Alien Shield (Fated Mates of the Sea Sand Warlords, #8)

by Ursa Dax

If you let me, I’d move everything else aside for you. You are the very centre of my life. The core of my world.

For a split second I wondered how the other Earth missions, the ones to other worlds, were faring. Had those other Earth abductees been as fortunate as us? Had they found a new home with good people too?

Wonder if this hints to a future series?

“You ask how I won my mate to me. I simply offered her everything I have and everything I am. Then I waited. And like the most beautiful and timid brazelbird of the hills flitting down onto my outstretched palm, she finally accepted me. Though everything she has given me far outweighs anything I could hope to offer her. Every day I strive to be worthy of her.”

The springs didn’t look large enough to support a predator that could cause me any problems. But then again, sometimes the smallest or least threatening-looking creatures could prove to be the nastiest. Like the black widow. Or the Canadian goose.

“But all the same, I will always be there to lend my strength to yours. To protect you.

“If you say the name of another warrior, you may as well take my blade and run it through my very heart, Zerena. I know that you are merciful and good. Do not drag out this pain. Tell me now.”

“Forgive me. You have brought more beauty and more joy crashing down around me than I could hope to bear. But somehow, I promise you, I will find a way to bear it. I have always been a strong warrior. I have just never met someone who can undo my world as you can.”

I liked my body, and I’d never really wanted to change it. Especially not for my ex – even with his little comments and remarks meant to make me feel bad. But I’d also never really thought about my body being beautiful, either. It was just... My body. The vehicle that allowed me to live my life. But under Xyan’s gaze, I didn’t feel like a regular woman with a regular body living her regular life. I felt like a goddess. Like a painting. A work of art. As I sank to my knees once more, settling between his splayed thighs, he only reinforced that feeling with a hot, hungry pulse of his sight stars. You are perfection, Zerena.

“You will not suffocate me, Zerena. I am a strong warrior and I do not plan to die today. Not when I have so many more things I yet wish to do to you.” His hands moved to my nipples again, playing and squeezing, before he added with a slight grin, “Though if I were to die today, I could not think of a more glorious way to go.”

“I am ravenous, Zerena. Ravenous for you and waiting for my feast.

This was what life was meant to be. Racing over the plains of your world with your woman at your side. Wind in your hair and weapons in your claws and heat and night. Stars and moons. Zerena’s face among it all, the centre of everything. The anchor to which I bound all meaning.