Free Alien Warrior's Captive Earthling: SciFi Alien Romance by Kat Emm Page A

blood that tried to break his control, with a kiss. He had forced the last kiss, and Anna had been much more winsome and pliable then.
    He found the difference immediately. This Anna, conscious of what she was doing, challenged his mouth, not giving in and submitting, but passionately taking and provoking. Her lips taunted his, dipped away, forced him to seek them, and then they melted into his. Only to tease again with a taste of her tongue offered and withdrawn, until he demanded it back, then he worked it deeply. Until she’d moaned, and he’d felt triumph fill him.
    He felt her small hands as they pushed on his chest. She had no hope to move him, or stop him. But he regarded her feelings more important than the ones he lacked, so he broke the kiss, and he allowed her hands to move him back. Her hand flew to her lips, her gaze a torrential combination of passion and confusion.
    The ache to sweep her up into his arms and carry her into the bedchamber was strong and made the muscles in his arms twitch slightly. He’d never kissed a woman before Anna. Never really kissed one. His Keeper had forced him to be as good at sex as he was at killing, but that was functioning sexual tasks without emotion. Now he was overfilled with emotion. It strained his control. 
    And he wanted more, even as Anna looked overwhelmed.
    “Z-Zyn,” she stuttered. Then she whispered, “I’ve never been kissed like that. I’ve never kissed any one like—” 
    He took that as an unusual experience, so perhaps the wrath of emotion which boiled under the surface of his outward impassiveness was not strange.
    “—Like you just kissed me,” he finished for her.
    She searched his gaze, and he knew his Viper side was beating red highlights in his irises. It should have been harder to control his blood lust for her. It was there and it nagged him and tempted him, but he cared too much for her to take it. The history of Vipers and Tellurians had shown that he could destroy her if he went there. He would not take the chance.
    She nodded, and about the kiss he said, “It is how civilians say goodbye.”
    Surprise, worry, and a bit of confusion passed across her lovely features. “No you can’t,” she gasped.
    Turning away from her then was the hardest thing he’d done. “You will be safe here, Anna,” he started to say.
    But over him, she had exclaimed, “You have thirty days, Zyn! Don’t leave me alone the first night.” He stalled. Was she afraid to be alone? Her hand grasped his arm from behind. “Please,” she asked more softly. “Can’t you just stay tonight?”
    He hadn’t turned back, because her temptation was too acute.
    “For one night,” he agreed, and he heard her sigh of relief.
    “Thank you.”
    She let his arm go, while he wondered where his logic had gone too. But then he remembered he’d never asked Anna about any other traps within the shoes. How could he have forgotten something so essential? It unnerved him. It appeared his clear-thinking mind was gone.
    “I need to feed and condition,” he muttered, as he walked away from her, and he hadn’t looked back.

Chapter Eight
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    A nna knew what Zyn meant when he’d said he had to feed. Blood. He would feed on blood, yet he’d refused hers. However she didn’t know what he’d meant by saying he needed to “condition.” But just the fact he was staying made her think she ought to give him some space and time. Especially after that kiss. He wouldn’t take her blood, but he’d certainly taken her mouth, and it hadn’t felt dispassionate at all.
    She turned toward the bedchamber, after she’d watched Zyn stalk into another room off the main one.
    “He’s leaked quite a bit of emotion, just let him simmer down,” she murmured, as she wondered what was in the room Zyn went into.
    But she forced herself to go to the bedchamber. He’d said he would stay one night and that meant she had time to convince him to stay longer. Not because she