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Forn

Iblink groggily and open my eyes. I fainted for a moment, losing myself to darkness – but it didn’t claim me completely.

I know it should have done – by rights I should be dead right now. It was the endless abyss of the void that should have grabbed me, not the warm fogginess of mere unconsciousness.

The strange woman – my mate – has saved me by some kind of otherworldly magic. By some miracle, I’m cured. I saw how much blood I’d lost – even now I lay in a pool of it, watching it hiss and fizzle against the floor. No man should suffer a wound that spills so much of his life’s blood and still live to tell the tale of it.

Yet, somehow, this sorceress used her incredible healing powers to stop the bleeding before the last of my blood spilled out; and pulled me from the brink of oblivion.

If she can work this magic, what else is she capable of?

I know instinctively. She is the one who will heal my tribe.

The thought emerges in my brain as though it was placed there by the Orb-God Himself. It rings true in my mind, as sure as the sun rising in the morning. I need to bring this beautiful woman back to my planet and take her into our tribe’s cave; to heal the masses of sick Aurelians, their female mates, and our vulnerable children.

I look down at the wound on my chest, which is but now merely a scar. The room spins around me but I breathe in deeply andtastemy mate’s scent. She smellsright.Just breathing her in makes me feel stronger.

A shiver travels the length of my spin. Even more than that – she’s untouched.A virgin. I can sense it – and I know thatIwill be the one to claim her innocence.

The gorgeous virgin has seen that I’m conscious, and she seems surprised – astonished, perhaps. She clearly has no understanding of how resilient our Scorp-blooded warriors are.

The beautiful female reaches out a hand, and I take it. Her eyes widen ever so slightly at the touch of my skin against hers.

Her hand is calloused – the roughness of a woman unafraid of hard work. She’s clearly been left to take care of herself on this planet. I ache to take her with me, back to our world, where she’ll never have to work again. There she can bathe in the cool, clear streams and I can rub soft-grass pulp over every inch of her delicate body. I know I could stare into those gorgeous blue eyes of hers for hours or even days.

I clamber to my feet and gently brush a stray hair out of her face.

“Forn,” I say softly, trying to keep my voice gentle so I don’t scare my mate. How can a woman like this bemine?She is so soft, so petite – so delicate compared to me.

How could a flower like this look at me and see anything but a brute?

There’s a hint of confusion in her eyes. “Forn,” I say again, touching my chest, taking care to avoid my wound. She bites her lip and nods, then points to herself.

“Tammy,” she says, her voice barely a whisper.

Tammy. I’ve dreamed of this moment since I was a boy, playing in the mud and wrestling with the other children. I’ve waited for this moment so long, it barely feels real.

“Tammy,” I repeat, and I finally know the name of my mate.

The word issofton my tongue. There are no hard consonants, no roughness to the word. My cock surges to attention, and the diversion of blood to my dick sends another wave of dizziness through me. I stumble and Tammy catches me, her hands gentle on my chest.

I ache to kiss her, but there is still a war to be won.

Outside is chaos. My mate is touching me, but I have not won her yet. I stand to my full height, looking down at her and knowing Imustkeep her safe, no matter what happens. I snarl as I turn and look at the pile of Scorp corpses plugging the entranceway. The foul creatures have stopped the assault, seeking out softer targets – not ones protected by a triad of lethal Aurelian battle brothers.

For now.

“More Scorps will come,”I telepath to my triad. They nod as one, keeping their eyes on the door and every muscle tense. We’ve saved each other’s lives a hundred times over, but nothing could prepare us for what awaits us outside. I saw how many of the Scorp ships had landed.

It’s going to be a slaughter.

“Are you strong enough?” Questions Hadone, looking at my closed wound. I grit my teeth, bristling at his words. He speaks truly, but I am ashamed to be weak in front of them.

“Aye,” I growl, taking a step forward. My leg doesn’t buckle under me, and I feel steadier. I spare a solitary glance at the man who pointed that devastating stick-weapon at me, causing me so much pain.

It shot something, as from a bow. The soft tribes of the south rely on bows and arrows to strike their enemies from afar. They are a coward’s weapon.

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