Alien Warrior's Wife: Sci-fi Alien Military Romance (Brion Brides Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

on his spear, no.”
    While she and the machines worked, Narath found himself unable to tear his eyes away from her. It had been a while, many years since he’d last seen her, back on Briolina in Diego’s arena. She’d looked so small and sad then, completely lost. Diego had strictly forbidden him to say anything to her other than the basest conversation. None of them knew how she would handle the tragedy that had befallen her. She’d been on the ship for months now, actually, though he had only known they had a new healer. Narath simply hadn’t had the opportunity to find out sooner, given that he didn’t get wounded often.
    She had been a girl when they met before, with her quiet fury he felt even from a distance.
    Now Urenya was a woman. Her smile was the most gorgeous he’d ever laid his eyes upon. She was just so petite , made to be embraced and held in someone’s arms. Preferably his. The fury he’d sensed years ago seemed replaced with quiet determination, but he could make it all come rushing back if he just blurted out what went on in his mind. Her long light brown hair was tied into a ponytail away from her face, giving her a more severe look than the kind, warm face truly deserved. She was short, like all healers tended to be, but compared to him it seemed even more obvious. All that he noticed in a glimpse, the full curves of her breasts, and the slender waist, and then her round ass the robes only barely concealed…
    He had to try to maintain his control over his treacherous body as Urenya knelt down to get better access. Honestly, he had never experienced an instant attraction that fast, it was positively uncanny. If she caught on to how aroused he had suddenly become that would be… weird. He closed his eyes, willing himself to think of something else other than how soft her lips looked.
    It did not help when her hand lingered on his thigh and his enhanced warrior’s hearing could not possibly mistake the small sigh that escaped her lips.
    “They do make you guys big these days,” she said, smiling.
    So much for discretion then.
    He tried to find ways to excuse himself while she was clearly still in the middle of her examination, when she added,
    “I mean, by the gods, your thigh is as thick as my waist .”
    Oh. That. The fates were merciful.
    Narath thought he might have actually sighed in relief, but Urenya carried on with her work as though she’d heard nothing. Perhaps she hadn’t. All Brions were generally in good health and form, but they developed differently according to what they were bound to be. Warriors grew stronger and faster, their senses sharpened. Scientists and politicians, on the other hand, developed their perceptiveness. For healers, the senses they needed to do their duties, like their sight. Narath hoped they didn’t require hearing that much.
    Urenya seemed entirely focused on fixing him as he remembered her doing when they’d been young, only this time the wound was much deeper, and she had much more advanced tools to work with. The salve she was applying to his skin was a concoction of catalysts that made his body heal itself faster. She was observing the wound at the same time, looking to see if anything more serious was broken and whether his leg would fix itself right or she’d have to reopen it to make sure everything fit.
    Her small hands – healers were naturally smaller, large fingers didn’t help with complicated and fragile tools – were gentle against his skin, as though he needed it. Brion warriors never complained about pain, so it couldn’t have been that she was afraid of hurting him. It took Narath a few seconds to figure out the motion more resembled a caress than anything else.
    His breath caught. Her hands were very close to his groin, stroking the inside of his thigh, sending sparks of pleasure through his entire body. The duels were still so very fresh in his blood, pounding, demanding a release for the adrenaline. Brion warriors often sought