Alien Warrior's Mate (Brion Brides 1)(6)

He wasn’t sure that was the kind of restless edge he could help her with.

Darien resisted the urge to grit his teeth. All Brion warriors craved battle, it was in their nature to thrive on absolutes. And battle lust gave way to real lust so easily. It wasn’t simply that Deliya was beautiful – though no one could deny that, his body certainly wasn’t even trying, and he had no strength left to try and stop it. His erection, so hard it hurt, was already demanding all of his attention.#p#分页标题#e#

No, he’d really looked forward to seeing what she was really like once she dropped her guard. On Antaris, it was clear she didn’t consider him repulsive – far from it, really. Darien knew her body at least wanted to yield to him. Why her will was resisting, he couldn’t guess. He didn’t remember having done anything wrong, but then again, he’d been told he didn’t always think before speaking, so he may have done something after all.

What bothered him the most wasn’t the lust, the desire he felt so vividly as to make his head hurt. That he could handle. If Deliya didn’t want his company, he would think of her in private, although he couldn’t even find words express how poor of a replacement that would have been. His own hand instead of her warmth, softness, her wet inviting pussy…

His sigh must have been audible, because Deliya looked up at him. He answered with a smirk, just to see her adorable frown again. Gods, to have that fire burn for him in bed.

The disappointment of having to settle for a lousy pretense in favor of something he’d dreamt about for months now would be a secondary concern. His true distress came from the fact Darien was pretty sure there had been a chance and he’d missed it somehow. Or, the chieftain had made him miss it. Deliya might not let him close again, or she’d simply always remember Antaris when around him. He slammed his fist against the shuttle wall in frustration.

“That can’t possibly help,” Deliya said.

He chuckled. “It’s surprisingly helpful, actually.”

“I would think that after the tumbles you took today you’d have your fill of pain.”

“You almost sound like you worry,” he said, grinning.

There was something like an answering smile on her lips too. He’d seen her smile often, but never at him. He’d be damned if he didn’t get that at some point. Bloody chieftain.

“Look sharp,” she said then, nodding to the other end of the shuttle. “Commander.”

Diego Grothan looked as calm as he had when facing the beast many times his size. He waited until they saluted him, fist over heart and nodded.

“You both did well today,” he said seriously.

Even that simple praise made them both beam. The commander wasn’t in the habit of pointing out a warrior’s performance in battle unless they did something exceptional. Darien supposed that wounding the chieftain had been enough to warrant that. Looking at his commander, he couldn’t help but think of the comparison that had occurred to him when he’d watched him fight. There was something eerily similar in him to the chieftain, some sort of impenetrable confidence, only his ruthlessness never turned to his own people. All Brions were one.

“I trust Darien was of help to you, Deliya,” the commander said then, making it a question rather than a statement.

He fully expected Deliya to say she didn’t want to be saddled with him in the future but found her nodding.

“He did his share,” she said.

The commander’s lips curled into the slightest of smiles. Darien had no doubts he’d read everything he could from their postures and looks or whatever else a man like Diego Grothan could deduce from his warriors.

“Very well,” he said. “Then I might pair you with him in the future as well.”

With that, he walked away, leaving Darien feeling like a child caught in some trouble, although he knew he’d done nothing wrong.

The shuttle docked in one of the Triumphant’s hangars, their perpetual home. All warriors thought of their ships as home instead of some place on Briolina where they technically lived. Darien walked out of the shuttle with Deliya who had remained silent after the commander left.

Seeing her, the flow of her long hair and the curves of her ass and tits the armor couldn’t hide, made walking almost unbearable, but outwardly he tried not to let it show. No doubt if anyone watched closely enough, they might see how he was limping, but he hoped to gods no one was that curious right after the battle they’d had.

Around them, news of other campaigns were coming in. It seemed they’d all been successful, with the biggest and strongest chieftain now transported to the Triumphant to be made into a trophy for the commander. Antaris was beaten.

He wondered if there was anything he could say to make Deliya feel better and change her mind. She still seemed so distraught to him, it almost pained him more than his desire. It really irked him he could not offer her the companionship warriors often sought after battle. Even then, Darien could see pairs of warriors leaving to one or the other’s room. Jealousy wasn’t a proper emotion for a Brion warrior, but he couldn’t help it.#p#分页标题#e#

“Are you hurt?” he asked instead. “Should you see Urenya?”

“No, I’m fine,” Deliya said. “A few bruises soon, but nothing internal. You?”

“Considering what we were up against, surprisingly still in one piece.”

There, the half-smile again. It was infuriating to be so close and so far at the same time. They left the hangar behind, walking to the common areas where their rooms were located. He was so caught up in thinking of the best way to solve his ache that Deliya had to grab his arm to stop him from walking away towards his room.

Her hand shook, just a bit. For a moment, he thought it was fear, until he stopped and truly looked at her.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

His cock, which had been straining against his armor from the moment they sat down in the shuttle, grew even harder. He growled, low and deep, at the sudden surge of lust, now given free reign. His eyes narrowed and his usual smile crept back to his lips as the unmistakable flare of lust flashed in Deliya’s eyes. He gave a small laugh, mostly at himself.

“Wherever you want,” he said.

There. Her smile lit up the corridor like no valor square could ever have, directed at him at last. He had to stop himself from grabbing her then and there, pressing her against the first wall he could reach and rubbing himself against her, like he longed to. Suddenly the distance to her room seemed ridiculously far.

“Come,” she said, her hand brushing against his, sending sparks of pleasure straight to his core.

He gripped her hand, which still shook a bit. It definitely wasn’t fear. It was pure, unrestrained lust pumped into her blood with every beat of her heart. Lust at him. The thought alone brought another growl to his lips and another smile to hers. Oh, how he wanted to keep that smile there, perhaps to replace it with a look of pleasure very soon.

They made an effort to walk slowly at first, but as her fingers kept brushing at his, her body started to shake in desire too. It was a bit too much for him. Darien wasn’t a man known for his patience. He’d already had her in his arms once, and the feeling came back to him now. Before he knew it, they were walking as fast as they could without actually running.

There was no particular reason why anyone would take interest in their business, but Darien liked to keep his relations private as they should be. So he grit his teeth and let her lead him to her room, trying not to see the way her lips were slightly parted and her breathing grew heavier and rapid.

His emotions were still too high. Now that he was about to set foot in her room, he wasn’t sure he could make it two steps before making a complete fool of himself. The edge of their desire was so close, too close. He had to take them over it in a way that would get him a second try, one that he could savor, could properly enjoy.

He was shaking as Deliya’s door shut behind them. Instead of ripping her armor off as he’d thought, he found himself staring into her beautiful eyes, suddenly very, very close.

“You won’t send me away,” he said, suddenly knowing that to be true.

Deliya smiled. “After the first? Don’t worry. I won’t.”

He couldn’t help but to grin back, his teasing coming as easily to him as breathing. “I meant today.”

Her eyes flashed again and with a snarl, he pulled her against him, pressing his lips to hers. Her lips welcomed him this time, kissing him back hungrily. He buried his hands into her soft hair, miraculously so after all the cold and blood and fighting. She answered in kind, giving back all the passion he’d always expected she might feel for him, lighting a fire in his blood. He deepened the kiss even further, to the point where it almost hurt, but neither of them gave any indication of pulling back before they finally had to break for air.

“Agreed,” Deliya said, stepping away, starting to remove her armor. “I won’t send you away today.”





CHAPTER SIX

Deliya



She had seldom hated her armor before. It meant life or death in battle and was actually designed with great care. But right then and there, it seemed to Deliya that it was clunky, restricting, and had way too many pieces. Her usual neatness had already been thrown out of the door, with pieces of their armors lying discarded on the floor. The spears rested against the wall, both of them presumably hoping they had placed them right and the weapons would not fall to cut off their feet.