Warlord's Mercy - Cynthia Sax Page 0,13

spread legs. “I have to remove your garment, Tolui.” That felt wrong. “I wish you could give me permission first, but you can’t.”

She doubted he was aware she was in the chamber with him.

“I have to be certain there isn’t a wound under this.” She unfastened the band of leather around his waist, pulled the garment out from under his form.

“Stars.” Her mouth dried as she gazed at him. “Even flaccid, you’re huge.”

His cock was long and thick with an intriguing ridge around his base. His hair was black, short, coarse. His balls were proportional to the rest of him.

“I shouldn’t gawk at you.” Her face heated. She wet the fabric square, rolled him on his side, starting with his ass first. It was tight and firm…and also scarred. “You’ve experienced so much pain in your lifespan.”

She slid the cloth over him. Her agony had been emotional. She’d seen her father, others, die; witnessed her friend’s abduction, saw the impact of that. Her cloth glided along his scarred hipbones. Tolui’s pain had been physical.

“It might be more than physical.” She admitted that.

Anger and hurt had blazed from his eyes…when they had been open.

She flitted the fabric over his cock. That part of him hardened. She licked her bottom lip. “It’s merely flesh to be tidied. Nothing more than that.”

Except that flesh was massive.

“I should be thorough.” She wrapped the cloth around his shaft, ran it up and down him.

He felt good in her hand, as though he was made for being stroked.

“It’s merely flesh.” She gave herself that verbal reminder and reluctantly moved to his balls. They were full and heavy, and when she touched them, his cock bobbed.

A drop of pre-cum formed on his tip.

Lea licked her bottom lip. “What would you taste like?”

She was a sick being for thinking that. The male was injured.

“I can’t find out. Not now. Not while you’re unconscious.” She set the cloth aside, removing that temptation. “You’re clean. Your wounds are treated.” She clasped the container of drinking water. “It’s time to hydrate.”

She moved to his side, lifted his head, and tipped the container against his lips. More water flowed over his chin than filled his mouth, but the cool liquid should give him some relief.

“It’s been a long planet rotation.” She yawned. Weariness fell over her, the stress and exertion of the planet rotation catching up to her. “You’re not only being who requires rest, Warlord.”

She gazed down at his stark scarred face. His eyes were closed.

“I have to remain by your side.” She wouldn’t leave him while he was alone and wounded. “You could need me. But I don’t want to sleep in my garments. That would be uncomfortable.”

He didn’t move, didn’t give any indication he heard her.

“What am I worrying about?” She rolled her eyes. “You didn’t notice my breasts. You won’t notice the rest of me.”

She shimmied out of her tight ass coverings. He was naked. She was naked. It felt naughty, but nothing would happen. Her Warlord was injured, wasn’t capable of doing anything.

That disappointed her, and it shouldn’t do that.

“You’re overtired, Lea.” She snuggled against the male, pulling the large piece of leather over them. “And you’ve been alone too long.” It had been solar cycles since she’d touched anyone. “And you’re a bit horny.” Her pussy dripped and her nipples were taut. “Go to sleep. You’ll feel like your true self at sunrise.”

Her eyelids lowered. She listened as her Warlord breathed in and out, in and out, his chest rising and falling under her arm.

Many moments passed before she fell asleep.

Chapter Four

Tolui was burning up. Flames licked at his bare skin. Heat scorched his eyeballs. Yet he was surrounded by unrelenting darkness. There was no light from any fire.

Pain jabbed at him. The agony radiated from one of his shoulders and from his right thigh. That hurting didn’t lessen the restless energy filling him. He experienced an almost desperate need to take action, to do.

And he floated. His body was detached from the rest of the universe. That sensation was belied by the unyielding, uncomfortable floor pressing against his back.

The surrealness of it told him he was dreaming.

He wasn’t alone in the dream. The most decadent scent clung to the air, the aroma of aroused female exciting him.

A slender form was tucked against his side. Her curves were slight, and her skin was soft and bare.

He lifted a trembling left hand, drifted it over the female. His palm and fingers spanned her lower back.

There was only