Bonded to the Alien Lord: Sci-fi Alien Invasion Romance (Warriors of the Lathar Book 3) (7 page)

She picked out Tarrick and his brother, just steps from the dais, fighting off what looked like a horde of the enemy all by themselves. They moved in perfect tandem, ducking and weaving around each other. Cat gasped as Tarrick turned his back on an opponent even as the warrior lifted a blade to drive it through his chest. Without missing a beat, Laarn twisted and blocked the blow, his return swing taking the other warrior’s head off at the neck. The corpse had barely hit the floor before both brothers turned and fired, dropping two more warriors about to charge them.

But it wasn’t all going their way. The Emperor and his men fought on the dais, but were being picked off by snipers from the other side of the room. A warrior to their left was hit, staggering backward against the wall, then slowly slid down. His eyes were wide and lifeless before he reached the floor.

Cat scuttled over and grabbed his weaponry, ducking her head as energy bolts slammed into the wall behind her. She threw the blade to Jess and checked the charge on the pistol. Nearly full. Good. They could at least defend themselves.

“They’ve bottlenecked reinforcements,” Xaandril yelled across at Daaynal, the two big men protecting the area at the front of the throne. “And looks like the R’Zaa have allied with the purists.”

“Excellent!” Daaynal grinned as he swung the massive blade he held and lopped the arm off a warrior trying to sneak up on him. “Some real opposition then!”

Neither looked worried, in fact, both looked like they were intensely enjoying themselves. Cat shook her head. Bloody Lathar.

“Contact at twelve o’clock,” Jane yelled, as another wave of purists surged through the main doors at the end of the hall. Cat ducked out of cover, picked her target and fired. A purist fell, clutching his throat. She had to admit, as well trained as the Emperor’s men were, the numbers were against them.

The situation looked dire. The end was nigh, and all that.

Then she spotted him. A single warrior, one of the R’Zaa she’d seen earlier, the ones disgraced by the Emperor, crept through the melee in the middle of the room. His attention was on Tarrick, his grip firm on the blade in his hand.

Her heart stalled. Neither Tarrick nor Laarn had seen him. A few more steps and he’d be in range. Yanking off her shoes, she darted out from behind the throne, yelling over her shoulder. “Cover me!”

They must have heard her, because energy bolts peppered the air around her as she darted through the seething mass, dropping any enemy warrior who got near her. She paid them no mind, her focus on the warrior who crept up on Tarrick, blade raised to plunge it into his unsuspecting back.

“Hey, asshole!” she called out and he whirled, eyes narrowing with malice when he spotted her. Cat’s universe narrowed down to the alien pistol in her hand, hidden by her skirts, and her finger on the trigger.

She heard Tarrick’s bellow, but not what he said. She was aware of the battle pausing around them as the R’Zaa bore down on her with death in his eyes.

“Say hello to your ancestors, human bitch!” he snarled, and charged.

In one smooth move, she lifted the pistol, aimed, and fired. Once, twice, three times. The first bolt hit the center of his chest, the second his throat, while the third created a starburst pattern in the middle of his forehead before the bolt shattered the back of his skull and gave him a red halo.

He staggered two more steps, then dropped like a stone at her feet. She looked down, feeling nothing at the sight of the body. He’d been about to kill her husband, on her wedding day.

Not. Happening.

“How about you say hi for me, asshole.” She looked up and around. The battle had stopped, all the warriors looking at her in horrified fascination.

She smiled. “He wasn’t on the guest list. Anyone else?”

The silence in the hall broke when Tarrick closed the distance between them and grabbed her upper arms, shaking her. “Cat! What the hell were you thinking? You could have been killed!”

His expression was furious, and his grip hard. She winced, trying to get free.

“In case it escaped your notice, saving your damn fool life!”

Their near shouting match was interrupted as combat bots crashed through the doors and windows, landing neatly to train weaponry on the remaining purists. There was a short fight in the corner which no one took any notice of, all eyes on the two of them in the middle of the room.

“Or would you rather I have let you be killed?” she challenged, knowing she was pushing it, but dammit, a girl had to lay down some laws. What better day to do it than on her wedding day. Besides, she hadn’t promised to obey him, had she?

“Damn annoying humans.” His expression shifted, his lips threatening to quirk into a smile and before she realized what he was about, he bent and threw her over his shoulder.

“Tarrick, you asshole! Put me down this instant!” she demanded, beating his broad back with her fists. Not that she thought it would make any difference.

“Problem with your bond-mate?” Daaynal inquired, his deep voice projecting amusement. Cat twisted in Tarrick’s grip, trying to look at the Emperor.

“Make him put me down. Now!”

“I’m sorry, my lady, but as the lord’s bond-mate, it is up to him to…errr, discipline you for any transgression of our laws.”

Crap. What law had she broken now?

Tarrick bowed and she squeaked, clutching at his waist so she didn’t fall. His arm was firmly over the back of her legs though, so she remained securely in place.

“Thank you, Your Majesty. If I may take my leave with my… wife?”

“Oh,
now
I’m your wife, am I? I was just damn annoying when I was saving your life!”

Daaynal answered as though she hadn’t spoken. “Of course. Enjoy the rest of your bonding day.”

“Thank you, we will.” With that Tarrick turned and strode from the hall. Cat managed to wave at her friends, all clustered by the throne with weapons in their hands. Jess waved back just as the doors closed cutting off Cat’s view of them.

“Hey! Put me down!”

Her demands were met with silence as Tarrick strode through the palace corridors. Combat bots lined them now, as well as more guards, no doubt as a result of the purist attack.

It didn’t take them long to get wherever they were going, Tarrick shouldering open a door and barking an order at the bots outside.

“Now, my little mate…” He slid her down the front of his body, slowly, making sure she felt every hard muscle of his big frame. His eyes sparkled with amusement and something darker. More heated. More volatile. “How should I punish you for putting yourself in danger?”

Despite his teasing words, his hand shook when he lifted it to stroke her cheek. Stark fear eclipsed the desire in his eyes for a moment.

“Please, Cat. Never do that again. If anything were to happen to you…it would kill me. I…” He swallowed and gathered himself, looking her in the eye as serious as though he were about to go into battle.

“I love you, little Moore Cat, and without you I am nothing. I could not go on. I need you.”

Tears of emotion welled in her eyes, making her vision waver.

“I’m sorry…say that again?”

He loved her? She knew he cared for her, that he couldn’t get enough of her, but…loved her? She hadn’t seen that coming. She didn’t think the Lathar even had a word for it.

“I need you.”

Stubborn man.

“No, no. Not that part. Well, I like that part, but say the bit before it again?”

“If anything were to happen to you, it would kill me?” His lips began to curve, amusement heating his alien gold gaze again. Bloody man was teasing her.

“Yes…go on.”

He smiled, bent at the waist to scoop her up into his arms and carried her toward the big, circular bed in the middle of the room. “Cat Moore, lady of my heart, I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I first saw you, and I will continue to love you until the end of my days. How’s that?”

She sighed, reaching up to turn his face toward her as he stopped next to the bed. “Perfect. Now, Mr. Moore Cat…how about you kiss your wife?”

And he did, sealing their bonding with a kiss as he laid her on the bed. Following her down, his lips didn’t leave hers. Heat enveloped them, their hands everywhere, peeling clothing away to reveal skin until they were both naked on the bed.

Cat gasped as he parted her legs with a knee, sliding between them to shelter in the cradle of her thighs. Big hands swept the hair away from her face, each touch a promise, each kiss along her throat an oath.

Reaching between them to grasp his freed cock, he rubbed the broad head between her pussy lips. She was already slick, wet for him, and the sensation of sensitive flesh sliding against sensitive flesh made them both gasp.

“Please, now…” she begged, her arms around him to hold him close. “Make me yours.”

He pulled back to look her in the eye, his expression open and loving as he looked down at her.

“Mine,” he murmured as he pushed forward and claimed her in one slow slide of pleasure.

“Now and forever more. Mine.”

“Yours,” she agreed, closing her eyes and wrapping her legs around his hips.

From her greatest fantasy and worst nightmare, she’d found the best thing any woman could wish for…

Her soul mate.

The End

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