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His Danielle looked up at him, her mouth hovering over his
spicka
,
his shaft glistening with her wetness. “I said stay still.” She slapped his leg
and the pain erased any remnants of his sleep. “If you move, my Krol, I’ll stop
sucking your cock.” Her blue eyes sparkled. “And neither of us will like that,
so keep that green-and-black ass on the bed.”

“I will remain still, my Danielle.” He touched his forehead
ridge. His skin temperature was normal, yet his Danielle was with him. “Warrior
Miar Najazd—”

“Yes, let’s talk about your buddy, Miar. What the hell were
you thinking, my Krol?” She smacked him again, her strength intensifying. “If
you hadn’t been near death…near…”

She blinked, droplets of moisture dangling on her golden
eyelashes. He reached out, wanting to comfort her. She swatted his hands away.

“I would have beat you senseless.” She hit his thighs with
her small, soft palms, reddening his skin. “I am your Danielle, not anyone
else’s, so don’t ever pull a stunt like that again or I’ll shoot you too.”

“You will shoot me too,” Krol repeated her words. “You will
shoot me too.” Rage swept over him. “You shot Warrior Miar Najazd? He was to
protect you!”

“I can protect my own damn self.” She yanked at his
spicka
,
and his body hummed with arousal. “And I only shot him in the knee. He’s
already up and walking around and being a total pain in everyone’s ass.”

“
Sladky matka
, my Danielle.” Krol panted, stimulated
by her angry, rough strokes. “When I am fixed, I will reprimand you for your
actions.”

“Is that right?” She squeezed his
varles
hard and he
gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to spill his seed, needing to extend
their sex play. “Then I’d better give you more to reprimand.” She fastened her
lips around his tip and lowered her mouth onto his
spicka
.

Krol made a noise unworthy of a warrior and he buried his
fingers in her golden hair. As she bobbed up and down, he twisted his grip
until she winced, and he guided her movements, ramming her face down on him
over and over, his tip tapping the back of her throat. She gasped and dug her
fingernails into his base, the scent of his blood flavoring the recycled
fixing-chamber air.

“My Danielle.” His
spicka
vibrated faster and faster
and his
varles
drew up tight against his shaft.

She sealed her lips on his shaft and sucked, clenching his
varles
in her palm.

“My Danielle.” He pushed upward with his hips, experiencing
a release so glorious, the room darkened. Krol shot load after load of his seed
into his Danielle’s mouth and she swallowed, not wasting a drop.

He crumpled on the sleeping structure, his body limp and
lifeless, his cognitive functions ceasing to function. “My Danielle.” He didn’t
let go of her hair, needing that connection with her.

“My Krol.” She grinned at him and lapped at his
spicka
,
cleaning him thoroughly. “If you think I’d ever do that with your buddy Miar,
you need your head fixed.”

My Danielle and Warrior Miar Najazd
. Krol curled his
fingers into her golden hair, clutching her to him. “You needed protection,” he
explained gruffly.

“You thought you were dying.” She shook her head and he
reluctantly released her. “Believe me, I understand.” His Danielle crawled up
his body and lay beside him, pressing her curves against his angles. “You were
in bad shape, my Krol.” She shivered, her skin vibrating against his, and his
ridges rattled as he tingled with awareness. “Even Puppy was worried about
you.” She snuggled closer to him.

Puppy yipped at the base of their sleeping unit, inquiring
about his next nutrient replenishment, while his Danielle’s hands trembled
against his neck, her fingertips pressing into a vein. Her bottom lip was
devoid of old skin and bright with pigment, her teeth scraping across the plump
flesh.

“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.