Page 31 of The Alien Warrior's Heart

Zar’s nostrils flared. “Si-Moon.”

One more warning.

Her last one probably.

What would come next? What would this big, dangerous alien do to her?

Simone wet her lips. “I don’t trust anyone, but…” She looked up at him and whispered, “this is the closest I’ve come in a long time.”

Zar grabbed her waist and pulled her into his lap. Simone gasped, falling unceremoniously against the alien’s strong, hard body. He slid his fingers down her cheek. She felt his hesitation as he looked at her, even as she felt his excitement hardening against her thigh.

Was he holding himself back? For what?

Simone sucked in a deep breath.

Should she just go for it?

Should she just kiss him?

Twelve

Zar

His gaze ranover her face. The dark skin. The soft, plump lips. The eyes that begged for his invasion. His little human had such a thirst for danger that she was tempting him after igniting his ire.

Did she know how thoroughly he could break her?

Zar could not deny that she called to him. He wanted her. Wanted his hands all over that fragile skin. Wanted his mouth to suck and nip and bite her private places.

But they were still too near to the Rulari. They were too close to the Heronas’s camp.

And he was finding it rather hard to convince himself that mating her once would be enough.

It would not.

He felt a connection to Si-Moon. A bond that defied explanation and bucked against any logical thought. She consumed him and it bothered him so much to be at someone else’s mercy.

He had an allegiance to his tribas.

And yet…

He had an allegiance he treasured a bit more.

Even Korben knew that Zar’s loyalties, though sound, were divided.

Divided between his fury and his duty.

He would die gladly.

Easily.

As long as he could take as many Heronas bastards to the other side with him.

All Zar’s decisions were based on that freedom.

All the risks he took. All the plans he made. It came from the knowledge that death could take nothing from him.

Zar was a dead Plutonian walking.

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