She looked unmoved. A stone statue. Calm. Calculating. Unmoved by the possibility of pain or even death.
I knew that look. I’d seen it in the mirror.
It was the look of an experienced warrior, not a teacher at the Academy. Not a female who worked in a classroom. She’d led her group through the exercise but it hadn’t been one for her. She’d done this before and the ion blasts had been real.
She said she couldn’t be mine, that she had a job to do.
Why did I now believe that my mate was keeping secrets from me? Even with a night so intimate, our darkest desires, our bodies completely exposed, I didn’t know what was in her head.
I would have one night to learn everything. And I wanted to know everything. Every secret. Every place she liked to be touched. Every sound and scent and taste of her on my tongue. I wanted to know about her life, her past, her dreams for the future. I wanted a lifetime in one night. But I would take what I could get, the stolen moments of bliss, and then I would let her go. I’d have to. I had no choice.
Denzel tensed next to me as the female, Melody, pulled off her helmet as well. She was wincing, her arm wrapped around her side as if she’d taken a hit to the ribs.
“Go. See to your woman,” I ordered.
“She’s not mine.”
It was my turn to cross my arms and look at another warrior as if he were an idiot. “So, you won’t mind if that Trion male next to her helps her to medical, as he is offering to do?”
Denzel’s head whipped around to check out the opposition. “Fuck that.”
He took off at a run and I chuckled. At least one good thing would come of this trip. No, two good things. It seemed Denzel had found his mate, and I would spend one more night in heaven with mine.
“I’ll meet you in transport at noon tomorrow,” I called.
Denzel waved in acknowledgement and took off at a run for the mock battlefield, shoving people out of his way until he stood toe-to-toe with his female. She looked up at him, way up, and whatever he said, she smiled, placing her hand in his. He had a fucking way with the females.
Looked as if Denzel was going to be a happy man tonight, and I had every intention of being one, too. Kira’s warm, wet pussy awaited. Her body. Her laughter. Her bed. Everything.