Page 18 of Warrior Revealed

A blue line illuminated on the wall and she followed it. As she walked, she recalled it was Aculus who’d programmed the computer to do this when she couldn’t find her way around his ship. The sober part of her acknowledged this was one of the kind things, in a long list of things he’d done for her and her family, and just maybe she should cut him some slack.

“No, it still doesn’t excuse him treating me like I’m a walking, talking snooch,” she grumbled, refusing to be deterred.

As she headed down the corridor, her hand trailing along the wall, one of the passing crewmen stopped and looked at her funny.

“Are you all right? Can I assist you, Nadzia?”

“Nope, I’m good. Thanks.” She nodded and kept walking.

The man acts like he’s never seen a tipsy girl before, she rolled her eyes.

The blue line eventually led her to a part of the ship she didn’t recognize. She swiped the panel beside the door and entered, then instantly paused.

I know I didn’t drink that much.But she felt like she was hallucinating.

There Aculus was in a giant pool, his eyes closed like he was meditating. The foreign man was actually rather handsome with his chiseled jaw and deep-set eyes. She hadn’t seen him in anything but the flight suits he usually wore, which was now missing. His chest was bare, the bony plates delineating every muscle from his impressive pectorals to the ripped ridges of his abdominals. The man had the body of an Adonis. Her gaze drifted lower but the rest of him was hidden in the steaming pool.

Maybe I’m going about this all wrong. Mom did say I should make the most of this and get to know these people.She quirked her head, several ornery notions swirling through her mind.

Aculus

He was relaxing in the ship’s estuary, going over all that had happened that day, especially the parts with Nadzia. He’d tried to be a little less intense in the dining hall, but his plans went to shit the moment his crew started talking about his luck with females. Nadzia took the news and ran with it. She wasn’t Osivoire. It was patently clear the way she flippantly called him playboy that she didn’t view his ability to attract many females as a good thing. As she teased him, his resolve to behave himself crumbled like it always did. It was hard. When he provoked her, she returned his barbs with spunk and it warmed him from the inside out.

He had learned one thing, though. She didn’t like being seen as just a potential mate. That was refreshing and so different from all the females he’d encountered who wanted the honor of joining the Premiere Servant’s conclave. It was also frustrating, since she was his mate.

The door swished and he opened his eyes to see Nadzia staring at him, almost like his thoughts had summoned her.

“Why didn’t I know there’s a pool on this ship?” she asked. “I wanna swim.”

He was frozen as Nadzia tugged her shorts off, revealing a small scrap of fabric human females called panties. Her hips were lush and looked ripe for squeezing. His fingers flexed beneath the water, wanting to test that theory. And the swell of her rear, it would cushion every one of his thrusts.

Break me!he groaned, so aroused that it hurt.

“Shit, I’m trapped,” Nadzia cursed as she attempted to pull her shirt over her head, and stumbled in the process. “Oh, I got it.” She whipped the shirt off and tossed it to the floor.

His gaze was pulled away from her milky mounds covered in the seductive harness that barely hid her nipples, when she swayed again as she approached the water.

She’s inebriated, he realized, recalling she’d taken a tankard of vocatus when she left the dining hall.

“Maybe you shouldn’t get in the water.” He swiftly climbed out, worried she might fall if he didn’t intervene.

And the last thing he really needed was her joining him in the estuary, her hormones mixing in the water, weakening his shell and his resolve. As it was, he could barely resist the urge to grab her, lay her on the floor and feast on her body. If his shell slipped, he’d mount her for sure, ignoring her protests.

Nadzia burst out laughing as he neared, and his gaze flew to her face.

“Bonehead, you’re as smooth as a Ken doll!” She pointed toward his crotch. “You’re a lot of talk for having no cock,” she snorted.

His brow rose, mildly offended by the insult. At the same time, he couldn’t resist smiling at how hard Nadzia was giggling. Her green eyes always danced when she laughed and it was also nice seeing the way her breasts jiggled.

“I’m not a eunuch. Did you come here just to mock me?”

“No. I…I don’t remember.” Her gaze roved his body then landed again on his pelvis. “So, does it pop out like one of those collapsible cups my dad has in his camping gear?” She came closer, leaning down to get a better look at his pelvis.

“No, it doesn’t pop out. My shell recedes,” he informed her.

“Your shell recedes! I had no idea.”

Before he could move back, she rapped her knuckles on the shell covering his aching arousal, begging to get free.

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