Alien Exile: An Alien Warrior Romance (The Tourin Legacy Book 5) Page 4

  I toss my bag of explosives to Corin and raise my sword, running toward them. I stab the cat fighting Casin in the back on the way to her. I jump onto the conveyor belt behind the cat. Unfortunately it sees me, and draws a second long sword.

  It yowls, long and loud, as it fights us both, bringing other cats to it.

  They stab at us from the ground.

  Suddenly, there’s an explosion from across the room.

  Corin.

  A fire begins, and spreads to a pile of boxes.

  The large cat says something in its awful, yowling language, and several of the cat warriors run to the fire. It narrows its eyes until they are barely two slits, fighting us with renewed vigor. Ande is obviously tiring. She falls to one knee trying to block a low swing from the cat, and jumps down from the conveyor belt.

  The cat follows her swiftly, its tail waving angrily. Its swords are still up, but I kick the sword closest to me out of the way and jump on its back as it jumps down to follow Ande. Taking my knife, I stab it in the neck just as it runs one of its blades through her stomach.

  Anger roars through me.

  I stab it again.

  Then again and again.

  I jump off the cat as it falls to the ground, the resulting crash echoes through the factory.

  “Fire!” One of the warriors yells at me, and I realize that the flames have spread quickly along the wall of the factory. Everyone has stopped fighting, and is running for the exits.

  Ande is still conscious, holding her stomach as blood comes out. I pick her up in my arms and run out of the building, following the other warriors to the closest lander.

  Corin is waiting for me, motioning for me to sit on an empty seat. I place my mate across my lap. He grabs a shirt from another warrior, and together we press it to her stomach. Her face is drawn with pain, but she still seems alert. For now. I’m worried about all the blood. Too much blood.

  We lift off, and through the window I can see a few cats running from the factory out across the landscape. A few seconds later, I hear another, louder explosion. Clouds of red billow out from the building, debris raining on the planet’s surface around it.

  “We got most of them.” The voice is filled with satisfaction.

  I look up to see Durstin, the head of the Tuorian army. My hands are covered with blood so I nod in greeting. “Cousin.”

  “It looks like you two patched up well.” He claps a hand on my shoulder and looks down at Ande in my lap. “Your mate is a fighter. I doubt even this will slow her long.”

  His words make me feel better.

  I look down at the love of my life.

  “I hope you’re right.”

  7

  Ande’ie

  I open my eyes to find glass above me. Déjà vu, I think. But this time I know what the glass is. A healing bunk.

  My hands fly to my stomach, but I feel no pain upon probing it.

  I knock on the glass, and it opens. I find Juordin above me, smiling. He leans over to brush my lips with his, his long brown-and-gold hair falling around us and tickling my face.

  “You arrived just in time,” I tell him.

  “Didn’t I just?” He smiles. “How are you feeling?”

  I sit up, not even wincing. This bed is miraculous. “Good as new.”

  “Well, we’ve finished off most of the cats, and taken over the planet.” He sounds almost as if he can’t believe his own words.

  It takes me a second to breathe, to process his words. This is just incredible.

  My gaze runs over him, then stops on his tattoo. It’s perfectly green. “And the cure really worked?”

  He looks at his tattoo, then shakes his head. “I can’t believe after how hard we worked to find a cure, all it took was one beautiful woman, a crazy old man, and a flower to save us all.”

  Pride and joy fill my heart.

  “It must feel amazing, knowing your people have a future.” And my people, I think, tears prickling the corners of my eyes. “We no longer have to worry.”

  “Yep.” A mischievousness flashes in his purple eyes. “I guess now we don’t have a reason to raise my endorphins.”

  Smiling, I stare at the man I love. He can sense your emotions. He wants to distract you.

  I’m so lucky to have found him.

  “Do we really need that excuse?” I ask, flashing him what I hope is a sexy smile.

  “I guess not.” He waggles his eyebrows at me suggestively. “There’s still the mating hormone.” He rests one large hand on my stomach.

  I finally let myself focus on the burning, that simmering feeling I’ve been forcing myself to ignore since he was injured.

  He watches as I cross my legs. “So you are still feeling it.”

  I start. “Of course I am. Was it supposed to go away?”

  “Nope.” He steps forward and wraps my legs around his waist, lifting me from the healing bunk. “In fact, it’s supposed to get stronger.”

  I shift against him, feeling him harden. “I like the sound of that.” I pull him closer and put my lips against his neck. “Stronger. Harder. Deeper. Some of my new favorite words.”

  He shivers. “And longer,” he says, caressing the hair back from my face. “A lot longer.”

  I can’t speak, which is fine because he brushes his lips against mine. He’s not going to die, I think, exploring his mouth, breathing him in. We have a lifetime ahead of us now.

  He doesn’t bother setting me down, but walks to the door of the healing room. I press the button for him. I like his hands right where they are, his long fingers wrapped lovingly around each half of my butt, rubbing me against him as he walks.

  He heads down the hall and to the right. We pass a few other warriors, who snicker and get out of the way. Juordin barely spares them a glance, winking at me.

  He walks into his room and turns left, into the room with the shower. “Let’s get the rest of that cat blood off you, love.”

  The space is small, and his shoulders span the width from the shower to the door.

  He sets me gently on my feet just inside, in front of him. My fingers go to the hem of his shirt and his follow. His glowing eyes watch my face as he slowly raises his shirt, then pulls it off over his head.

  For a moment, I simply watch him, marveling at his beauty. His muscles ripple as his hands come down to the laces of my leather corset.

  “You’re getting good at that,” I note as he deftly unlaces it.

  “Practice makes perfect,” he comments, “and I, for one, am looking forward to a lot of practice.”

  My eyes start to burn for a moment. “I’m so glad you’re well.”

  “And I’m glad you’re well.” The love so openly displayed on his face takes my breath away.

  “Thanks to you,” I admit. Then my stomach flips. “That big cat had my death in its eyes.”

  “And thanks to Corin. We had a backup plan.” He looks pleased with himself. His fingers go to the hem of my shirt and I raise my hands so he can take it off.

  After he tosses it on the floor, I cup his face. “I wonder where you got that idea.”

  He kisses my forehead and his hands go to my skirt. “I believe you know.” His voice holds a teasing note.

  The need inside me burns almost painfully, and I squirm as heat pools at my core. “Juordin…”

  “Getting impatient, my love?” He looks too damn pleased with himself as he grins down at me.

  “A little.” I admit, then blatantly stare at the thick length straining beneath his pants. Using my thumb, I brush him. “But it looks like you are, too.”

  He groans and yanks off my skirt, then his pants. I unlace my boots hurriedly, and then we’re blissfully in the warm water, reveling in the spray. I glance down and see the red water falling to the floor.

  Juordin puts some squishy liquid in his hands. “Close your eyes, love.”

  I do, and he gently smoothes it over my head and down the back of my hair. Then his fingers come back, sinking into
my hair and massaging my scalp. I moan at the wondrous sensation. When his thumbs brush my neck, it sends shivers down my spine.

  He washes my hair slowly, thoroughly, scrubbing it, running it through his long fingers. Then he gets more squishy liquid and, starting with my shoulders, smooths it over my skin. His fingers brush down my arms, up my spine, down my stomach. He traces the lightly formed golden mating marks on my stomach, then kneels down to take a nipple in his mouth.

  My head falls back at the pleasurable sensation, the burn intensifies. His hands never stop moving, rubbing down my hips, down my legs, taking each of my feet in turn. By the time his hands are going up the fronts of my legs, his thumbs on the insides of my thighs, I’m shaking. Just a little higher.

  He stands and turns off the water, grabbing a towel and starting to rub me down. The towel brushes everywhere, my neck, down my back, my nipples, my stomach. At first, I believe he doesn’t know what he’s doing, until I look up and see the glint in his eye.

  “Juordin…” I steal the towel, doing the same to him.

  Revenge is sweet.

  He closes his eyes, groans, and clenches his fists as I brush the towel over his body. When I finally slide the towel along his thick length, his groan quickly turns into a growl.

  He opens his eyes, and I have no warning before he lifts me from the floor and takes me into the main room, tossing me onto the bed gently before climbing over me and stretching out, interlacing our hands beside my head.

  From his face, I can see he’s reveling in the contact as much as I am. I can feel him prodding at my entrance. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him closer.

  He sinks into me with a groan. “I can’t wait any longer.”

  Me either. But I’m too overcome to speak.

  He starts to move, thrusting in and out, watching my face. His motion touches something deep inside me and the pleasure spreads. I sink my fingers into the muscles of his shoulders, feeling them work as he moves above me.

  My legs start to shake and my mouth opens in pleasure. Juordin doesn’t leave it that way, but seals his mouth over mine in a deep, tender kiss. When I’m almost at the peak, he inches upward, changing the angle, spreading the sensation.

  My fingers entwine in his long hair, and I’m trying to stay grounded as my head tosses from side to side. I’m making small noises on each thrust, moving in time with him, trying to hold back until he comes with me. Our bodies start to sweat, and the noises of our groans and our movements together on the bed are beautiful music to my ears.

  And then I can’t control it any longer. I buck against him as he continues to thrust, keeping my climax at the peak for long minutes until he finally groans and shudders above me.

  He comes down over me, burying his face in the pillow beside my shoulder. “I love you,” he whispers. “My mate.”

  “I love you, too.” I kiss the side of his face, brushing his damp hair back from his face.

  He rolls off me and I snuggle into his side for a few minutes. But as much as I try to relax, I know there’s more to do.

  I need to get the cure back to my people.

  “Juordin…”

  He props himself up on his elbow, facing me. “How would you like to take the cure back to Lla’ei?”

  I smile as my heart swells. “How did you know?”

  He rolls his eyes, the first time I’ve ever seen it. I giggle.

  “I’m your mate, remember?” he says. “Durstin, Casin, and Corin will get the cure back to Tuorin, so I’m free to help you for a while.”

  “Until we take on the cats again.”

  He nods.

  I kiss him on the mouth, then press kisses over the rest of his face.

  He entwines his hands behind his head and lies back, letting me worship him briefly.

  “You are the best mate ever, you know that?” I can’t believe I can look forward to a future with him. It feels too good to be true. Like a gift.

  “Just remember you said that when we fight.” He grins, reaching up to kiss me.

  “When do we leave?” I ask eagerly, almost jumping out of bed.

  “You mean when do we arrive?” he teases. “You were out longer than you think.”

  “Really?” I can’t contain my excitement.

  He laughs. “Really. Let’s go check.”

  Two hours later, we’re piloting a lander down to the surface of Lla’ei. But this time, the red sky doesn’t bother me like it did. I know we can fight the toxin, and eventually, we’ll get rid of the cats, too.

  We take huge containers of concentrated flower tea to the castle.

  “Daughter!” my father shouts when he sees me, his forehead wrinkled with consternation.

  “It’s ok, Father,” I reply. “We have a cure for the toxin!”

  For one long moment, he freezes. Then, relief takes years from his face as a wondrous smile lifts the corners of his mouth.

  I run to him so he can enfold me in his arms.

  My father finally pulls away, giving me a smile that radiates from his eyes. “I knew if anyone could do it, you could.” He turns to Juordin and to my surprise, embraces him as a son. “You are truly worthy of my daughter, Prince Juordin.”

  “How did you know he was a prince?” I ask, stunned. “I didn’t even know until the second time I was on Tuorin.”

  My father winks at me. “Fathers know everything.”

  I groan and turn to Juordin. “Shall we start the distribution?”

  He nods. “Whatever you want, my love. We have time.”

  And for the first time in a long, long while, I believe he’s right.

  The End

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  To Kiss A Warrior (An Alien Rogue Romance – Part One)

  Chapter One

  The private spacecraft touched down in the ship yard with a familiar groan. Hannah swung her booted feet off the oversized chair in front of her, and pressed her palms against the window. A few people outside had turned to stare.

  Her dad just had to travel in style! Yeah, the small craft moved faster and smoother than most, but just the sight of it would tell everyone that someone uncommonly wealthy and powerful travelled inside.

  Which was exactly the opposite of what she wanted.

  At least mother hadn’t come. The woman had been a sobbing mess. The academy was already like a ghost, its memories haunting her mother with every step. Seeing her daughter there… Hannah couldn’t even imagine how badly that would’ve ended.

  But how to deal with her father?

  She leaned back in her chair and regarded him. Here goes nothing!

  “It might be better if you waited in the ship,” she suggested in her least argumentative voice.

  Her father lowered his computer interface, one brow raised in annoyance. “Do you think I travelled with you all the way here simply to-- how di
d you put it? Wait in the ship?”

  Disappointment flared. A true parent would’ve understood that an adult child deserved independence. Even on one of the most important days of her life, it was ‘the commander’ escorting her to the academy, not her father. She should’ve known the moment he’d donned his deep blue uniform, perfectly starched and pressed as always.

  You did know, her brain insisted, but the ache in her heart said she’d hoped she was wrong.

  “Please?” she forced a smile.

  He raised his interface once more, so only his neatly trimmed, steel-gray hair peeked over the top of it. “I pulled more strings than you can possibly imagine to allow you to attend The Starflight Academy under your mother’s maiden name. Even though I consider it an insult to my family. I will not act as your chauffeur, too.”

  Hannah took a deep breath, fighting the urge to explode. “There isn’t much point in all of that if we enter the school together- now, is there?” she challenged.

  He glared over the top of his computer. “If I had it my way, you’d either be attending the academy with guards at your side, around the clock, or I’d simply assign you a position on my ship. And before you interrupt me, yes, I do admire your desire to follow in my footsteps. After all your training already, I think it requires a certain kind of person to be willing to attend this challenging of a program, simply because your drive to never settle for less.” He paused. “That’s a Stowe family trait I might add.”

  His praise, even wrapped in anger, stunned her. Perhaps he was starting to think of how much he was going to miss her when she was gone. Regardless about how much he mumbled about his ‘rebellious’ child.

  “BUT,” he added, squashing her hopes with one word. “I also think your ego is outweighing your intelligence. Being my child is dangerous. The fact that you want to pretend otherwise doesn’t make the truth of your situation any different. By going here, you are putting yourself and me at risk.”