Page 41 of Legacy for the Alien Warrior

He flicked his tongue over her clit, and she cried out, her hips bucking up. He chuckled and did it again, this time lingering to circle and tease the sensitive bud. She could feel the pleasure building, her body coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke of his tongue.

“Let go,” he murmured against her as his tail slid into her channel.

She gasped at the sensation, the stretch and the fullness unlike anything she’d felt before. He worked her with his hand and tail, driving her higher and higher until she was mindless with need, her body trembling on the brink of release.

“Please,” she begged, not even sure what she was asking for.

He obliged, his tail thrusting deep as he pressed down hard on her clit. She shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure. He continued to lap at her, his tail gliding slowly in and out, drawing out her pleasure until she was a trembling, boneless heap beneath him.

“That was…” she tried to speak, but her brain was still scrambled by the intensity of her release. “I’ve never… not like that.”

He kissed his way back up her body, his lips curved in a satisfied smile. “I’m glad I could please you, my sweet human.”

“You did,” she assured him. “Very much. But now it’s your turn.”

He shook his head. “Tonight is about you, Kara. I want to give you pleasure, not take it for myself.”

“Are you afraid that I won’t satisfy you?” she whispered.

“No,” he replied firmly, but then his voice dropped.. “I’m afraid that you will.”

“Thraxar—”

“Please, Kara. Just let me hold you. Let me pretend, for a little while, that I’m worthy of such a treasure.”

She wanted to argue, to tell him that he was more than worthy, that he was brave and strong and good. That she was the one who should be grateful. But she could see the vulnerability in his eyes, and so she nodded and curled against his chest. She was almost asleep when he stroked a gentle finger down her cheek.

“You should return to the children,” he said softly. “Before they wake.”

She knew he was right, though part of her wanted nothing more than to stay curled against his warmth. She sat up and pulled her shirt back on.

“Will you be all right?” she asked, noting the tension still evident in his powerful frame.

A rumble of amusement escaped him. “I’ve been alone a long time, Kara. I know how to manage.”

She touched his face, struck by the tenderness she felt for this complex, honorable being. “You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

Something flickered in his eyes—hope, perhaps, or fear. “Go,” he said gently. “We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

She nodded and rose reluctantly. At the doorway, she turned back to look at him. He remained where she’d left him, his massive body somehow both powerful and vulnerable in the dim light.

“Goodnight,” she said softly.

“Goodnight, Kara,” he replied, his deep voice wrapping around her name like a caress.

Rory and Talia were exactly as she’d left them, sleeping peacefully on the narrow bunk. She slipped in beside them, smiling as they both curled into her, and drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Thraxar woke before the ship’s artificial dawn cycle began. He’d slept poorly, his mind replaying the previous night in vivid detail—Kara’s soft skin under his hands, the sounds she’d made, the trust in her eyes. His body stirred at the memory, and he forced himself to focus on the environmental readouts instead.

He’d crossed a line. Indulged in something he had no right to pursue. The weight of responsibility settled heavily on his shoulders as he ran through the morning systems check. By the time the lights gradually brightened to simulate sunrise, he’d composed himself and his apology.

The soft padding of feet announced Kara’s arrival before she appeared in the cockpit doorway. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and despite his resolution, Thraxar couldn’t help noticing how it caught the light.

“Morning,” she said, her voice carrying a warmth that made his resolve waver.

“Good morning.” He swiveled his chair to face her, noting the shadows under her eyes and the slight stiffness in her movements. Guilt tightened his chest. “Kara, about last night—I must apologize for my behavior. It was inappropriate and?—”

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