Page 34 of The Alien Warrior's Mate

Denizi.

She was beautiful.

Every soft, curvy part of her.

Feminine in every way.

Perfect.

His chest rose and fell. Korben was under her spell and for a moment, all he could do was stand in awe of her stunning beauty.

He’d never seen a human naked before.

Denizi.

He wanted to lay her out on the bank and claim her womb. Pump her full of his seed until she cried out for mercy.

His fingers formed a heavy fist.

He dug his nails into his palm.

Neh. He could not mate her.

Not yet.

Not until they spoke.

Not until he was sure that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Denizi.

His brother’s face flitted into mind. Clavas was, as they spoke, held in the hands of his enemies, being subjected to untold horrors. The key to his safety, to his freedom, was standing naked in the sun, holding his heras in her delicate human hands.

He shouldn’t.

He couldn’t…

“Korben,” Sah-ah said.

A quiet plea.

An open invitation.

Denizi.

He couldn’t mate her.

No.

But he had to touch her.

Just a taste.

Korben trained his eyes on the delicate human and stepped closer, until they were lined up in all the right places. Her chest brushed his. His groin pressed against her hips.

She glanced down, gasping. Fearing him.

His body was ready for her.

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