“And you believe you can fend me off with that broken bit of metal?”
Morgaine glanced down at her bloody weapon. “No, but if I get you angry enough, you will kill me more quickly.”
He paced toward her, pried the shard from her numb fingers, and threw it to crash against the nearest wall. “A weapon will not work unless you are willing to wield it, girl. I suggest never raising one to me again.”
Taking her bleeding palm in his hand, he inspected the shallow wound
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The last traces of pride and bravery vanished when he licked it. “If you are angry about the marks on my back, I was assured they would not scar.”
His palm cupped her cheek, fingers curling around her skull. A smear of her blood on his lips, he rumbled, the translation following. “I am angry about the wounds. Very angry. But I am not angry with you.”
Unsure what to say, Morgaine closed her eyes, a long breath leaving her chest. Again, he put her cheek to his chest, his hand to her hair, and placed an arm firmly around her middle.
The resonant purr was like warm sand for her to sink into. It felt treacherous and untrustworthy, even as it promised safety and warmth. Like the thing he’d done to her in his nest, the way he’d turned her body against her and made her the true definition of feral.
The male knew how to control in ways which Sergeant Uriel had only tested the waters and Corporal Esin had yet to learn.
Pressing closer to that noise, Morgaine muttered, “I don’t know what to do.”
The words had been too soft for the translator to hear, but the Alpha responded as if in perfect understanding, his Beta companion announcing, “He says you shall rest now.”
The translator dismissed, Morgaine was taken back into the sleeping chamber. Only this time, she was not shoved into the bedding, but urged to lie down on her stomach. A short time later his weight came heavy beside her, a cool pass of medicine swabbed over her back and buttocks until her hurts vanished.
He talked again as if explaining all he did, bandaged her hand, stroked her hair. Morgaine passed into dreams anchored by the sound of a stranger’s purr-rich voice, warmed by the heat of his body.
***
Dark hair slipping over her bare skin like a brush of feathers, Simin took his time scent-marking his mate as she slumbered. The graze of his jaw over her alluring curves set bumps to smooth flesh and a soft smile to his kor’yr’s mouth.
Males knew to purr, and yes, he had for other women in the past, but never as loud or as strong as he did for this one. She inspired an impressive, and it would seem necessary, amount of noise to echo from his ribs to sing her into a state of calm.
So much more docile in sleep, he adored every last inch of her.
She did not tense as he tasted her body, she did not smell of fear.
No, she smelled like sunshine.
He’d recognized her scent at once on the enemy ship, slipping into a heated rage when he saw she was imprisoned. He’d saved her from the weakling Nierra. Brought her to a nest where he would cherish and adore her. Where he would breed her. Where their younglings would be born.
Hours were spent exploring, soothing, and healing his overwrought conquest.
Carefully drawing one nipple into his mouth, he groaned at how she wriggled in her dreams. Her taste was pure decadence, and he could not find a favorite between them when he lapped at its mate. Licking between her toes had inspired the girl to arch her back in sleep, even her thighs had softly parted, giving him a view of that pretty, slick-smeared cunt.
Her resistance to his tasting her hours ago had been cute. The thing had no idea what he’d been about, surprised all the more when she’d liked it.
Whatever the Nierra did with their females, it sounded as bland as their battle technique—pomp backed by so little substance. The girl didn’t know it yet, but life for her would be much better as his kor’yr no matter her hesitations or fear.
No matter if she found him ugly.
At least he knew how to fuck.
Speaking of fucking, he wanted to do so now—to slip inside her while she slept and wake her with a full belly of cock. She would like it, just as she’d liked his tongue on her clit. There was no question in Simin’s mind.
Balls aching, he put a grip on the base of his shaft, stroking up hard enough to blend pain into pleasure. He could come just looking at her. Tempted to release over the sleeping Omega, to leave something sweet on her lips, Simin groaned.
Upon hearing his frustration, her left leg shifted in sleep, pussy opening to him in unspoken offering.