Rendan (Scifi Alien Dragon Romance) (Dragons of Preor Book 4) by Celia Kyle & Erin Tate

Author:Celia Kyle & Erin Tate [Kyle, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-08-02T04:00:00+00:00

Carla would lose none since Rendan would never give her offspring. Ever. She would never again see the ravages of war. Not while he lived. He could not stand to see the tears escaping her eyes, the liquid flowing down her cheeks. They were proof of her sadness, the devastation that still lingered from her past.

He glanced at the meal spread before them, the remnants littering the table, and decided the mess could be dealt with at another time. At that moment, his mate needed him more than the dishes needed washing.

Rendan tightened his grip on his mate and rose from his seat in a single, flowing movement. His wings curled around his shoulders, shielding Carla without thought. His instinctive need to protect his mate from all threats—emotional or physical—showing themselves with the movement.

He turned toward Carla’s bedroom, the large space a mere twenty feet from the dining area, and slowly moved toward the room. He’d read much about human emotions and reactions since the Knowing was not, unfortunately, all knowing when it came to humans.

Human females found “crawling beneath the covers” and “hibernating” to be comforting actions. There was also mention of chocolate infused food and something called ays-krim. It was some sort of frozen dessert made from the milk of an Earth cow.

Rendan did not see the appeal and his dragon’s mind was more interested in consuming the Earth cow, not its milk. But he did not have to understand in order to care for his mate. He simply had to do.

He eased through the open doorway, careful not to hit his mate’s feet or head on the jamb. The moment he stepped in, the scents in the room surrounded him, wrapping him even tighter in his mate’s natural flavors. Sweet. Spicy. Hot. Cool.

Hurt.

That was the aroma he detested above all others. The scent of her hurt stung his nose, squeezed his throat and tightened around his lungs. It stole the very breath from his body and went so deep as to injure his soul.

If it’d been a physical hurt, he could have withstood that discomfort, but this was something he couldn’t correct with a ryaapir unit.

Carla trembled in his arms, small body shaking, and a hoarse sob tore from her mouth. Tears flowed over his skin, soaking his chest and uniform bands. That merely had him tightening his hold, grounding her in the present while the past continued to push against her heart. He ached for what she endured, but he was in her life. He would ensure she was never hurt in such a way again.

Rendan padded to the large bed and lowered his body to the edge, still clutching his mate tightly.

“Hush, shaa kouva,” he murmured against her temple.

The endearment rolled off his tongue, quickly and easily replacing shaa soma. She’d responded to his verbal claiming mere moments ago with her own shaa kouvi and he would not allow their relationship to go back to where it was.

“I am here. You are well. Do not mourn so.

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