Page 59 of The Alien Warrior's Vow

They shouldn’t look so appealing, but they were.

Because they were his.

Because it was Lans.

Broods?

Yes.

She stiffened. Blew out a breath.

Lans’s jawline. She’d focus there.

Her fingers moved down. Scraped against the sharp edges. She half-expected his jaw to cut her.

It didn’t.

Her hands slid to his shoulders.

Rock. Muscles.

So hard.

My goodness. What was this Plutonian made of?

His chest boasted abs that were so solid that trying to punch them would result in a broken wrist.

Lans groaned in his sleep and his body saluted in response to her touch.

He was so… big.

Every part of him.

And what was happening in his pants wasn’t her only evidence.

She’d peeked once.

Just once.

And she’d nearly run the other way.

But she wasn’t running anymore.

Emma was trapped in his arms.

In his bed.

Waking him from the dream had revealed her feelings. Feelings she’d been denying for so long that it had become a part of her life here on this alien planet.

But now the truth was out.

And Lans felt the same way.

It was only a matter of time before he…

Heat blazed in her core.

What would it be like to mate with him?

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