Warlord's Mercy: A SciFi Alien Romance (Chamele Barbarian Warlords Book 5) by Cynthia Sax

Author:Cynthia Sax [Sax, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Two planet rotations later, Lea folded some of the garments she’d completed and placed them into a huge pack. They would be transported to Har, her selling partner, so he could sell them.

Her Warlord was accompanying her as she trekked to the market. At the moment, he frowned down at the ass coverings she’d chosen for him to wear. They had been set on the sleeping support.

“Are these for me?” His forehead furrowed with thought lines.

He must not like them.

She sighed. “I realize they’re not worthy of a great Warlord like yourself.” The ass coverings she was fabricating for him weren’t quite ready. She had modified an existing one to accommodate his large size. Those ass coverings were much simpler in design. “But you can’t wear yours. They’re horribly stained.”

She crafted one-of-a-kind garments. His obscenely plain ass coverings would reflect poorly upon her and her work.

“Wear them for this outing.” She stuffed as many garments as she could fit into the pack, not knowing when she would make another delivery of them.

Har claimed he could sell anything and everything she produced. She’d test that claim.

“You crafted this for me.” Her Warlord picked up the garment. The leather would be decadently soft against his skin. She only used the best pieces in her fabrications. “You’re giving me this, and you gave me the neck decoration.”

The male never took the neck decoration off.

He liked it, and that filled her with tremendous satisfaction.

“It’s nothing.” Lea shrugged. “Crafting garments is what I do.”

That was easier to accomplish with her mother’s piercing tool. Her gaze shifted to it. It meant the universe to her that her Warlord had retrieved it.

“It’s not nothing.” He discarded his old ass coverings, donned the replacements. “It’s everything.” He ran his hands over the strips of leather hanging from the waistband. “There are sheaths for my daggers.” He slid blades into the spaces allotted.

She leaned over, pressing down on the pack of garments. It was overfull. She huffed and puffed as she struggled to close it.

Her Warlord placed one of his big hands on it. The gap significantly narrowed.

She fastened the pack.

“There are no holsters built into your ass coverings, unfortunately.” The customer she’d originally constructed it for didn’t utilize guns.

“No holsters are needed.” Tolui stuffed guns in his waistband.

The weapons disrupted the lie of the leather. She swallowed her protests.

Her Warlord had voiced his uneasiness with her leaving the tunnels. He had been hunting Daisun for planet rotations, hadn’t yet located him. That was a source of great frustration to her control-seeking male.

She wouldn’t ask him to venture outside without his guns.

“We should go.” Lea grunted as she slung the massive garment pack over her shoulder. Its weight knocked her off balance. “Yikes.” She toppled backward.

Her Warlord grabbed her wrists and drew her upward. He wrapped his arms around her waist, securing her to him. His chest flattened her breasts. His scent filled her nostrils.

She breathed deeply, savoring the smell of him. “Thank you. That’s the second time you’ve stopped me from falling on my face.

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