Alien Warrior's Wife (Brion Brides 2)(9)

And there she stood, watching Narath looking at her, knowing for a fact he meant it, certain that he hadn’t lied. Her heart thudded. After all, hadn’t she thought the same? As they’d transported Narath to the Triumphant for the operation, hadn’t she refused to even consider the fact that Narath could die and leave her alone. In every context she could recall where she thought of him dying, her own future had been blank, as though it didn’t exist beyond her gerion.

She must have shown some of that on her face, because Narath took her hand into his big palm, holding it with gentleness she hadn’t thought the giant could muster.

“I can’t believe I have to fight you,” was all she could whisper, and then they both smiled. The traditions couldn’t keep them apart for long when death had tried its best.





CHAPTER SIX

Narath



Narath had always been a proper Brion. He’d respected the Elders, as all Brions did. He’d learned to fight with the spear, although it was quite obvious another weapon would have suited him better. Overall, he knew his place, he did his duty and was very good at it. Never had he questioned a part of the Brion way, until now.

The only comfort he had was that it was driving Urenya as mad as him. For his part, he didn’t know what was worse – when he didn’t know if he could ever hold her perfect body in his arms, or now that he knew he would, but for some reason had to hold off for a proper period of time.

He’d asked Urenya what she thought. The look on her face had been both so sad and so devious it had taken him all his self-control not to lift her into his lap and kiss her like her lips clearly begged him to.

“I think the Elders who came up with the concept had to have been extremely disappointed with their fated,” Urenya said.

“Are you?” he asked her, teasing, knowing that underneath all her happiness there was something else.

After all, he’d been there the day she arrived at Diego’s home and he’d seen the way the tragedy had broken her. As much as he knew, one never fully healed from a thing like that. Trying to imagine what his life would be like if something happened to Urenya was so unbearable he stopped torturing himself.

Her eyes were sparkling when she looked him straight in the eye and said very quietly,

“No.”

Growling, he pulled her onto his lap after all, kissing the soft lips that opened for him readily, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. After a week of healing, Brion science had worked its magic on him, and even though bits of him still ached, he shrugged off the pain of regrowing organs as if it was nothing. Some parts of his body seemed quite fine, after all. His cock strained against his pants, pressed against the soft folds of Urenya’s healer robes. Everything about her was soft, as much as he’d been allowed to explore. Her lips, her skin, her breasts that fit right into his hands, but always for a mere moment before Urenya slipped out of his grasp.

“No, no,” Urenya said, laughing, pushing him away, which he allowed.

Brion men, especially Brion warriors, never intruded where their gesha didn’t allow them. It was fair; after all, the geshas usually had no physical might to push them away so they had to pull back.

“This is torture,” he grunted when Urenya went back to her work.

He was spending a lot of time in the med bay now, time he didn’t spend training that was. Every second with Urenya was precious, even if they had to wait to become one.

“It is,” Urenya agreed.

Narath could swear she was wearing even more skintight robes than before, just to drive him wild with desire. That was a torture he could live with, even if it was almost impossible to bear.

She looked at him with a sparkle in her eyes he knew by now was reserved only for him. A call, a seduction when she already had him – heart, mind, body and soul. It set something deep inside him on fire he couldn’t sate knowing only Urenya could do that.

“Once I stop fighting you,” she said, teasing, bending over just to give him a view of her delicious curves, slipping out of his grasp laughing when he reached for her. “What will you do to me?”#p#分页标题#e#

Her voice was breathless and quiet when she asked that. Narath stopped their play chase at once. He stood there, watching her, grinning in anticipation.

“I’ll make you scream my name,” he said, low and deep, lust creeping into his voice.

“I want to hear what you sound like when you truly belong to me. I will get your whimpers first, then your pleas, and then I will make you scream, not in pain, never in pain, but simply out of need for me. And then I will never stop, never let you go.”

That had gotten him close enough to Urenya she could no longer slip away from his big arms, and from the look in her eyes, that was the last thing on her mind. She rubbed herself against him, his cock throbbing almost painfully at the sensation. He growled in need, making Urenya giggle sweetly and tease,

“Or perhaps I’ll make you do all that.”

He laughed, deep in his throat, and had her pressed against the med bay wall before she could react. From the way her eyes were wide, wild, she didn’t seem to think it was a bad surprise at all. He kissed her, forcefully, hard, releasing some of tension that was building up in both of them to an almost painful degree. Urenya’s hands fisted into the folds of his shirt, pulling him closer, or rather pulling herself up to get closer to his lips. A moan escaped her lips, and it was the most delicious sound he’d ever heard. His hands cupped her breasts, hearing her whimper in desire and longing. It felt like a crime to deny her.

Denying himself felt like a crime as well. Urenya’s hand came down to touch his cock through his pants, completely on purpose this time. He grunted, the feeling of her stroking him through the fabric driving all sense from his mind. She smiled seeing his reaction, and he couldn’t stop himself from grinding down into her hand. As he grew harder, he saw the look on Urenya’s face grow from pleased to worried to stunned.

“Gods, I don’t know how I…” she began, but then a smile broke way to her lips, erasing his concerns.

“You’re huge,” she just stated.

Narath grunted, her hand felt just amazing. It figured a healer would know all the places to touch him to give him pleasure. Having her use all of that knowledge on him, having her let go and give herself to him…

“Urenya,” he said, warning. “You have to start saying no before I will no longer be able to resist you. You drive me insane, you must know that.”

She laughed, nodding, removing her hand and pushing past him. His cock ached to have her come back, but he knew he wouldn’t have been able to hold himself off for much longer.

“I’m truly glad for you,” a voice said from behind them.

Narath turned to see their commander standing, leaning at the med bay door, with an amused expression on his face. He resembled his childhood friend the most since they’d actually last been on Briolina as youths. There was only the three of them there, after all, so the general could afford to be a little less formal.

“I hoped this would happen for you,” he added.

“Thank you, Commander,” Urenya said.

“Diego,” she was corrected.

Then his expression became serious, and Narath’s eyes flashed to Urenya at once. He could guess what was coming, the briefings had been warning about that for days now. He was a warrior, all things aside, and now that he was better, he’d be expected to do his duty.

“The Atherin have moved against us in great numbers,” Diego said, becoming the commander again in posture, standing up straight. “If we can crush this attack, I believe they’ll think before even considering crossing blades with us again. They’ve already been cautious for a while, so I think this is their last desperate attempt. Which makes them all the more dangerous for it. Those with nothing left to lose tend to fight like madmen. Be prepared, we descend to the surface as soon as they’ve prepared the shuttles.”

Narath nodded, saluting hand over heart.

“Yes, Commander,” he said.

“Do I need to come too?” Urenya asked. “To help with the wounded. Maybe it’s better if I’m there from the beginning.”

The commander’s eyes were cold and hard when he looked at her.

“Not this time, Urenya. I don’t think this battle will bring many wounded.”

When their general had left, Narath turned to find Urenya standing there stunned, rooted to place. Her lips were pressed into a hard line.

He walked over to her, and she threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his shirt. Narath held her closer, hugging her tightly, tighter than he probably should have, but Urenya responded with the same desperate grip. She was shaking when he let her go at last to go and prepare for the battle.#p#分页标题#e#

The kiss was as desperate as the embrace had been, her lips soft and warm. It took strength for him to pull himself away from her.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I wouldn’t leave you now.”

Urenya nodded, but her eyes were sadder than he had ever seen them, even on that day years ago. It broke his heart to leave her like that, but he had his duties and Urenya had hers.