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

by Ursa Dax

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.

“I don’t know how you drink this alcohol regularly. It makes all my feelings come out of my mouth.”

“I do not know if my heart is sweet or not. But I would gladly dredge it up for you and watch it stop beating in your little hands, all so that you could taste it.”

“Of course I did it,” Fallo growled back at her. “I am a Gahn. A powerful warrior, the strongest man who-” “Yes, yes! Thank you, Gahn Fallo! If I had a tail I’d raise it to you a hundred times for this. But please move so I can finish!” I said. I was grateful to him, but there was still more to be done.