Bound to the Warlord (Ash Planet Warriors #3)

by V.K. Ludwig

Fayo snarled something after Samara as she stormed off, then spun and, by the looks of it, kicked something. My mouth turned dry. The care of his touch when he’d reached for her, how he’d reacted when he found out that she took care of me, the female’s raw display of loathing toward me… they were intimate. No wonder she spit in my tea.

I knew it!

“I fell in love with you the moment I pulled you from that wreck, and I will continue to love you until I return to Mekara.”

Now, I don’t care what you want to be, Zerim, shaman, warlord, or the guy who collects dried shit. You have my support either way. All I want is for you to fucking own it, just like you helped me to own my bond with Taheshi.”

Earth could learn a whole lot about childbirth from this place.

“I feel you clenching around my knot. Come and milk the seed right out of it.” My womb spasmed. “No.” Not yet.

Hot if not for the “womb spasmed” part lol

I bit back a shout. “Fayo… don’t do this.” “He called me a fool. Samara had the guts to do the same.” A hiss pushed past his fangs. “But I’m no fool, Zerim. I’m a warlord.”

Bastard. But I’m not surprised. He’ll get his karma I hope.

Toagi, who once more had his sleeping son wrapped against his chest with a sling, gently rocking him as the little tail bounced and swayed where it hung from the leather.

Precious

“The seed is not only present, but has begun to germinate,” she said. “A sign from Mekara. Urizayo Zerim’s tribe will flourish, and his lineage will spread deep roots to its core for centuries to come.”

“It’s a great thing to find someone who accepts you the way you are. But it’s a blessing if that person helps you to accept yourself.”