to Bethany and he offered no excuse. Bethany wasn’t the only one who was having issues with her warrior. Adan was hopelessly in love with Blu who avoided her except to viciously keep any other warrior away from her. The poor girl was so confused by Blu’s actions, she was eerily silent at times.
The other women were equally confused. She had seen Bertha. Titus had put her in a room all to herself, the women took turns visiting her and taking her food. None of the warriors wanted anything to do with her. Bethany wondered if the woman was going crazy, she spent a great deal of time humming and rocking back and forth. All of the women wondered where they were being taken. Tasia kept her warrior at arm’s length as did the others. Right now, Bethany’s thoughts centered on Finn. He looked exhausted.
“My urge to Holiday with you grows stronger.”
Bethany was sitting beside him on the bench in the eating hall as he rubbed at weary eyes. She was eating a type of oatmeal with softened meat chunks. Finn informed her their food was too hard for human teeth unless it was boiled or pre-chewed by a Zargonnii. The idea made Bethany gag until he told her the warriors had come prepared with the developed substance in case they proved lucky.
“Holiday means sex. I get that. It sounds so primitive.” Bethany scooped up some food onto a large spoon and nibbled the contents, it wasn’t bad.
“Not primitive, a necessity to our species survival.”
“I’m not necessary to your survival.”
“To mine you are.”
“For a badass warrior you are pretty sensitive.”
“You find me weak for not pouncing on you and taking what I want. I can remedy that.”
Bethany had never heard him sound so angry. “I didn’t say you were weak, not by any means. I just think you’re sensitive. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Bethany cried out when she was hauled to her feet by another warrior. Finn flipped the long table over when he jumped up.
“Release my female,” he roared.
“I’m not hurting her, I’m curious. She doesn’t wear your scent. After all this time,” the other warrior argued. “Maybe she’d be interested in another.”
Finn’s hand shot out and he grabbed the warrior by his throat lifting him off the ground. The flailing warrior had no choice but to release Bethany who fell to the ground. She was no wimp—she reminded herself as she scooted to hide behind Finn’s legs. She merely wanted to stay out of the way.
“Finn,” Titus bellowed. “Drop him. If you hurt him, you would have to heal him.”
Growling, Finn dropped the warrior. “This female is off limits.”
“This female is driving you insane. Does she know that?” Titus countered.
“What do you mean?” Bethany asked. Though many of their words eluded her she got the idea of what was said.
Titus looked down at her then to Finn. “Explain our mating habits to your female now, before I lose my only healer. And you.” Titus glared at the other warrior and the ones who had gathered around. “If you’re so horny go find the big mouth female cyron and see if she’ll have any of you. By all means—take her off my hands.”
The entire room groaned. Finn leaned down and gripped Bethany under her arms, she squealed as he tossed her over his shoulder. She could feel his grunting growls rumbling right through his back. When he entered his room she bounced when he dumped her on the bed. Finn began pacing. Bethany began to wonder if his huge booted feet would wear a groove in the floor.
“You’ve stopped eating, you hardly smile, you’re moody as hell. Spill it, Doc Jaws. You’re driving me nuts,” Bethany said.
Finn stopped and spun to face her. “I’m driving you nuts? You have no idea the restraint I’m containing. It’s—killing—me.”
“You said your males and females don’t live together for a reason, because of a Holiday?”
“Our females come into heat every two years. The closer they come to the male section the
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