RavishedbyMoonbeam

by Cynthia Sax

  “I am the best warrior, my Danielle.” Krol rubbed his nose against her hair, smelling gunpowder and tantalizing female. “Did you relay this information to Puppy?”

  “I did, but even Puppy knows great warriors sometimes die.” His Danielle stroked his chest ridge and warmth spread over Krol’s torso. His eyelids grew heavy. “My mom was a great warrior, and she died.”

  Hearing his mate’s distress, Krol forced his exhausted muscles into motion. He clumsily wrapped his arms around her slender form, shielding her from any future pain, and he searched for words to comfort her.

  He failed in his mission as his mind was blank, a gaping void of nothingness, and they lay in silence, two wounded warriors, leaning upon each other’s strength, finding solace in their embrace.

  “I wish you could have fought by her side, my Krol. I heard she was fierce.” His Danielle raised her head.

  “You are fierce.” He kissed the tip of her nose. The edges of her face blurred and he blinked until she came back into focus. “I am honored to have fought by your side,” he echoed her words.

  “You really think so?” Her smile gave him joy. “Even though I got you shot?” She swept her fingertips above his wound, her touch soothing.

  “Pain makes warriors strong and we defeated our enemy. We terminated the Mravenec’s number one warrior,” Krol pointed out proudly.

  “Oh yeah.” She stroked his cheek ridge. “The red ants will be pissed.”

  Although he didn’t understand her words, Krol heard the satisfaction in her voice. “You are mine.” He cupped her ass, relishing how her firm flesh filled his palms.

  “Yep. I’m all yours and so is my superior ass.” She yawned, displaying white blunt teeth and a pink tongue.

  “All of you is superior, my Danielle,” Krol murmured as he closed his eyes.

  Chapter Six

  Danielle bent her knees, clasped the chair seat with her gloved fingers and lifted. Shit. The chair didn’t budge. “That’s embarrassing.” She shook her head, scowling at the deceptively delicate-looking piece of furniture. “What kind of wussy warrior can’t move a simple chair?” She stripped off her gloves as she prowled around it. “I need more strength training.”

  The door to the simulation chamber slid open and Krol strode toward her, looking fit and healthy and alive, his forehead ridges lowered, shielding his green-and-black eyes. He had a tablet in his right hand and Puppy followed him, his little legs moving in double time, gazing up at him adoringly with big brown eyes.

  “My Danielle.” Krol’s voice contained a hard edge.

  “What’s wrong, my Krol? The ship fixing taking longer than expected?” She chewed her bottom lip. “If we helped—”

  “Warriors do not fix. Fixers do not fight.” Krol picked up the chair she’d been struggling with and easily moved it closer to the table. Freakin’ hell. Danielle rolled her eyes.

  “Ball simulator begin,” he instructed.

  Bright red rubber balls bounced from wall to wall. Puppy jumped, trying to catch them, yipping with excitement. Danielle laughed, but Krol’s dour expression didn’t lighten.

  Someone is in a grumpy mood. She sighed. “What is it?”

  “The council has relayed a communication.” Krol plunked his ass down on the chair and slammed the tablet upon the floating tabletop. “They worry the Mravenec warriors will attack the next transport vessel from Earth.”

  “But we’ll be using warships instead of these dinky little vessels.” Danielle sat in his lap, her body fitting perfectly against his. “Big guns would have prevented this.” She patted the scar on his stomach.

  “The council has decided more precautions are needed.” He placed his hand on her hip, his grip thrillingly possessive.

  “Ohhh…” She nodded, agreeing with the council. “They need a warrior escort, don’t they? And you’re the number one Silan warrior.” She placed her palm on his chest, comforted by the rise and fall of his ridges. “Can I shoot one of the big warship guns? Not at anything. Just into space. All that power.” She wiggled with excitement, grinding her ass into his groin.

  He didn’t meet her gaze and his expression darkened, worrying her. “When we terminate our voyage, Fixer Veterellec Lorenski and his human druzka will accompany you to our Silan domicile.”

  She stared at him, unable to believe the drivel pouring out of her lover’s mouth.

  “You will be assigned warriors, my warriors, to protect you,” he continued, as though he was making sense. “You will—”

  “Be calling you on your bullshit.” Danielle jumped to her feet and glared at Krol. “What happened to ‘I am honored to have fought by your side’?” She repeated the words that meant so much to her. Were they lies? “I’m not just a warrior, my Krol. I’m a police officer. I’ve dedicated my life to protecting and serving the public so if you think I’m—”

  Krol moved so fast she hadn’t time to react, pinning her against the wall, his hands on her shoulders, his hips against hers. “I cannot survive your termination, my Danielle.” His eyes swirled, the black within them overwhelming the green. “When the Mravenec warrior—” He looked away, his jaw working.

  He loves me. Danielle saw the truth in his angular face. She didn’t struggle, accepting his dominance. “If I wasn’t a warrior, would you feel the same way about me?”

  He frowned at her. “You are my Danielle. You are a warrior.”

  “Exactly.” She kept her voice soft and unemotional, appealing to his logic. “I’m a warrior. That is who I am. Warriors protect. Warriors risk termination in battle.”

  He gazed into her eyes as though he was searching for something. Danielle raised her chin, meeting his perusal square on. “If you leave me on Sila, I’ll simply find a way back to you, you know that, right?”

  Krol’s lips quirked. “I would reprimand you.”

  “And I’d like it.” She kicked off her boots and rubbed her feet along his leg ridges. “I bet your warships are badass.”

  “They are superior.” He nodded. “The Mravenec warriors would be foolish to attack a mighty Silan warship to terminate two small human females.”

  “Extremely foolish.” Danielle nodded, pressing her lips together to keep from smiling. “Especially with Sila’s best warrior on board.” She patted his chest ridge.

  “I am the best warrior.” Krol straightened to his full height, lifting her higher along the wall. “Attacking Earth’s best female warrior would also be foolish,” he added generously, and Danielle beamed.

  Krol looked down between them. “If there is offspring…”

  Offspring. Danielle stiffened, bracing, but instead of the expected swell of panic, she felt a serenity, a rightness. “If there is offspring, we’ll require more warriors on our warship.”

  “You are wise, my Danielle.” Krol smiled, green swirling back into his eyes. “I will request that Warrior Miar Najazd transfer to the warship under my command. He will assist.”

  “With the protecting, not the babymaking,” she joked. Krol’s forehead ridges condensed. “Warrior Miar won’t help with the offspring fabrication,” she clarified.

  “Warrior Miar Najazd will not touch you!” Krol roared. “You are my druzka!”

  God. He’s a beast. “And you wouldn’t dare fuck me against the wall.” Danielle pushed her hips against his, grinding her mons against his leather-covered cock.

  “I will fuck you against the wall.” He ripped her dominatrix outfit in two from collar to crotch.

  Her nipples puckered from the cool air and her pussy moistened from his savagery. She tugged at his garment, but it wouldn’t tear. “My Krol.”

  Holding her to the wall with his hips, he shredded the leather and she pulled it down over his erect cock. “You’re a brute and you’re all mine.” Danielle squeezed his balls and yanked on his thick shaft. She couldn’t wait for a slow seduction. She wanted him now.

  He groaned and pulled her tightly to him, cutting off her access to his cock. “I am your Krol,�
� he reminded her, clamping his big hands down on her ass until she wiggled with arousal.

  “My Krol.” She moved her hands upward. “Mine.” She scored his green-and-black skin with her nails and she licked the red stripes over his chest, tasting his blood, tasting him.

  “No. Mine.” He slid her up and down the wall, rubbing her pussy lips against his shaft, wetting his skin.

  “Oh God.” Danielle grasped his shoulder ridges as his tip vibrated against her clit, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her body. “I…” She frantically bit and kissed, bit and kissed along the ridge protecting his collarbone, leaving a trail of love marks.

  “Sladky matka, my Danielle. You will make me spill my seed.”

  “Not yet.” She slapped his chest and he inhaled sharply. “I need you to fuck me fast and hard first.” Danielle battled the onslaught of her own orgasm as Krol’s large shaft moved along her pussy, vibrating and teasing her into an erotic frenzy. “Give me everything you have, big guy.”

  “You have all of me, my druzka.” He pulled back and found her entrance. Planting both his hands on her hips, he rammed her down on him while he thrust upward.

  Danielle screamed as her pussy filled with alien cock. She gripped his shoulder ridges and hooked her ankles over his spine, securing him to her.

  “Are you damaged, my Danielle?” Krol grinned, his expression smug.

  “Not nearly enough.” Her voice thinned with passion. “Is that everything you have, my Krol?” She raised an eyebrow, daring him to satisfy her.

  “Lejno. You are fierce.” His eyes swirled into blackness as his lips captured hers. He ravished her with hard thrusts of his tongue and Danielle gripped his nape, clinging to him, surrendering her body to his loving assault.

  He groaned into her mouth and he rocked, pushing her back, smacking his chest ridges against her breasts and her ass against the wall. The sting resonated over her skin and she writhed under him, adding her circular sweeps of her hips to his forward motion, working with him, not against him, reaching for a satisfaction to please them both.

  They kissed, their love noises absorbed by tongue and mouth. She matched him grunt for grunt, the sheen over his green-and-black form transferred onto her skin, their bodies entwined. Danielle dug her fingernails into him, the scent of blood adding to his musk, and he drove into her faster and faster, until their rhythm was a punishing slap of flesh on flesh, her nipples raw and sore, her ass pounded into the wall, her pussy gushing with juice.

  Her breath was pressed from her lungs and she twisted free of his lips, gulping the recycled spaceship air. “My Krol.” She arched back against the wall as he dragged his sharp teeth down her neck to suck savagely at the curve of neck and shoulder, his tug and release matching the movement of his hips.

  His muscles rippled under her palms while he surged into her, loving her relentlessly with his finely honed warrior form. He was an unstoppable force and she was swept into his wake, her physique tiny and fragile compared to his hard ridges and big hands, yet she felt powerful because with one word, she could redirect that force. His strength was hers to use, hers to command, like a weapon she could use to kill or to love.

  To love. I love him.

  Danielle gripped him tighter, holding him fast, the soul mate she’d never dreamt to find. “My Krol.” She licked the moisture off his shoulder, tasting his salt, his efforts, his love. All of her tightened until she ached for release, and he shook with restraint, his cock vibrating so quickly, it was a constant hum inside her.

  “My Danielle.” His voice cracked with his plea.

  “Yes.” Danielle bit his shoulder ridge, and the taste of his blood pushed her over the edge. She shrieked her surrender against his skin and her hips jerked forward, taking him completely inside her.

  He flung his head back and released a deafening roar as he pinned her body against the wall, his cum bathing her pussy. A shudder cascaded down his form, rattling his ridges, and he fell to his knees with a loud thump, Danielle’s ass bouncing on his thighs. “My Danielle.” Krol rested his forehead against hers, his ridged, hers smooth. “My Danielle.” He kissed her with a tenderness that melted her already battered heart.

  “My Krol.” She cupped his cheeks, stroking his ridges with her thumbs.

  Krol’s lips twitched once, twice, and a chuckle escaped him.

  “What?” She gazed at him, perplexed.

  “Puppy!” His shoulders shook with laughter.

  Puppy bounded around them, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, his eyes big and adoring. The pit bull barked. Krol barked back and the puppy slinked away, his tail dragging on the floor.

  “He licked my ass,” Krol explained, his face dark with color.

  Danielle smiled. “Puppy loves… No.” She shook her head, her humor dissipating. “I love you.” Saying the words filled her with power, not weakness. “I love you, my Krol.” She didn’t hold anything back, gazing into his green-and-black eyes with all of her love, all of her softness exposed, trusting him to keep her safe.

  “You are the best druzka.” Krol rubbed his nose against hers. “But.” He drew his head back, his eyes glimmering with mischief. “I am the best warrior.”

  Danielle laughed and hugged him tight. “You are the best warrior,” she conceded.

  About the Author

  Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.

  Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali and Chicago.

  Cynthia welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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