Mated to the Warriors(9)
“Are you in pain? Are the neural implants causing you discomfort?”
If my bride was hurting, I’d have the doctor back in here immediately. I took care of what was mine, and I discovered an unexpected but instinctive need to protect and care for the small human female before me. I would need to protect her, even from myself.
“No. Not really. It feels like a quiet buzzing in my head.” She frowned and pressed her fingertips to her skin, tracing the edges of the thin implants permanently embedded in her skull. “But I understand you, so I guess they’re working.”
Every member of the Interstellar Coalition’s military had the implants. They were programmed for language and assisted the brain with advanced computations. The implants were vital to our fleet and allowed for ease of communication and understanding between the over two hundred member planets of the coalition.
She dropped her hands to the bed beside her and looked up at me. “When will I meet him?”
“Very soon. Are you afraid?”
She bit her lip. “A little.” Her gaze wandered over my face, lingering on my eyes and the sharp lines of my cheekbones.
“Do I look so different from Earth men?” I wondered.
She sighed. “No. Not really. You’re much bigger and your face has harsher angles.” She lifted a hand toward me, as if to explore the shape of my face, but dropped it to her lap before making contact. Why was she so fearful of touching me? Ah yes, she didn’t know I was her mate.
“Your skin is a bit different. Darker, as if you’ve been out in the sun.”
“You are the one whose skin changes color,” I replied.
I watched as her pale flesh changed color again.
“That’s blushing. I do it… when nervous or embarrassed.”
“Ah.” That was a reasonable bodily response and something that would help me learn my mate’s moods. “What happens when you are aroused?”
She… blushed an even more delightful shade of pink. “I—”
The words died in her throat as our gazes locked and I could no longer hide my need to touch her. She wrapped her arms across her breasts in alarm. “You’re him, aren’t you? You’re my mate.”
“Yes, Hannah Johnson of Earth. I am Commander Zane Deston. You are mine.” I leaned over and took her small hands in my own, holding them in place on her lap as I closed the distance between us. The doctor would return soon, but my need for her overcame my restraint. I would wait no longer. “And I will taste you now.”
Chapter Three
Hannah
My new mate was huge, bigger than any Earth man I’d ever dated, close to seven feet tall with massive shoulders and thighs. He wore a dense brown and black armor covered in a camouflage pattern similar to what the military used on Earth. He didn’t look the least bit soft. His eyes were dark amber and were startling in his face. The angles of his cheeks, nose, and jaw were perhaps a bit sharper than a human’s, but oddly handsome. His gaze was focused and intense, and I saw lust there, raw and untamed, and my nipples hardened under the sheet as his big hands covered mine. This magnificent male was mine. Mine! He looked like what he was, a predator. A warrior.
Someone who could keep me safe.
My hands were trapped in my lap, held easily in place by my new mate’s firm grip as he leaned in close to taste me. I wasn’t sure exactly what that meant until his lips landed on mine and his long, rough tongue invaded my mouth.
His kiss—Zane’s kiss—was not like those of the boys I’d kissed on Earth. He pressed my head to the wall and demanded a response, holding me still as he plundered and explored my mouth. His kiss stole my air and my reason as his oddly long tongue wrapped completely around mine and tugged gently.
I could just imagine that length inside my pussy, teasing my g-spot until I screamed, or roughly vibrating as he licked my clit. I could imagine the coarse fibers lapping and suckling my nipples as his cock filled me to the brink of pain and his large hands held me in place, unable to move, unable to resist.
My whole body felt like a live wire, hyper-alert and so aware of my mate that I could barely breathe. His kiss melted my resistance and I didn’t try to struggle or fight his hold on me. Instead I welcomed the aggressive push of his tongue in my mouth and the steel-like grip of his hands on mine. My pussy clenched and fluttered with heat and the wet evidence of my arousal quickly coated my thighs. Memories flooded me with the exotic scent of his skin, and my body responded as if I was still in the bride program’s matching simulator, experiencing the touch of another warrior.
He could take me right here, right now, and I wasn’t sure I had the will to stop him. This warrior was mine. Mine. Mine.