Passionate by Moonbeam

Author:Cynthia Sax [Sax, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781419949128
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc
Published: 2013-12-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

The gap in the window covering allowed a shaft of light from Earth’s single sun to enter his Win’s chamber. The warmth spread across Vern’s bare legs, casting shadows over his ridged skin.

Vern had terminated his sleep cycle before the bedside time teller signaled five, the unbridled energy inside him not allowing him to rest. He had watched his druzka for many moments, savoring the sight of her sweet face, vowing to find a way to stay with her.

He had assumed his first battle would be with Ruler Arystokrata Nazwisko, expecting his fellow Silans to retrieve him before sunrise. They hadn’t arrived.

And now, twenty-two human males and one human female surrounded their chambers, their maneuverings obscenely loud. One rough-voiced male shushed the other humans, reminding them to be quiet and not spook the enemy.

Are we the enemy? Vern sniffed the morning air. He smelled gunpowder and his lips flattened. The humans carried those puny weapons Warrior Krol Nowak’s human mate favored.

They’ll damage themselves. Vern sat upright, taking his little female with him. “Wake, my Win.” He brushed the brown curls back from her cheeks. “You must dress.”

“Hmmm…” She sank deeper into his lap, her curves fitting perfectly against his angles, his red sex marks on her pale skin declaring to all other males that she belonged to him.

“I must take the weapons away from the humans.” He nuzzled his chin into her hair, relishing the softness.

“What?” Her head snapped upward, her skull connecting with his chin, the contact more surprising than painful. “Ouch.” His Win rubbed her head.

Alarm filled Vern. “Did you damage yourself?” He removed her hands and examined the point of impact. There was no blood, no visible signs of damage. He relaxed. “You will remain in the chambers as I deal with the humans.” He sprang to his feet and palmed the zbran his Win had set on the desk.

“Wait.” His Win grabbed his zbran arm. “How do you know they’re out there?”

“I can hear them, smell them,” he explained. She wrinkled her cute little nose, humans not having finely honed senses.

“See.” Vern pushed the gray window covering aside. Humans, dressed in green garments and carrying large weapons, ducked behind cars and posts. Vern grinned, finding their attempts at hiding extremely amusing. “I will remove their weapons so they do not damage themselves.”

“I have a clear shot, Major Chapple, sir,” a male said, his words curt. He stood behind the post closest to the window, his shoulders and weapon visible.

“Move, my Win.” Vern shoved his frail female behind him, blocking her with his body, vividly aware of her thin skin and lack of protective ridges.

“Stand down, Sergeant,” the rough-voice male replied. “The limousine driver informed me the enemy had a civilian hostage. She could still be alive.”

“Unlikely,” another male muttered.

“My female is alive,” Vern yelled, not wanting them to shoot and possibly harm his Win. “Fixer Winona—”

“Doctor,” his Win corrected, her curves flattening against his back.

“Dr. Winona Tilsdale has suffered no damage, Major Chapple, sir.” He mimicked Sergeant’s mode of address, wishing not to cause the humans any offense.

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