parts of Thyre and it needed a strong lady. Kar—yes—the gods or fate or whoever had brought us together like this had known what they were doing. She would make a good partner.

After a moment of laughter, she stilled, cleared her throat and asked, "So where are the others, then?"

"They are chasing Fionbyr's main army down. We can't allow them to escape. They will be back another day for another fight."

"Fionbyr," she spat, making me smile. I had cursed his name the same way many times before.

"Here," I said after a while, pointing at a narrow creek running through the forest. It would give the horses and us plenty of fresh water and make a good spot to rest for the night.

I helped her dismount even though it was obvious she didn't need it, and then we wordlessly worked hand in hand, unsaddling the horses and rubbing them down.

Here and there, I stole a glimpse as she worked quietly and efficiently.

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