Free PrimalHunger by Dawn Montgomery Page B

the war.
When I returned, I wasn’t the same anyway, and I took a remote station
assignment.”
    “I’m sorry.” She gently brushed a strand of hair away from
his face.
    He tried to shake off the memories that still haunted him
from time to time. “Those days were difficult ones for many. It was a living
nightmare.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.
    She brushed her cheek against his, and gave him a look of
such understanding, it rocked him to the core. “Luckily, you won’t have to
worry about a permanent attachment with me. I’m sure you’ll find your perfect
mate when you return to your world. Everyone deserves peace.” Was it his
imagination or did he see sorrow in the depths of her eyes? A part of him
wished she were Valorian. He would hold on to her for an eternity. She was
resourceful with a strong survival instinct. A fierce warrior.
    “I have few memories of the Valorian people, but these
stripes aren’t something I remember.” Her fingers stroked the stripes along his
jaw.
    He breathed easier at the change in topic. “Prime status is
part of our warrior culture. It can only occur during a mating cycle, and is
usually forged in battle.”
    “Forged in battle, huh?” Her gaze sparkled with humor, while
her fingers traced whorls on his neck. “It sounds very epic.”
    He laughed. “I was quoting text from our histories. The
truth is until recently I was one of the few of my generation to have made the
transition to Prime. Those on our asteroid mines, however, have reported an
increase in Prime status.” He rubbed the back of her neck with gentle circles,
trying to ignore the way her lovely fingers were distracting his thoughts.
“They say it’s a defense mechanism ingrained in our DNA. If our mates, our
children, our livelihood are in any way endangered during a cycle, a change
occurs. The stripes serve as camouflage on our home planet. It allows those in
dangerous areas to blend in to the environment. I left my mate while the
hormones still raged through my body. It was during my first fight that the
rage overtook me.” His memories were broken, shuttered behind a red haze.
    “Rage?” She gave a delightful moan at his ministrations.
    “It’s a blood rage triggered by adrenal response. Makes us
very efficient fighters. We become faster, stronger and more in tune with our
senses during an event. It’s an ability that never leaves us once it occurs.”
    Curiosity glimmered in her eyes. “Do your women get this
blood rage?”
    “If so, it’s never been documented.” He ran his fingers down
the back of her neck.
    “Do you always have this rage?”
    He rubbed her neck with gentle strokes. “Only when my life
is in danger.”
    She touched his cheeks with her hands and sweetly caressed
his lips with featherlight kisses.
    “Hmm.” He smiled. “What was that for?”
    She smiled back. “Just because.”
    “I like random affection.” He kissed her gently, determined
to show her that he could give her slow and easy. He could lock down the beast.
    She leaned back and gave him a wicked smile, which kicked
his pulse into overdrive. Her hands pulled up her shirt, dragging it over her
head, and dropping it to the side.
    Her perfect body called to him. His hands caressed her ribs
and rubbed his thumbs against the sensitive underside of her breasts. “You are
so beautiful.”
    Kendra stared down at Azros. Warmth spread throughout her
body. He thought she was beautiful. She leaned down to kiss him thoroughly, and
wiggled out of her pants, to kick them off to the side.
    He raised an eyebrow and grinned against her lips. “Nice
moves.”
    She pulled back just enough to smile at him. “You haven’t
seen anything yet.” She gently stroked her pussy against the firm length of his
dick. Her moist essence spread along his skin.
    “You are so wet.” The words ended in a guttural moan.
    “I am constantly wet when I’m around you.” She arched her
back and moaned at the sensual pleasure