Alien Invasion: A Warrior Prince Romance (The Tourin Legacy - Part 1) (3 page)

That’s when I realize that in contrast to my
rage, he’s calm, patient. As if he has all the time in the world. I
can see empathy in his eyes, and it angers me again.

“Are all the people from your planet
cowards?”

He doesn’t react, which only angers me
further.

“Surely if you have your own spaceship, you
have the technology to help us.” My last words come out a little
desperate.

His gaze meets mine. “I know the pain you’re
experiencing, but getting us both killed won’t save your
people.”

Even though that might be true, he should
know that I’m not going to simply sit around and watch my family
and friends die.

No matter what I have to do—or who I have to
go through—to get home to my people.

Having my mate partially beneath me, her
lithe body squirming against mine, is almost too much to bear. I
focus on my breath, relying on my training to overcome my need.

The sound of her begging to go back to her
people tears at my heart.

You can’t take her back to her planet. She
will only suffer, just as you did. Nightmares that will never go
away. The running. The screaming. The swirling red cloud that
engulfs everything in a haze.

I want to talk to her, but she’s not
thinking rationally.
Just as you didn’t. No one can think
rationally when their people are being exterminated.

And despite my efforts, I can feel the
mating marks on my chest, and even the ones on my stomach, are
starting to throb.

Even worse, the tattoo on my shoulder that
monitors the progression of the toxin is starting to stab at me in
warning. It was already twinging before I went planetside on
Lla’ei. I’ve gone too long without the healing bunk already...and
used the last of its charge to save my mate.

I’ll have to wait until I get back to the
space station for another charge.

“Please, stop fighting me.” My voice sounds
harsher than I intend it to, the stress on my body too much.

Of course, she headbutts me, making me see
stars for a moment.

“Take me home!” she demands, the fire in her
eyes burning through me.

I grit my teeth. “Such a fighter. A little
warrioress.”

“I’m not a little warrioress! I’m a
warrior!”

She’s even going to fight me on her
title.

Kiss her. Give her something else to think
about.

“Taking you back would be a death sentence.”
I force her hands to the floor again.

Finally, she stops struggling, giving me a
second to relax. “Why?”

“Because in the next few hours, the Ardaks
are going to release a toxin in the city centers. Eventually, it
will permeate the atmosphere. Once hit with the toxin, it only
takes about a year for all the people to die.”

“We have to stop it!”

“There’s nothing you can do! Believe
me!”

She stops abruptly. “Why not? How do you
know?”

“How do you think?” Slowly, I release her
wrists, knowing our fight is over. At least for now. To my
surprise, she brings her hands down, resting them lightly on her
stomach.

Some of the anger goes out of her eyes. “It
happened to your planet.” I swallow and nod. Even now I can’t speak
about it. Grief for my people overrides even the pain of the toxin
for a moment. What she doesn’t know about the toxin—what I’m not
telling her—is that it’s not a quick death. It’s slow, painful,
debilitating. Until one day, the body simply refuses to work.

And there’s only one way to slow it.
Endorphins. Our doctors found quickly that the devastating effects
of the toxin could be staved off for about a year if we dosed on
endorphins regularly. Either through getting a dose from our
healing bunks, or by mating.

I look down at her enticing green eyes.
Mating sounds pretty damn good right now. I shift as my cock
hardens, then gasp as a sharp stab of pain slices through my leg.
You need to heal. The toxin is spreading.

“What’s wrong with you?”

I look at her for long moments.
Is my
pain really so obvious?
“I’m injured,” I finally admit.

Her gaze runs over my body, pressed against
her side, my leg still thrown over hers. She seems to study me,
until finally reaching out to touch the mating marks on my
stomach.

I clench my muscles. Having her touch the
marks is almost too much.

She draws back. “Where are you hurt?”

Touch me again. Put those little hands on my
body.

I growl.
If she touches my mating marks
again, I won’t be able to hold back.

“It doesn’t matter. I need to get back to
the station so I can use it on myself.”

“Station?”

“The space station where the rest of my
people are.”

Her eyes widen. “You’re kidding right?”

I frown. “About what?”

She bits her lip. “About there being a
station…in space. That’s real?”

I hold back my laugh, remembering too late
how lacking in technology her people are. All of this must feel
like a bad dream more than reality to her. “Yes, it is a place
where my people go to meet and trade.”

Her fingers curl into the fabric of my
shirt. “That’s impossible. We’d know if there was a space
station.”

Now, I do laugh. “How? You’d spot it through
your telescopes?” I’m grinning, despite the pain that lingers in my
chest. “And it is actually quite a distance from here.”

She’s gone a little pale. “How far?”

“About two of your light-years.” I don’t
want to further frighten her, but I can’t help it. “We’re about to
go through a wormhole.”

I see it hit her all at once. I’m not just
taking her off her planet; I’m taking her far from all she’s known.
Far from the people she still thinks she can save. Her brows lower,
and her hands curl into fists. “What is a light year?”

Oh. Right.
“It’s how far light can
travel in one year.”

“How far light can travel? Two
light-years?”
she shrieks. Suddenly, she’s bucking and
kicking, trying to throw my legs off her.

She’s fighting a lot harder than she was
before.

“Stop,” I growl.

Then, I slid on top of her, pinning her
beneath me. She thrashes, every part of her body pressed against
mine. I grasp her hands, once more restraining them above her
head.

I know she’s angry. I should feel bad for
her. I should be thinking of anything except the breasts that are
bouncing with her every movement. But every part of me is aware of
her. As she thrashes, her womanhood brushes over and over against
my erection, and my head spins with need.

Mate with her. You need it.

No! I can’t take her like this. The tattoo
on my shoulder throbs with need, the mating marks burn, my cock
throbs. I’m not sure I could be gentle, woo her, and take her as a
warrior should the first time with his mate. In fact, I know I
couldn’t. The moment I release my mental hold on my body, it will
take her hard and fast. Already it makes demands, calling to
me.

I shake my head, trying to clear the
traitorous thoughts from my mind, though my body shakes with
need.

She isn’t calming.

I can’t stop her.

Fierce warrioress.

For long moments, my need to protect her
battles with my need to take her.

But I’m past the point of no return.

With a groan, I sink down over her and cover
her mouth with mine.

Why are you kissing your kidnapper,
Ande’ie?

The voice in the back of my mind doesn’t
sound happy. Not happy at all.

But then, even that thought flees my mind,
and I’m left with no thoughts at all. I can feel my body responding
to him. My lips part, inviting him in.

His tongue sweeps inside, forceful,
demanding. His scent is rich, manly. He kisses like he fights, his
tongue thrusts and parries with mine as his hands slip down the
inside of my arms, teasing the sensitive skin.

I feel paralyzed with pleasure as he parts
my legs even farther, making room for himself between them. He
grinds against me in an erotic action that has me arcing off the
floor into him, crying out against his mouth.

Why is this so hot?

I have every reason not to trust him, but
that doesn’t matter when he grinds against me again.

“Scream for me, little warrioress,” he
growls. “I want to hear my name on your lips.”

His name?

Shock washes over me like the cold waters of
the Lla’ei river.
I don’t even know his name.

“Stop.” I push against his chest.

He tries to kiss me again, his open mouth
reaching for mine.

I push harder. “Stop.”

He growls and his purple eyes meet mine.
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that,” he says with chagrin.

“Why?” But even as I ask the question, I’m
afraid I already know. A burning has begun in my blood, my skin has
become more sensitive.

He brings a hand down to run it up my
stomach, between my breasts, to splay it over my collarbone.
Shivers of pleasure rock through me, quivering my breasts
erotically. He slips a finger under the leather of my corset and
brushes over the tender nipples. “Do you feel that?”

I try to answer, but a long moan comes out
instead. I try to collect my thoughts. “It’s unbearable. What have
you done to me?”

“Only what you’ve done to me.” He takes my
mouth in another kiss.

Why is it affecting me like this?
I
can feel the pulsing in my nipples now, wetness growing between my
legs. I scissor them, trying to stop the powerful sensations. I can
feel my muscles contracting, begging for him to enter.

He doesn’t answer, but leans down and kisses
my neck. His tongue drives me crazy, shivers run up and down my
spine, and my body begins to shake. His fingers come up to entwine
with mine by my face.

What is this?
I ask myself, even as
my head spins.
I’ve been aroused before, but it was nothing like
this. Is it an alien thing?

I groan.
Do I care?

He rises onto his elbows, kissing me
tenderly. But the burning in my blood has me wrapping my legs
around him, trying to pull him closer.

He rolls over so that I’m on top, straddling
his waist. My skirt rides up and my hands go to the laces in the
front of my leather corset, opening it as quickly as I can. His
hands run up my thighs and around to cup the curves of my ass
possessively. The minute the corset is undone, his hands leave my
ass to smooth up over my stomach, under the cotton of my
undershirt, to cup my breasts skin to skin. I arch my back, sinking
further into the sensation.

He sits up and pulls my undershirt off over
my head, sliding an arm around my back to bring my nipple to his
waiting mouth. My hands thread through my hair at the incredible
pleasure of his lips on my breasts.

He slides me off his lap and stands,
sweeping me up into his arms. My lips go to his neck. I can’t even
speak, my body is on fire.

He exits the room, and we enter another room
across the hall. A large, rather luxurious bed awaits. He tosses me
on it gently and tears his shirt off over his head, revealing
bronzed skin and hardened muscle. The body of a warrior. There are
black, swirling marks across his chest and stomach. They look raw
and powerful. But I don’t have time to worry about them. I rise on
my knees and reach for the fastenings of his pants. I want to see
more.

He helps me remove his pants and his fingers
go to my skirt, sliding it and my panties off in one motion. My
hands are itching to explore his pulsing length, but I need him
inside me more.

It’s me who’s on him this time, pushing him
back onto the bed, sliding over him and covering him with my body.
I position myself over him, and his groan is almost a cry as I
slide down onto his hardened length.

His hands roam over every inch of my back
and my curves as I move on him, seeking relief for the fire in my
veins. I move faster and faster, his hands urging me along as he
covers one of my nipples with his mouth. He nips, sucks, and runs
his tongue over the skin and peaks of my breasts. I can’t stand
it.

He rolls so that he’s on top once more. He
moves lower kissing my neck and then my chest. For one second, I
think I know where he’s going and an image of his hot mouth between
my legs has me arching. But then, he surprises me. Sliding his arms
beneath my legs, he rises to kiss my mouth once more. With my legs
over the crooks of his elbows, I’m spread wide, trembling and
waiting. I raise my pelvis and he enters me more deeply than I’d
been taken before. It’s exactly what I need. He starts a smooth
rocking motion, the angle allowing him to slide against my G-spot
and my pulsing nub with every motion.

I wrap my arms around him and sink my
fingers into the skin of his shoulders, holding on for dear life as
pleasure begins to explode inside my brain. I burst into shudders
as I reach the peak, crying out into his neck, expecting him to
slow.

But he doesn’t, instead shifting slightly so
he hits me at another angle, giving me a momentary break until the
fire starts building again. He growls when I explode the second
time, convulsing around him, a wail leaving my lips.

He pauses for a second, kissing me again.
“This time is for me,” he says when he’s finished, and his devilish
body starts to move again. But even though he said this time was
for him, he readjusts, I realize I’m going to come again.

We explode together and I see stars behind
my eyes. Our bodies are glistening, our breaths mingling as we
cuddle together on the bed.

I lick my lips, barely able to move. “I
never knew it could be like this.”

“It usually isn’t.”

“Why is it so different with you?”

“Because I’m a Tuorian. And because…you’re
my mate.”