Protected by the Alien Warrior Hope Hart (books that read to you .txt) 📖

He catches my hand and pulls me to him, plundering my mouth.

His lips turn gentle, and he stares at me with dark eyes as I raise a shaking hand, running it over his cheek.

“You shouldn’t be alone tonight. Come sleep in your own bed.”

He doesn’t argue, following me into his room. I pull the furs over us as he hauls me close, his huge hand cupping the back of my head.

“He was a good male,” he says suddenly, his voice hoarse with grief. “When I first decided to move here, I was a young warrior, my voice still breaking. He taught me how to grow vegetables.”

I try to blink back my tears, but they spill from my eyes and onto his neck. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I should have known he would be a target. I should have convinced him to let me set more traps around his tashiv.”

“It’s not your fault either. He was a stubborn man.”

“He was.” Vrex is quiet for a long moment. “Go to sleep.”

Neither of us truly sleep. I nod off occasionally, then wake as Vrex’s body tenses below mine. At one point, I reach up and find his face wet. He tenses further, and I shush him.

“It’s okay to mourn your friend.”

He’s silent, and I pretend to sleep, giving him privacy as he grieves.

Ivy

I wake to a hot mouth on mine, and I gasp, a moan leaving my throat as Vrex’s lips travel to my neck. It’s still dark, but in spite of how tired I am, I’m desperate for him, my skin too tight, my thighs trembling.

He kisses me right below my ear, and my hands clutch at his shoulders.

“How are you so beautiful?” he murmurs.

I smile in the dark. “I could ask you the same thing.”

He snorts and then kisses his way down to my breasts. My tunic is gone, I realize.

“Did you undress me?”

He pauses, raising his head. “I may have helped you out of your clothes.”

“Jeez, I must’ve been really out of it.”

“Large animals make less noise when they sleep,” he agrees solemnly, and I laugh.

He returns his attention to my breasts, a low curse leaving him as I shiver at his attention, my nipples hardening. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue against it, and I sigh, trembling against him.

The muscles in his back flex as I run my hands over them, and I dampen further. His body is insane.

I move one of my hands around, running my fingers along the hills and valleys of his abs. He lifts his head, his jaw tight as he catches my hand in his.

“It has been too long. I may embarrass myself if you touch me right now.”

I smile at that, and he curses, dropping a kiss to my lips. We make out for a few minutes until I’m writhing against him, and he lets out a low laugh at my impatience.

I feel drunk when he kisses me, and I immediately want his mouth back when it leaves mine. But he’s moving down my body, kissing and nipping and licking.

He hums against my thigh, gazing up at me, and the image of him between my legs makes me gasp.

I’m aching for him. His fingers dip into the wet heat of me, stroking and playing while I writhe. His head lowers, and this time I’m the one cursing as he slides his tongue over the sensitive bud of my clit.

“Inside me,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Now.”

He glowers up at me as if I’ve taken away his favorite toy, but from the hard line of his jaw, I can tell he’s barely holding on to his control.

I want him to lose it.

His thick shaft presses into me slowly, and his head lowers once more as he plunders my mouth. I groan against his lips as he thrusts all the way in, right where I’m aching for him.

He thrusts again and again, driving me crazy as he grinds against me. He reaches his hand under my butt, angling my hips, and my eyes almost roll into my head as I wrap my legs around his waist.

My climax hits me, and I gasp as he buries his head in my neck, continuing his relentless, skillful rhythm. He drives himself into me, and incredibly, I feel another climax burning up my spine, my body shuddering as I cling to him.

I open my eyes, finding him gazing down at me, something like reverence in his eyes. He quakes above me, rocking into me once more as he lets out a low groan.

We’re silent for a long time. I don’t know about him, but I feel shell-shocked, wrung out by the pleasure that just exploded through me.

He hauls me on top of him, and I don’t miss the stark pain on his face as he uses his bad arm.

“You need to be careful with that,” I tell him breathlessly, and he raises his eyebrow. It’s evident that he’s not used to anyone caring, and my chest tightens at the thought.

“Why do you live out here all alone, Vrex? Don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful, but you keep mentioning the camps that your people live in.”

He’s quiet for a few moments. “I used to be a member of Dexar’s tribe. He is another tribe king, only this was when his father was still ruling. My mother died while attempting to bring my sibling into this world. She had always been weak, prone to sickness, and she lost too much blood.”

“I’m so sorry.”

He stares up at the ceiling, his fingers running through my hair. “When she died, my father fell apart. He turned to noptri—a drink that steals your wits,” he explains at my frown. “Suddenly, he no longer cared that he still had a son.” His voice hardens. “I take after my mother. I have her eyes and many of the same features. My father could not stand to look at me.”

My heart breaks at the pain in his