(Series Finale) Sedrik, the first battle born general, is given command of the Earth-side forces just in time to face the most daunting enemy yet, the dreaded Evonti. Rebecca, a human female, holds the key to locating the Evonti stronghold and driving the insidious threat back to their own dimension. There’s only one problem. Sedrik catches Rebecca’s scent and realizes she’s his mate. Now all he can think about is kissing, claiming, and keeping her safe.
After risking her life to escape her abusive ex-husband, Rebecca doesn’t trust anyone. Then she meets Sedrik. He’s handsome, sensual, and oh so tempting. But he has ulterior motives. How can she ever be sure he wants her as his mate and not just a source of information?
Copyright © 2017 Cyndi Friberg
A red haze clouded her vision as she whirled to face him. “What did you do to her?”
“She’s unharmed,” he stressed. “She was on my ship when I left, but she might have—” His eyes widened as she flew at him, fingernails poised to rip into his face. He caught her wrists and drew her toward him. “Calm down.”
Rebecca was beyond caution, beyond logic. She didn’t care that he was twice her size. She was so tired of manipulation and outright lies, so tired of living in fear, and endangering anyone who helped her. “If you’ve hurt her, I’ll kill you!”
He wrapped his arms around her, trapping hers between their bodies. She arched and twisted, kicking furiously at his shins.
“I haven’t hurt her. I—”
She slammed her forehead into his chest, clipping his chin in the process.
Apparently losing patience with her tantrum, he bent his knees and banded her legs just below her butt. He slid her up his body until their faces were on a level. The strange purple rings in his eyes glowed and the tension in his jaw revealed his annoyance.
“I did not hurt her,” he insisted. “Now calm the hells down.”
“Screw you!” She tried to head-butt him, but he was too fast.
He turned to the side and pressed her back against the ragged rock wall. Before she could guess his intention, he covered her mouth with his.
Shocked by his irrational response to her anger, she just hung there in midair for a moment. But his lips were warm and firm, his breath mingling with hers. She felt helpless dangling like a ragdoll, so she wrapped her legs around his lean waist.
He tilted his head and took the kiss deeper. His fresh woodsy smell filled her nose as his lips seduced her mouth. He didn’t rush her, didn’t force his way past her lips. Instead, he teased her with his tongue even as his lips soothed her with slow, sliding caresses.
She felt lightheaded and lethargic. How was he doing this? As if commanded by his will rather than hers, she parted her lips and allowed him inside. His taste spread across her tongue and sank into her being. She’d never encountered anything that smelled or tasted so good.
Her tongue slid against his and his taste intensified. Heat curled through her body, pooling between her thighs. She groaned, rubbing her mound against him with uninhibited need.
He grabbed her butt with both hands, guiding their bodies into better alignment. His considerable erection pressed against her clit and they moaned into each other’s mouths.
Suddenly afraid of the intensity, she jerked her head to the side. “What did you…why did you kiss me?” She panted softly, keeping her face averted.
“The alternative was to slap you and I thought we’d both enjoy this more.” Shifting her weight to free one of his hands, he guided her head back around. “Do you understand what you’re feeling?”
“I’m feeling rocks digging into my back and your hand squeezing my ass.”
He smiled and pulled her away from the wall before he lowered her feet to the floor. But he didn’t step back. He pressed both hands against the wall, caging her with his body. “Rodyte males can recognize potential mates by their scent. With females it often takes taste and touch to create the same reaction.”
She shook her head. “I’m not your mate.”
“Not yet,” he whispered, leaning down to nuzzle her hair.