Page 56 of Warlord's Mate

“Communicate? As in the singing is actually a language?”

“Possibly.”

“They’re sentient?” She looked horrified. “No wonder they stop singing when I pick them. I’ve been killing them!”

He laughed and realized it was the first time he’d done so since before Aris had disappeared. She was frowning at him and he leaned down, placing a light kiss to her lips. “Those lines around your mouth will freeze on your beautiful face if you stay upset about something you didn’t know.”

The frown lines disappeared and genuine surprise lit her eyes. “You think I’m beautiful?”

He pushed a strand of her red hair from her face. “Do not all males on your planet think so?”

She laughed. “Not hardly. I’m tall for an earth girl and only a small percentage of men like red-heads.”

“Then the men of your planet are stupid.” She laughed again. The sound seemed to erase what remaining melancholy he felt at the absence of Aris. “You are a comfort to me, Mar-see.” He weaved his fingers into her hair. “This place—it is harsh and ugly and it destroys the soul but you are restoring mine with nothing more than your smiles and the way you look at me.” He kissed her, smiling against her mouth when she dropped her basket and flung both arms around his neck. She was as eager for him as he was her and it showed in her kisses and in the way she rubbed her breasts against his chest. The moment she lifted her leg, wrapping it around his hip, he broke the kiss, grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder then listened to her laugh as he headed to his hut.

Those in camp watched them as he carried her out of the woods. He ignored them as he’d been doing the past several moons. He had no desire to speak to them. All he wanted was the female in his arms. She was all he could think about. All he wanted to think about. He had no doubt she was his mate. He felt it in every fiber of his being and he craved her like the plants craved the sun.

Stepping into the hut, her giggles quietened when he tossed her to the bed. She was still smiling and propped herself up on her bent elbows, her eyes following the path his hands were taking as he started to remove his clothing. He met her gaze when she looked back up. “Remove your garments.”

She did so without hesitation and laid on her back once she’d bared her body to him. Jorrick tossed the last of his clothing aside and grabbed his cock, running his hand down the length of it. Her gaze followed the movement. It ached and throbbed with the need to be inside her.

He grabbed her foot, pulled her closer and turned her to her belly. She squealed when he wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her to her knees, lined his cock up with her entrance and slid in.

Mar-see gasped and murmured, “Oh, sweet baby kittens.” He had no clue what that was but he didn’t care. Her cunt was clenching around his length so sweetly, a shudder of pleasure rippled up his spine. His hands slid up her body, one going to her throat, the other grabbing her breast. His hips slammed into her as he held her against him, her breaths panted out harshly.

“Harder.”

Her demand made him shudder. She arched her back, laid her head on the bed , her fingers digging into the mattress under her, her core squeezing him. He pulled out before she came. The disgruntled gasp she made brought a smile to his face. She straightened on her knees and looked over his shoulder at him. “I’m not in the mood for games today.”

“No?”

“No.” She grabbed his arm and tugged him toward the bed. Jorrick fell forward and turned to lay flat on his back. “Then do as you wish, woman.”

A look he’d never seen filled her eyes. She scanned the length of his body before lowering her head, kissing his inner thigh. He shifted his legs, a shiver racing up his spine as she kissed higher, her tongue darting out to lick his balls. They pulled in tight and he sucked in a breath as she licked up the length of him, the pink tip of her tongue circling the head of his cock before she sucked him in as far as she could, then let him slip from her mouth.

She looked up the line of his body, then kissed her way up his belly and chest and grinned as she kissed his chin. “Today, you will take the orders.” She took his bottom lip between her teeth and shifted on her knees before crawling over his hips. When he thought she’d take him in hand and slide down his length, she kept crawling. The red curls at the apex of her thighs brushed his belly, and he knew where she was going before she made it to his chest. He grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, raising his head when she was close enough, and ran his tongue up the length of her cunt. She gasped and grabbed a handful of his hair and shifted her hips, making a circle around his tongue. “Don’t stop until I come.” He sucked her clit into his mouth and watched as her head fell back, the ends of her long hair tickling his belly while her mouth opened in a silent scream as she rode his face. When she came, screaming out her pleasure, his question of whether she could be a true mate for him even though she wasn’t one of his species was answered. She was his. He felt it in every fiber of his being, his heart filling with emotions he didn’t think he’d ever possess. She looked down at him, watching him lick her and the plans he’d made to use her as a way to get back at Allok were forgotten as if he’d never even thought of them. She crawled down the length of him, stuck her tongue into his mouth and kissed him, deep and hard. Jorrick pulled her tight against him and guided his cock into her and lifted his hips while kissing her back.

His plans to bait Allok be damned. All he wanted now was her scent on his flesh. For his mark to be on her for everyone to see. Mar-see was as alien to him as he was to her but alien or not, his soul screamed out for her. She belonged to him and he would never let her go.

Chapter Twenty

Besides feeling as if she was walking on a cloud of bliss, something was different around camp now. Marcy felt the change in the air. She could see it on the faces of those around her as well. Every alien she looked at wore the same expression. They looked wary, as if too afraid to get close to her and she knew why. Their warlord wasn’t the same man he was before and they knew it was her fault. Jorrick was still fierce and demanded obedience but the way he looked at her—there was no denying there was something there and as giddy as it made her….she was terrified.

Jityria had told her once that, when the others found out the warlord had taken a pet that she’d be the most sought-after commodity on Prison Moon One. That the other warlords would want her because she belonged to him. She hadn’t thought much of her words then, but now she did. With all the strange looks he’d been getting lately, she wondered if making the warlord happy was going to get her killed.

He was across camp with Vikram and she knew all it would take was a look over her shoulder to see him watching her. He did that more often than not now. She didn’t mind in the least, felt a tingle of pleasure ripple down her spine every time she saw him staring at her, but if she noticed it, others will to.

Things between her and Jorrick were amazing. She still called him warlord in front of others but when they were alone, he was Jorrick. And he was gentle and kind and made her feel like she was the only female on the whole damn miserable planet. She was ready to thank those shit-head grays for kidnaping her and dumping her here she was so stinking happy. He was too. He smiled more often than not when they were alone and she felt it in every touch. He’d not said anything that even resembled an, “I love you,” but it was in his eyes and every brush of his hand against her flesh. In the long hours they laid alone in bed talking.

And once others learned this—she was as good as dead.

Marcy scooped more of the brain mixture out of the bowl and rubbed it into the hide she was working on. Even though her relationship with Jorrick had changed, one thing that hadn’t was the backbreaking work she did sun up to sun down.

She’d thought more than once to say something about the way the women were treated here but decided against it. Just because she rode the warlord’s dick on a nightly basis didn’t give her a say in how he ran his camp, so she kept her mouth shut.

“Looks as if they’re going on a hunt.”

Marcy looked up as Krista spoke, then looked behind her. The hunters were indeed gearing up. Weapons were being strapped on, knives sharpened and slipped into scabbards.