Page 71 of The Alien Warrior's Heart

Her fingers dug into his shoulder, anchoring her as he sucked her lips. Zar struggled to find his footing in the furious whirlwind that his mate’s touch created.

His rage was a part of him. Just as Si-Moon was now a part of him. The thought of cutting her out and separating himself from her was inconceivable. He could not even begin to fashion such a thought.

But living without the rage that had given him purpose…

Si-Moon slid her hands down and gripped him.

Zar’s body throbbed with desire. He pulled away from her just long enough to stand and drag her to her feet. A moment later, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body flush against his.

Zar’s tail moved in tandem with the strokes of his mouth and Si-Moon began to moan loudly. He threw himself into pleasing his mate’s heat, ignoring the conflict that tore at his heras.

When Si-Moon was ready, he pushed her against the wall and buried his rage, his sorrow, and his dark thoughts inside her. Relentless, he let it pound through his body and erupt against hers until they were both limp and sweaty.

Then, he cleaned her off again, gently washing her hair with the cleaning chemical and dressing her tenderly in the tunic Sah-ah had laid aside for her. By the time he’d finished pulling up his mate’s undergarments, she could barely stand.

He took Si-Moon gently into his arms and pressed his lips against her forehead. She snuggled into him, a small, contented smile on her lips.

As he left the wash, he found the one called Eema passing through the hallway.

Zar arched an eyebrow nub at her. “I need a room.”

The female pointed. “You can use the one on the left.”

He took Si-Moon there and laid her on the mat. She rolled over, her curls billowing behind her and her plump, dark brown lips parted in heavy sleep.

Touching a finger to her cheek affectionately, Zar stared at her face before dragging himself away and heading through the back exits.

His comrades would be waiting to discuss their next steps, but Zar did not want to face them right now. His head was too full of Si-Moon and her pleas that he relinquish his rage.

Zar kept walking, letting his feet aimlessly guide his way. Suddenly, he heard a twig snap. Every muscle tense, Zar glanced around, his eyes searching through the dark foliage for threats.

A lone figure stepped out of the shadows and Zar unleashed his spine dagger when he recognized the bulky mask of a Heronas.

“Don’t fight, Plutonian.” The Heronas lifted both arms high. “I come in peace.”

Twenty-Seven

Zar

“A Heronas knows nothing about peace,”he snarled, snapping his dagger off his spine and preparing himself for battle. He would lodge the blade into the Heronas’s throat before the beast could blink.

“I am Dizid—the brother of Ziag.” His voice dropped to a hardened whisper. “The Heronas you and your Plutonian comrades nearly killed.”

“You expect me to have pity? Ziag kidnapped one of our own.”

“Keeping score, Plutonian?”

Zar’s fingers tightened on the dagger.

“Be very careful. If I die…” Dizid pointed upward.

Zar glanced up and saw the gleam of large ray guns. They were bigger than the usual weapons the Heronas carried and seemed capable of more destructive and widespread damage.

“What is that?” Zar hissed.

“We made a few… modifications to an old model. The humans call it a ‘bomb’. Has a nice ring to it, no?”

“A bomb?”

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