Tempest And The Warrior (Unearthly World Book Book 7)

by C. L. Scholey

  “Do I have a tail still?” he swiped at his nose.

  “It’s only on when you are shielded,” Cy said. “I’m guessing you can rip it off. Something tells me it’ll hurt though.”

  “I’m tired. And yeah I know it’s going to hurt when it comes off,” Braylon sounded forlorn.

  Tempest ran her finger down his cheek. “You can head to bed. Finish your ice cream and cuddle under the covers. I’ll be there soon. It’s getting late.”

  Cy was surprised when the area outside became dark. He worried they were under attack. He tensed. Bagron had two suns; the warriors needed constant generation to stay in top form. A voice sounded on a panel.

  “For those new to this planet, the darkness is for the children’s sake. Some insist they will not sleep until the sun does. So the sun will sleep until five thirty in the morning. Remember this is an induced darkness, the suns are still generating.”

  Tempest groaned. “Five thirty in the morning?”

  Cy put his arms around her. “It gets dark on my planet. But warriors require little sleep and we don’t need the sun like Castains and Tonans. Some warriors are enticed into letting their females sleep for a little longer.”

  “Really?” she asked in a playful tone. “Let me tuck Braylon in and I’ll be enticing enough for you to let me sleep until noon.”

  Cy’s cock jumped.

  Chapter 11

  Tempest ran her hand over Braylon’s hair. He’d fallen asleep with his bowl of ice cream. The boy still ran to replicators for the sweet treat, but surprisingly, he never finished it all. Half remained, and she picked up the bowl. Tempest felt it was because the entire time he was eating he was arguing with his shield about how bad it was for him. She leaned down and kissed his forehead. Cy said he would never get sick as long as his shield was generated.

  “I love you, Mom.”

  “I thought you were asleep.”

  “I am. But my shield let me know the second you walked in, so I wouldn’t be startled and hurt you by accident. Good night.”

  “Good night, sweet man cub.”

  The boy turned over and snuggled under the covers looking so innocent she wished she could scoop him up and hold him. She had seen Cy groan when he picked him up, something told her his days of sitting in her lap were over. She always knew the day would come, but had hoped he would be in his twenties, not her baby of eight. Braylon’s issues weighed heavily as she walked to her room. Cy was waiting, and she crawled into his arms.

  “Do you think Braylon will be able to control the shield?” she asked.

  “Braylon will learn to be a great warrior. He will train with Cobra and then me and Titus and the Zargonnii warriors. The shield has influence because he’s young and can be intimidated. But the shield also knows there are taboos so it has to be careful. If the shield ever told him to hurt you, he would cast it off. I’m guessing it’s asked him to do things he won’t: testing the waters. I’ve noticed the difference in him in the brief time we’ve been here. Surrounded by Castians must be causing all kinds of bells and whistles. It would be dangerous to fight. Also, he may sense other Tonans which is confusing in a sense and comforting in another. He’s with his own kind.”

  “He said his shield told him when I went in the room so he wouldn’t hurt me.”

  “I have no doubt in my mind you will ever be an issue to deal with. Braylon loves you. Because he can love, the shield can’t take that from him. He will find a mate, and she will temper him even more.”

  “Do I temper you?”

  “Tempest the temperer. Has a cute ring doesn’t it?”

  “Tempest and the warrior is cuter.”

  “I don’t know that you temper me or cause me to think differently. It’s not the same between a Zargonnii and a Castian with females. Castian warriors become one with a mate. They carve their tattoo into her shoulder. So do Tonans.”

  “Ew. That was something Grey neglected to tell me.”

  Cy chuckled. “Don’t worry; the Zargonnii have no carving ritual. In fact, we have no ritual besides having the Holiday when it comes to females.”

  “So you’re winging it.”

  “The dark warriors have wings, they are not the enemy. That is another story. The Zargonnii have always been secluded from our females until we Holiday.”

  Tempest settled against him. “That’s when you fight for dominance, try not to kill each other, and hope for a child.”

  “Yes. It’s not common for a male to kill a female. Though females have accidently killed males.”

  “Then why is it so awful you harmed a female? I mean I know why, but why were you banished? The idea is to fight for dominance, that’s what you did. During a fight, someone normally gets hurt.”

  “It’s not that kind of fight. It’s a show of strength.”

  “Like when wrestlers pin each other?”

  “Perhaps.”

  “I’m confused. Do they banish the female who kills or causes harm to a male during the Holiday?”

  “No, but it’s understood what was done is a heinous act if she kills. Our females have never left the safety of this planet. They would be so lost it would be a mercy to kill one before banishment. Our healer Finn can take care of any unnecessary hurts a warrior encounters, the females have their own way. All Zargonnii females love and watch out for their sons from a distance.

  “My mother was injured, her legs paralyzed, by a cyron when she was taking me to my father after I was weaned. I was her first and only child. Our jungles are at their worst at that time. There are creatures who hunger for the taste of a Zargonnii infant. My mother was young and powerful, but a full-grown bull cyron is a formidable creature. The damage to her was severe. I was lucky she made it to my father at all.

  “Later, as I grew, my father and I were attacked near school. A cyron killed my father. They think it may have been the same one that attacked my mother. Maybe it caught my scent in the wind. I was twelve and big for my age, but even a full-grown warrior has trouble fighting the beasts and many lose. That’s why we depend on our mothers to watch us from afar. Other females saved me. My mother never came to help me. I thought she was dead…or didn’t care.”

  “How awful.”

  “I admit it made me hurt and hurtful. My animosity grew through the years. I came to think all females were without care. I learned later my mother tried to crawl to me to save my life, but other mothers got to me first. Our females are deadly when angry. I grew up with Titus, and his father raised us as brothers. Titus’s line is known for creating many females, it’s why it was hard to grasp he has a son, especially from a human.”

  “That wasn’t the only reason you were banished. Harming a female.”

  “No. We really are brothers in a way, Titus and I. It wasn’t just the Zargonnii female I injured. I kidnapped Titus’s mate. I thought she was taking him from me. I was losing the only family I had. I should have realized she could be family, too. Our ways and yours were too different for me to understand, though I do now. Also, Titus has a son. The boy should have me for an uncle. I should have been there for Titus. My heart aches with how disappointed my best friend was in me. I betrayed him. I never would have let anything happen to Zabbie. I only wanted Titus back.

  “But my actions were my own fault and he had no choice but to banish me. I was grateful to Finn for fixing my mother and the female I injured, but I was still so full of anger. It took me years to realize females weren’t the cause of my rage, I was.

  “As for females who kill. They are guilt stricken every day. They live together so they must be near the mother of the warrior they killed. I’m told the pain they endure makes them die a little each day. The females can’t keep them, but they love them and watch them their entire lives. Sometimes the female who kills will never Holiday again. Knowing she will never have a daughter may as well mean death to her. Our offspring are everything. Also, a female who won’t Holiday dies much earlier. Male sperm is potent shit.”

  “I
could never give up Braylon to anyone.” She was gaining insight to the struggle her warrior endured. His self-loathing, his hurt. Then she had another thought. “How long do warriors live?”

  “Unless we are killed, around five hundred years or so. We have three hearts. When the third is in use we have only a hundred years more or less.”

  “Will you take another human mate when I die?”

  He chuckled. “I won’t need to. As long as we make love you’ll be with me for life.”

  Interesting.

  “And Braylon, will he live a long time. Grey was two thousand years old.”

  “Yes, Braylon will live a long time.”

  Cy leaned her back and with care pushed a strand of hair from her forehead. His brow furrowed with thoughts. Though his eyes were red, there was depth to them. She could see he struggled with the need for understanding. Tempest didn’t know him when he committed his crimes and was sure his actions were serious, but she loved the warrior he was.

  “The females and warriors will Holiday soon. I think Titus would rather we remain here on Bagron until the Holiday is over. The male sex drive is intense. There is screaming and growling that might upset Braylon, and his shield may stay up for the entire two weeks.”

  “We can explore this planet when Braylon goes for training.”

  “I thought you wanted to sleep until noon.”

  “Depends on if I need to.”

  “You might,” he said with a grin.

  Cy hooked a finger in her shirt. He changed into battle mode and the claw easily slipped through the material she wore. Her high breasts were exposed to the night air. The nipples hardened with a caress of a breeze.

  “Oh no, your boobs are in battle mode,” he teased. She punched him.

  The window in their room only allowed the air to flow through; nothing else could penetrate the seeming glass. The material was unlike anything Tempest had ever seen before.

  “Are we safe with so many overhead?” she pondered aloud.

  “Yes. I think your toy ship will warn us of any problem.”

  “That ship of mine is nowhere to be found. It seems to have disappeared.”

  “That’s odd. Maybe you sense there is nothing to be afraid of here.”

  “You’re right. More importantly, when I’m in your arms there is nowhere safer.”

  “You think so?” He growled and snapped his teeth at her with a wink.

  It was Tempest’s turn to grin. She loved his playful side. What a sad upbringing he must have had. To think he was abandoned by his mother, his father killed. No wonder he desperately needed to be around Titus. For Cy’s sake, she wished they could go to his planet. For now, they would bide their time. Tempest could think of no other more pleasant way.

  Raising her hand, she trailed the back of her fingers over his cheek. She loved his face. The strength, the way he had of slightly arching a side of a brow when deep in thought. There was a cleft in his chin she noticed Titus didn’t have. Cy’s lips were a tad more blue and fuller than Titus’s. She wondered what another of his species would look like. They weren’t identical in their facial features even though much of them was the same. Cy was broader, Titus was a bit taller. Titus’s face lit up when talking of his son. She realized there was the biggest resemblance. When Cy spoke of Braylon he, too, was delighted with his new offspring.

  Tempest knew Cy loved her. His passion and expressions were words gifted to her heart. She lifted her other hand to trace his lips. Cy opened his mouth and captured three fingers. His lips kept them safe from razor teeth.

  “Your females aren’t very smart,” she said and she felt him tense. “I would search for you if we were to Holiday. I’d beg you to pin me down and do—unspeakable things.” She ended with her tone a whisper of daring and intrigue.

  He flipped her onto her back. “Oh, but do please speak of them,” was his growl grunt reply.

  “I still have my pants on.” She pouted.

  Cy made short work of them. She was lucky the replicator could produce new clothes or true to his word, she’d be naked all the time.

  “Anything else you want to mention?” he asked.

  “I want you to fuck me until I’m senseless, but don’t wake Braylon.”

  Cy jumped up and went to a panel at the door. He punched a few buttons and returned to her stripping as he came. There was a smile on his face.

  “We won’t disturb anyone now. I want to hear you scream my name.” His threat made her quiver with excitement.

  When he reached her this time, she jumped up, and using all her weight, she pushed him to his back onto the bed. His eyes were round with shock; she took him by surprise. He gave her a warning growl. She ignored it. The object of her desire was ramrod straight and straining toward her. She wanted to giggle with its come-hither motion, but she throbbed between her thighs. His body was so big stretched out, she could use him as a rug.

  Tempest studied his thighs as she took his cock into both hands and wiggled her bare bottom in his direction. His tree trunk legs were mostly bare except for a few horizontal lines of white hair. His feet were huge. It was his bald cock that she found fascinating. His tip was rounded and she wouldn’t guess his length, except it was more than enough for any female. Yes, she decided, she would definitely find him if she were running naked through a jungle wanting wild, uninhibited sex. As long as there was no furious battle. If she took a serious poke at him there would be no sex, he would die laughing.

  Tempest heard him groan when she licked his tip, laving his cock, she settled to suck him deep into her mouth as her body rocked back and forth. Her tongue caressed him sliding along his hard shaft. Her mouth was gifted with tiny beads of moisture making it easier to take more. She loved his delicious taste. He was unique, his daring and powerful essence.

  A hand gripped her ankle and she stretched out beside him, her hip against his side. Cy massaged her rump. His hands kneaded and caressed as she squirmed in delight. Tempest had always loved having her ass rubbed. Slipping lower, he found her heat with his fingers. She knew he sheathed his claws when he entered her. A gentle probing finger found her nub as she spread her legs to accommodate the size of his hand.

  Tempest was half onto his belly when Cy rolled her. His long cock plunged deeper into her mouth and for a moment, she panicked. Huge knees were on either side of her as she was held in place. She curled her hands around his base easing him higher to gasp air. Cy pinned her thighs and rode her mouth. Her body trembled and relaxed. Long strokes filled her and released to allow her breath. She licked his tip and the length of him. Cy pulled from her and turned flipping her to her belly.

  He pulled her wrists into a hand behind her back. Pressing her down onto her shoulders he plunged into her heat from behind making her cry out. Her legs were spread wide as he thundered into her. His motion so demanding her breasts bounced off the sheets under her. Her climax built and her eyes squeezed shut.

  Tempest gasped for air and screamed. Her cries tapered to a moan of delight as she built again. Cy covered her mouth and bent down.

  “Scream my name,” was growled.

  His heady breath haloed her face. He released her mouth and Tempest howled his name certain the entire planet could hear her. She came hard on her next scream. Cy pulled from her releasing her wrists and taking an ankle in each hand he flipped her to her back and plunged again. He pulled her onto his lap, as he sat her legs wrapped around his waist and he stood. His power overwhelmed her.

  Cy pressed her against the wall as she clung to him gasping and moaning. Her insides begged for more. His hand was at her throat holding her face to meet his gaze. His eyes warmed her. His thrusting was growing easy as she went limp allowing whatever he wished. With a grin, he began the sweet tone that built from his chest soothing her. Still, he rocked against her. Without mercy, he tore quivers from her as she came again and again. Finally, he roared his victory and with his soft crooning, he declared love.

  He carried Tempest to the
bed where he settled her and slid in beside her under the covers. She sighed as he ran his hand down her cheek and throat to caress her breasts. He dipped his head to suckle, and she knew he was building again. Tempest grinned inwardly, she’d be lucky to make it out of bed by late afternoon.

  Chapter 12

  Cy had been watching the boys train for a while. Cobra took Braylon under his wing. The warrior was teaching him a few moves before allowing him to interact with the other youngsters. The other boys had laughed when Braylon got into a verbal dispute with his shield. A Tonan warrior named Huck came to help. The man was a big son of a bitch. His wife Becky held his son’s hand; the boy’s name was Twain. The child was also watching the training but was not old enough to participate.

  Braylon was shielded. Cobra explained he had been given the shield of a two-thousand-year-old warrior at the age of eight and there was bound to be trouble. Cobra set the boy up with an age mate when he felt he was ready. Cy tensed. The boys faced off with the other boys laughing that Braylon was about to get a butt whipping. Cy watched as his son cocked his head. He wasn’t so sure Braylon would be the one to fall.

  Encouraging shouts for the other boy were heard. Cy added his own for Braylon. The Castian boy did a full circle around Braylon. He wasn’t old enough to have a warrior mate, another who would have his back in combat. A Castian needed to learn to fight as an individual first, the memory would be ingrained if the need arose later in life. The Castian boy stood silently then attacked. Braylon had the Castian child down in less than a second. The other boys stopped laughing. Braylon backed off as Cobra stepped in. The Castian boy was dazed and winded. His butt definitely whipped. To the child’s credit, his shield came down and he smiled at Braylon. The shield at Braylon’s face came down as well; he too was smiling. Braylon again had his head cocked, he spun in a slow circle, and he pointed at Huck, then motioned him over. The boy wore a sly grin Cy had never seen. Cy was astounded. Braylon wanted to battle the huge-ass warrior.