Page 32 of The Alien Warrior's Heart

But now, things had changed.

Death had something over him.

He looked at the beautiful female inching closer to his face. The wind slid along the hem of her stained tunic and brought her sweet scent to his nostrils. Her eyes glimmered like tiny marbles and her dark brown lips caught his gaze.

Si-Moon was slowly climbing his ladder of priorities. Her long, slender arms were grabbing everything. Pushing them behind her. Moving up.

Neh. It was not a climb.

Si-Moon had already reached the top.

She had already overtaken everything else.

She took up space in his heras and was not satisfied to simply exist. No. She had to expand and expand until all of him could accept all of her.

If Zar sucked her heat, if he stretched her to his hardness, she would become his number one priorityfor life. His training made it so. Years and years of tradition dictated that it be this way.

Zar’s father had sat with him over many sessions and taught him to respect females. To honor them. Cherish them.

The success of a mating and the longevity of a coupling depends on the male, his father would say.When a male finds a mate, he finds a good thing. If he turns that good thing into a bitter, nagging female, it is his fault and his job to fix it.

It was a principle he held dear, not only because his father had taught him but because it was true. There was much more involved to a mating than simply pounding a female between her legs.

Even if that urge was all he could think about in this moment.

Si-Moon continued leaning closer and touching his tattoos. His pants tightened, his hardness rising to get her attention. She did not look down, though he could tell she was aware.

Was she frightened?

His gaze swept her small frame again.

Perhaps.

Zar knew mating would be overwhelming for Si-Moon. This was not pride but a simple truth. He could destroy her without trying. Without pushing to his full capabilities. He could stretch her beyond her wildest dreams.

A fact.

An unchangeable reality.

Like air. Like damas. Like moonlight.

He had never mated with a female before, but his lack of experience would not hinder his abilities in the least. Plutonian fathers never had to teach their sons how to touch a female.

Neh.

They did not need lessons in stroking, tasting, and sucking.

The coupling would be easy.

Fitting himself inside Si-Moon, thrusting into her soft places, making her scream and moan and beg…

It would be natural.

But after…

The commitment that it required would mean replacing rage with sacrifice.

Replacing selfishness with maturity.