Page 82 of Tempted By the Alien Warrior

She chuckles and shakes her head. “You’re impossible.”

I want to tease her again, to keep that soft look on her face just a little longer, but fatigue is already pulling at me. I fight against the exhaustion threatening to drag me back into unconsciousness, but I can feel the heaviness of my eyelids and the sluggishness of my limbs. I don’t want to sleep. I want to be with my mate, to bask in her loveliness.

Emily must notice because her expression softens. “You need to rest,” she murmurs. “You just woke up. You don’t have to prove you’re a big, strong warrior. Not to me.”

I snort, though my eyes are already drifting shut. “I think you already know.”

She lets out an exasperated sigh, but she doesn’t move away. Instead, her fingers brush lightly against my forehead. The touch is gentle and comforting.

“Will you stay?” I whisper.

There’s a pause, then the soft press of her lips against my forehead.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she promises.

With that, I let sleep pull me under.

Another day passesbefore I’m strong enough to stand and walk a short distance.

In that time, I’ve had enough broth to fill a lake. If Warrix brings me one more cup, I swear I’ll pour it over his head. Fortunately, today I’ve been granted solid food at last.

And by the goddesses, it’s glorious.

The first bite of rich dicro meat nearly melts on my tongue. I almost groan out loud because it’s that good.

Emily sits beside me, insisting on feeding me despite the fact that I’m more than capable of using my own hands. I could take the utensil from her easily, but if fussing over me gives her comfort, I’ll gladly let her do it.

I’m still in awe that she’s truly my amoris, and that she accepted the bond. A part of me keeps waiting for someone, maybe Warrix or Vrenner, to burst through the door and announce there’s been a mistake. That this has all been some cruel misunderstanding.

But they don’t. Because this is real.

She spears another bite and lifts it to my mouth. “You know, this looks like something humans call steak.”

I chew slowly. “Then humans eat well.”

She grins and offers me another piece. But before I take it, my gaze drops to her lush lips, then lower. My voice turns low and rough. “There’s something else I’d rather be feasting on.”

Emily chokes and her face turns bright red. “Vrok!” She swats my arm, but there’s a spark of interest in her eyes that gives her away.

I chuckle, pleased by her reaction. “It’s the truth.”

She mutters something under her breath, but rather than scold me, she shifts closer, until her thigh brushes against me. The eating utensil dangles from her fingers, forgotten, as she tilts her head, studying me with a look that sends heat coursing through my veins.

“Oh? And what exactly would you feast on?” she murmurs, her tone matching mine.

My hand slides around her waist, and in one smooth motion, I pull her into my lap. She lets out a soft gasp. Her free hand lands on my shoulder as she stares down at me.

I smile up at her, slow and deliberate. “Would you like a demonstration?”

The utensil slips from her fingers and lands with a clatter on the floor, but neither of us pay it any attention. Her fingers flex against my bare skin, sending a shiver through me. She’s so close now. Her lips part as she sways toward me until her breasts brush against my chest.

My hands skim up her back as I savor the feel of her body against me. “You smell incredible,” I murmur, my voice dropping to a growl. “Like something I’d devour slowly.”

Her pupils dilate at my words. Then, before I can say anything else, she closes the distance between us and kisses me. The moment our mouths meet, a spark ignites and she melts against me.

The kiss is slow and teasing, until I tighten my arms around her. Her mouth opens on a soft whimper, and I take full advantage, sliding my tongue in to tangle with hers.

A deep growl rumbles in my chest as heat coils low in my stomach. My cock is a hard bar of need between us, and when Emily rocks her hips against me, it’s all I can do to keep from thrusting into her right then and there. My hands grasp her waist as I shift, ready to roll her beneath me to?—

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