Stolen by the Warlord: A Sci-Fi Alien Warrior Romance (Ash Planet Warriors Book 1)

by V. K. Ludwig

  “What about Olgem?”

  “He’s young; he’ll follow. I love when you smile like this,” he whispered between kisses along the side of my neck, lapping at my skin, groaning at the taste. “Your scent is hard to resists, kunazay.”

  The moment I twisted toward him, he nibbled along my jawline. “How did you manage to do it for so long?”

  “Superior breeding,” he said with a faint laugh. “That, or Mekara blessed me with a massive amount of self-discipline at birth. Are you truly ready for this?”

  My nod came without delay. “You made me a promise.”

  “Oh, I intend to keep it, but first—” Grabbing my legs, he helped me turn around to face him and pulled me to straddle him.

  Gray fingers clasped my chin, bringing it up so he could tilt his head and gently kiss down along my throat toward my sternum. “This is me courting you with my lips.” He suckled along my collarbone. “My tongue.” He trailed the tip up along the side of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “My fangs.” He ran them over my earlobe, sending a wave of heat between my legs. “My hands.”

  They kneaded my hips, rolling the apex of his palm over them in slow, sensual circles. His kisses never stopped. They caressed wherever they reached, showering me with all the affection this male had kept to himself for far too long. I soaked it all up, allowed myself to drown in it, and yet I always wanted more.

  “I love you,” he rasped and wrapped his tail around my middle, letting his hand slip between my legs where he fumbled the fabric aside. “Will love you until we go to Mekara, our spines crooked with age, and then I will love you even more once our souls find each other in her realm. Love you beyond time.”

  I stroked his cheek, and a gasp escaped my lips when he shoved my panties aside. “I love you, too.”

  He rubbed his knuckles along my wet slit, and a satisfied smirk came over his lips. “Dripping. Ready to take my… my knot… and…”

  His voice trailed off, and he clenched his eyes shut, his entire body tense with how he fought his baser instincts. I was at the cusp of my heat, and our bond vibrated in harmony, like a siren’s song luring him to me.

  “Kiss me,” he choked out. “While I still can.”

  I took his lips between mine, but something had already shifted in him. He pulled back, only to kiss me more passionately, not allowing my lips to do anything but tingle and grow puffy at how he dominated them.

  His hand stroked harder between my legs, shaking with how he fought the rut. It was evident in how his breathing turned ragged, each of his exhales accompanied with a clench of those defined muscles on his stomach.

  When his other hand clasped my throat, I lost a little gasp to the slither of air between us. He hummed right then, but even that was frayed. His thumb prodded my chin, forcing me to tilt my head back. There was no warning when his fangs clasped around my jawline in a lustful bite.

  “It’s time,” I whispered, prodding his shoulder until his bite eased, and he leaned back.

  “Yes.” He cleared his voice, called Olgem, and climbed back onto his back but didn’t lower himself into the saddle until he’d adjusted that erection behind his loincloth. “Will you give me a good chase, kunazay?”

  “I’ll try my best,” I said and turned around, leaning forward to gather Canja’s reins. “Just give me a second—”

  Kicking her back into a sprint, I gave a tug on the reins. Canja’s front paws left the ground in a small rear, and she spun left, thrusting us into an unexpected escape toward the incline of a plateau. Behind me, Toagi’s curses faded away against the boom of pawbeats.

  But not for long.

  Each time I glanced over my shoulder, grinning, Olgem stretched his black legs a little longer. They charged after us, shrinking the distance, dodging rocks and small boulders that loitered the ground the closer we came to the roll wall.

  I rode up the incline to the clanks of pebbles shifting, where long blades of grass tickled my toes and brushed along my naked soles. When I spotted a half-rotten trunk lying in the grass, I let Canja jump.

  It did the trick because Olgem refused it and slid to a stop. The force thrust Toagi forward, and he would have taken a fall, but he gripped to the yuleshi’s neck as he struggled himself back into the saddle. When his gaze caught with mine, he bared his fangs, perhaps even hissed. Then he continued to storm behind me.

  I would have been disappointed if he hadn’t.

  The night Toagi stole me, he’d told me never to give a Jal’zar reason to chase me. That it excited them more than I would like, and I could read the truth of those words in his eyes. Even with distance between us, something fierce blazed in those purple eyes of his. But that was not all.

  Thick veins darkened his skin where strong shoulders tied into the well-thewed muscles of his chest. The wind swept through his long, dark silver hair, and the light put a sheen onto his black horns. My heart danced at the sight, and our zovazay thrummed with awareness.

  However long it took me to rip my gaze from him was too long. He let Olgem eat the distance between us, maneuvering his yuleshi along the cliff where nothing stood in the way of speed. When Toagi reined him sharp left, I tried to turn Canja.

  Turn, she did, but Toagi had already braced his soles against the saddle. He jumped at me. His arms wrapped around my shoulder, but it wasn’t until one protectively cradled my head did I will my armor around me.

  My ass left the saddle.

  We hit the ground together, stirring up a massive cloud of dust as we tumbled through the grass. The moment his grip eased on me, I rolled away from him and rose. So did he, his chest expanding wide at each inhale.

  Staring at each other, we sidestepped in a circle. He mirrored each of my movements, his eyes darker than usual, predatory. And while he did, the memory of his words purred across my skin. Do you know how a Jal’zar male claims his female?

  He’d chased me down.

  If he would sting me again, I couldn’t say. The thought alone should have my heart beating faster with each aggressive lash of his tail. Instead, my clit throbbed, and my nipples hardened. Two moons ago, Toagi told me I would beg for his seed. I was damn close, aching for his knot to fill me.

  But he’d wanted a fight.

  None of it would be fair given how he already angled a horn at me in a playful warning, so I didn’t bother going by the rules. I retreated my armor and moaned, rolling my hips, luring him in.

  “Finally, begging.” Toagi stepped toward me, lips parted, and his tongue slapped noisily against his gums.

  Sampling the air.

  Tasting my heat.

  When he was a mere step away from me, fingers already messing with the ties on the side of his loincloth, he tried to sling his tail around my waist.

  I grabbed it with both hands. One hard tug and he spun on his heels. The soles slipped out from underneath him, not unbalancing him enough to fall, but it gave me a window of opportunity.

  Cold scales spread across my body. I lifted my leg and kicked him against a horn, and a hrrrk resonated the plateau as I sent him to the ground face first. Torn silk drifting around me, I sat astride his back, struggling to hold his horns still.

  He wiggled and pulled.

  I gripped his horns tighter.

  Which was probably what he wanted…

  With one rapid jerk of his horns, he unseated me and tossed me onto my back. He was on top of me even before I sucked in another breath. His dirty smirk ran a shudder across my body, hardening my nipples to aching points.

  Gripping my wrists, he brought my arms to the left and right of my head while his soles pressed against my ankles, making it impossible for me to kick him. I bucked instead, but all it got me was a snarl before he groaned.

  Because his cock bounced at each move.

  During our short-lived fight, he must have lost his loincloth. Now his thick shaft jerked in anticipation, and a bead of cum glistened at the slit of his crown, from where a string of it connected with the silk bunche
d around my hips.

  When his tailclaw thrust toward my side, I yelped.

  I braced for the pain.

  He stabbed it into the ground instead.

  Grabbing my hips, he released his hold on me and, in one rapid move, flipped me onto my stomach. My panties ripped. His arm slung around my belly, and he pulled me up onto my knees, his breathing heavy and ragged behind me.

  He growled, his voice a deep purr that prickled across my skin. “You are mine before Mekara.”

  Our fight was all the foreplay I got.

  His cock prodded my slick opening.

  A gasp escaped me at the sudden intrusion, and I grappled at blades of grass before me as he thrust into my pussy. He drew back and thrust again, working his knot all the way in with a deep groan. His hand trembled on my hip as if he fought against his urge to rut me like the young, virile Jal’zar he was.

  A fight he lost at the next stroke.

  With a roar, he fucked into me harder, his rhythm impulsive, each unpredictable roll of his hips ripping little moans from my lips. The weight of his other hand pushed down on my lower back, relentlessly, until I arched for him, took him deeper.

  “Do you feel this, kunazay?” he choked out, his voice rough as if speaking cost him genuine effort. “Your tight cunt is already milking seed from me. It’s all yours, and your heat will make it grow.”

  A violent tremor raced through me. My senses heightened at his raw words, and soil crunched underneath my palms as I pushed back when he started to rut me for real.

  Something about this act, how he fucked me out here in the open for everyone to see and hear closed those hairline cracks of doubt with me. Because nobody cared.

  It was just my kunozay and I, and that bond between us that had become its own entity. Every torturous thrust made it hum, showing me what it meant to be bound to the rebel warlord. The male who gifted me his strength but now demanded it back with each slap of his groin against my ass.

  Each stroke worked me toward unimaginable pleasure — his and mine. We shared in it through zovazay, and our moans mingled to become one as the experience shook me to the core.

  No, it shook both of us to the core.

  I sensed his orgasm building and mine along with it. His final thrust ripped an oomph from me, and he nudged his pelvis tightly against me. What remained were little pulsations. Like that, he eased us into our peak together, letting it wash over us in an endless wave that matched the gentle breeze drifting from the vast, open plains of Solgad.

  His hand still trembled when he placed it on my breast, kneading the flesh through whatever was left of my dress as he pulled me up against him. He kissed the side of my neck, his whispers assuring me of his love, telling me of the child he was confident he put in my belly.

  We stayed out there on the plateau until the sun set, allowing ourselves to forget what we’d been before.

  I’d been somebody. He’d been nobody.

  Together, we were just… us.

  This concludes Stolen by the Warlord. If you have a spare minute, please leave a review. Are you ready for Katedo, the scarred warlord who seems to have no luck with the females? You can order his book here.

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