Page 82 of The Alien Warrior's Vow

He wanted many children.

He wanted them soon.

And he wanted them with her.

That scared her more than any Ungazi or Heronas guards ever could.

And yeah. Maybe it was a conversation they should have hadbeforethe mating, but it wasn’t like she had been thinking with her head that night.

The way he’d touched her.

The way he’d called her name.

The way his tongue had slid over her thighs.

She’d been putty in his hands.

Lans’s stare turned intense and tingles skipped down her spine.

Hell.

No.

She was going to hold strong.

He wasn’t going to shake her up.

The blue warrior took a firm step toward her. “You do not mean that.”

“You should have chosen someone else if you wanted your mate barefoot and pregnant.” Her voice didn’t shake, but her legs did as he moved close to her. “We should have thought of that before—”

A low growl rumbled in his throat. “Donotspeak for me, Eema.”

“Are you getting upset because I’m too close to the truth? Because all I am is a babymaker for you?” She hurled the words like poison. Like the arrow that had pierced his chest.

Guilt ate up at her stomach. Chewed at the nerves that were pulled tight.

She should stop.

She should explain why she felt this way.

But that would mean exposing everything she was to Lans.

She’d already allowed him to drill deep inside her. Further than any man on earth got access to. But letting him know why she was so against having children…

It would mean letting him so deep into her heart that she could never recover if he left her. If he got angry with her. Or if he died.

Lans’s brows pulled together. “If it bothers you so much to have my brood—”

Emma crossed her arms over her chest.

“Then,” his purple eyes narrowed, “we shall not have any.”

Lans backed away from her. Emma was immediately filled with both guilt and fury.

She had never been this torn up over anyone.

Her heart had never been so shaken.

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