Free Bay's Mercenary [Unearthly World Book 1] by C. L. Scholey

Her next mating, she is more careful; she may even choose a young
inexperienced warrior and that is when the male suffers her anger.”
    Bay flopped back
onto the bed. “ Gawd , what a nightmare.”
    “Why do you have
breasts?”
    “What?”
    “I mean I know
females have breasts, but our females only have them for a month when nursing
the males. Yours are beautiful, so rounded and soft-looking. Everything about
you is soft and cute. It’s so hard to wrap my head around the idea a female
could be so vulnerable; it’s mind boggling—you have no idea. I think that’s why
my cycle has sped up; every time I look at you my heart hammers in my chest.”
    “Breasts are just
part of an Earth female’s anatomy.”
    She smiled
inwardly at his words; he looked so astounded every time he glanced at her. Bay
knew he was torn between jumping on her or picking her
up. Bay sat up and had a thought. Zane knew she was different from the Zargonnii females; if she stressed the point with proof, perhaps
it would be easier for Zane to maintain control. Bay pushed her wrap down,
exposing her breasts.
    “Give me your
hand.”
    Zane gave her his
hand and she brought it to her breast.
    “You are so supple
everywhere, and yet you have no wrinkles to grow larger. I know you seem
surprised when I speak of my mother, only knowing her for a month. I remember
her features, her scent. I remember the way she felt. Her breasts weren’t soft
like yours; they were as hard as the rest of her. Only the nipple was
vulnerable. While nursing me, my mother stayed in the female domain, near other
mothers who nursed sons.”
    There was
something in his voice that drew Bay closer. Zane was a man who needed warmth,
comfort. Her all-powerful, warrior mercenary craved
affection. Bay traced her fingers over his high cheek bones, down to the
base of his throat. She lifted her other hand and ran the pad of her thumb
across his lips. Zane’s breath increased; his look of wonder was a gift.
    Zane was rolling a
nipple in his fingers. His large hand reached down and with a single rip of her
wrap Bay was naked. Zane gripped her under her arms and tossed her higher onto
the bed, she landed with a bounce and shoved her hands against his chest when
he tried to lay over her.
    “Easy,” she
warned.
    “Sorry, but this
is very arousing.”
    “You will get more
aroused if you are gentle. If you crush me, you’ll kill me—not too arousing
then.”
    “Every part of me
is screaming I’m to be on top of you; I’m the stronger mate this time.”
    “You can be on
top. You have to remember to keep from crushing me.”
    “I’m trying.” The
words were torn from Zane’s mouth. “I haven’t mated with a female since Draven’s mother; let me mate you, and I swear the next time
I will have more control. Bay, if you only knew what I battle inside, because I
can’t battle you on the outside.”
    “Then take me to
the bottom of the bed,” Bay’s words were raspy with her panic. Zane was too
heavy and it was growing harder to breathe. She should have known his first
time with her would be difficult for them both. He had warned her he would be
primal—he also swore he would battle to control his nature. She could see him
battling; one second he was growing, the next he stopped himself, then started
then stopped. He looked like he was being tortured internally.
    Zane dragged her
to the bottom of the bed until he stood before her breathing hard and fast. Bay
knew they would have to compromise. She encouraged him to stand between her
thighs.
    “Yes, this is
perfect. My weight won’t be on you, and I will still be on top; I can control
this.”
    Bay hoped so,
because if he started growing for real, the deal was off. A being of well over
six feet was one thing, but a being over seven feet was another. And Zane was
breathing like a locomotive. His hands were firm as he gripped her hips and
pulled her up until her legs were over his elbows on either side. His firm
thick cock