how to fight, how to build ships and cities and other things. Your clone brothers could make their homes in the other tunnels.”
Lea talked, touching him as she wove her sensual spell.
Tolui closed his eyes and listened to her, envisioning the future she shared, a future filled with love and equality and her.
It was everything he never knew he wanted.
And so much more.
Chapter Thirteen
One precious shift later, Lea hunched over the ass coverings she was crafting for her Warlord. Tolui slept beside her. His right leg rested against her hip, the physical contact comforting her.
He was there, remained with her.
They had fucked three times before he’d fallen asleep. She yawned. Her eyes blurred with exhaustion, yet she resisted the urge to curl beside him and rest. She wanted to finish the garment before the sunrise.
Before he left her.
Her heart ached. Her Warlord said he would return to her, and she believed he would do that…if that was at all possible. But she had learned long ago how fragile life was.
Tolui was venturing into a war. Beings died during wars.
She pushed that worry away and shook out the leather. It was her finest work. She had put all her skill, her creativity, her experience, into it and she was proud of the results.
Nothing, no gift, no garment, could ever fully reflect the level of caring she felt for her male, however. Her feelings were too intense, too all-encompassing, too rare and special, and without any equal. They threatened to burst from her chest.
When he’d faced Daisun in battle, risking his lifespan to defeat her enemy, she knew…
She loved her Warlord.
Their paths would diverge. He’d take her heart with him when he departed, and she wouldn’t be whole until she saw him again.
If she could, she would hold back the sunrise, keep him with her forever.
That wasn’t possible, and she couldn’t ask him to stay. Not again. His honor dictated he lead his clone brothers, help them win control over the Chamele sector.
His integrity was one of the many things she loved about him.
She would stand straight and resolute, would fix a smile on her face as he strolled away from her. Holding back her tears, hiding her sadness, would be another gift she gave him.
He had to do what he vowed. She wouldn’t make it any more difficult for him.
“You need to sleep, gerel.” His deep voice filled the chamber, reverberating within her soul.
She stuffed the completed ass covering under a piece of leather. “I need a good hard fuck. That’s what I require.” She turned toward him. There would be time to sleep when she was alone. “Do you know where I could get one of those, Warlord?”
Tolui hooked one of his arms around her waist and hauled her closer to him. Her toes curled, that show of strength turning her on.
“You will only get that from me.” He frowned at her, her male thrillingly possessive. “No other being will rut with you, hold you, touch you. You’re mine.”
She was his. Lea opened her mouth to tell him that.
His grimly set lips captured hers, his kiss so intense it drove her backward. He caught her, threaded his fingers through her hair, curving his hand over the back of her skull. Having secured her to him, her Warlord ravished her more fiercely, making her flesh hum and her heart sing.
She would feel his embrace for planet rotations. She relished that, wanting, needing him to brand her, to imprint him on her form. He jabbed his tongue between her lips, thrusting that part of him in and out of her mouth. His kiss was frenzied and savage and wild.
All their encounters during the rest cycle had been that way. Both of them were aware they would soon be forced to part. They were storing up experiences for the lonely planet rotations ahead.
She clung to her Warlord’s shoulders, straddled his waist. Her pussy lips cradled his rigid shaft. He pulsed against her, vividly alive, tantalizingly firm. She rocked, wetting the length of him. The scent of her arousal swirled around them.
His hands lowered, sliding down her back. “Get on your hands and knees.” He squeezed her ass.
She loved when he took her from behind. He fucked her hard and deep in that position. His hips smacked against her. He could pull her hair, forcing her to lift her chin, the pricks of pain along her skull ratcheting her passion upward.
If they had a thousand fucks ahead of them, she’d eagerly do as he