The Alien's Equal (Drixonian Warrior #7) - Ella Maven Page 0,61

the hilt.

“Come on and fly, little bird,” I murmured, staring into her warm brown eyes. “Take me with you.”

She bit her lip and began to ride me. Her hips churned as she plunged up and down on my cock. I cupped her breasts, loving the weight of the soft skin in my hands. I plucked at her nipples, which made her cry out. Head thrown back, body arched, she flew, and I went with her. I came on a shout, and her inner walls rippled around me as she panted out my name while she came too.

Her body fell limply on mine, and I wrapped my arms around her slender shoulders while she caught her breath, face pressed into my neck. Her hands slowly stroked my chest, and I prushed for her, the vibrations soothing me, and causing her to let out a happy sigh.

“I love you, Nero,” she said softly. “I know that’s not a word you Drixonians use. And some humans take that word lightly, but I don’t.” She drew back and brushed her hair from her flushed cheeks. “I’ve only ever I said that word to my sister. It means everything to me. So, I need you to know. I love you. I love you more than I thought I could love someone. Thank you for being my mate, and for letting me fly.”

I pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose as the weight of my burdens lifted from my shoulders and flew away, like dust in the breeze. “I love you, too, little bird.”

Fifteen

Justine

Miranda narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously, and then turned to Frankie. “Can you ask Daz if there are body snatchers on this planet? Because some happy-go-lucky and disgustingly-in-love alien has invaded our friend. Not that I’m complaining. They can keep the old Justine. I like this one better.”

“Hey!” I laughed as I shoved her with my shoulder. “That’s mean!”

Miranda grinned and wrapped her arms around me. “I’m just kidding. I would totally get you back if you were body snatched.”

“I’m just … happy,” I said with a shrug. “And it’s not even just Nero, it’s everything. The war is over. I’m damn proud of myself for my part in it, and Frankie is about to pop.”

“I am not,” she groused. “I still have a few months left with this boulder in my belly.” She pointed to her protruding stomach, which was lopsided.

“Are you… asymmetrical?” I asked, tilting my head.

She rubbed her stomach with a wince. “Yes, his little head is down, but his butt is stuck under my right rib.”

“His?” Val asked, rubbing her own swollen stomach.

Frankie shrugged. “It’s just a guess. I feel like it’s a boy, but I could be wrong.”

The eight of us women—now all mated, including Anna—sat around the bonfire while the warriors around us drank and roughhoused to celebrate the Uldani defeat. Many of them were subdued, but that just meant there was more to drink for those who wanted to blow off steam.

We’d been home for four days, and most of that time had been spent sleeping and healing as we all sought to catch up on rest.

The Kaluma returned home, and said they’d return, as they wanted to learn more about what might have happened to their stolen warrior. As much as Bosa annoyed the shit out of me, I kind of missed the jerk.

I wrapped a fur around my shoulders and leaned into Miranda’s legs from my position at her feet in the dirt. She sat on a log above me, running her fingers through my hair.

“So, Franke is due first, then Val, and then Reba, right?” Miranda asked.

All heads nodded except for one—Naomi. Her cheeks flushed red in the light of the fire. “Um, I have news.”

Miranda’s hand dropped from my hair as I scrambled onto my knees. “No way!” I cried

Naomi’s eyes glistened, and a grin split her face as she bobbed her head. “I’m pregnant.”

Squeals and cheers went up among our little group, and apparently we got so rowdy that Gar ran over immediately from wherever he’d been—surely watching his mate like a hawk as usual—to stand over Naomi with a low growl rumbling from his chest.

We froze mid-celebration, not that we thought Gar would hurt us, but his body language clearly said back off. Naomi pushed on his solid chest. “Stop that. I just told them the news. They’re excited.”

Gar’s expression immediately went soft as he crouched down to rub his massive hand over her belly. “How’s my