Read Online Alien Warrior's Baby (Scifi Alien Romance) (Zoran Warriors Book 2) by Luna Hunter - Free Book Online

against him. Yesterday, our situation seemed hopeless, and now things are, tentatively, looking up.
    “I think this calls for a toast,” Mark says, and he returns with a bottle of champagne and three glasses.
    “Is that real champagne?” I ask. “That’s worth a fortune!”
    “I can’t think of a better time,” he says as he pops the cork. Soon we are clinking our filled glasses together and taking sips.
    The drink is bubbly, sweet and dry. Perfect. I love the way it feels against my tongue. Tyr makes a face, frowning at the fizzling drink.
    “What is this?” he says.
    “It’s a human delicacy,” I explain.
    “Hmf,” he snorts.
    “Mark, do you have some tomato juice for mister grumpy over here?” I tease.
    Tyr perks up. “You have toh-mah-toe juice?”
    “Uhm, no,” Mark says, befuddled. “Sorry.”
    Mark’s wrist-com beeps, interrupting our moment. “I have to go,” he says, frowning. “Some kind of issue with the shuttle. Sorry, duty calls.”
    “Don’t worry about it,” I say.
    “Make yourself at home,” he says. “I’ve prepared the guest room for you two. I’ll be back later, I have no idea how long this is going to take.”
    He takes off, leaving us two alone, drinking champagne in front of the fireplace.
    Could be worse.
    “What’s on your mind?” Tyr says.
    I sigh. Where to begin? What was it that Tyr said? Offense is the best defense? Might as well just throw it out there.
    “What do I mean to you?” I ask.
    Tyr raises his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
    “This,” I say, pointing to us both. “What does it mean to you?”
    “Everything,” he growls, staring right into my eyes, his autumn-colored eyes flickering.
    My heart skips a beat. I didn’t expect him to be so… direct.
    “I barely know a thing about you, or your people, your culture, your customs,” I ramble. I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m trying to find a fault, a way out, a figurative chink in his armor. The alternative, that he loves me and wants to grow old with me, is almost too scary to face.
    I’m a reporter, I’m married to the job. At least, I was. I’ve never met the right man, and I had kind of put the thought of raising a family out of my head.
    And now this alien warrior is telling me I mean the world to him?
    “You can learn,” Tyr says. “I can tell you about all of these things. I don’t understand. Do you not feel the same way?”
    The sad look on his face nearly makes my heart break. Of course I feel the same, you silly bronze man.
    “I do,” I say. “I do. It’s just… I’m afraid.”
    “Of what?”
    “Of losing you. Of putting myself out there. Of being vulnerable.”
    Tyr grabs my hand, interlocking my fingers with his. “Kaitlyn,” he says, his voice low. “You are the strongest human I know. You have nothing to fear.”
    A warmth spreads throughout me as he talks. The flames of the fireplace flicker and light up his bronze skin, making it appear to glow golden.
    “I will stay by your side. This, I promise.”
    A single tear rolls down my cheek. No man has ever talked to me like this.
    He wipes the tear away, his palms resting on my cheeks, his eyes searching for mine. I could stare into those cinnamon-colored eyes of his forever. He pulls me close, his lips envelop mine, and I surrender myself to him – completely.
    I straddle his lap, his hands now roaming down my back, my heart going a million miles a minute. He holds me up by my thighs as he stands up, effortlessly carrying me to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss for even a second.
    I love the way he makes me feel as light as a feather.
    He throws me down on the bed, and seconds later, he’s stripped off his armor.
    I can’t help but stare, every single time I see him in his all his naked glory. And glory is definitely the right word for it. Every single line of musculature is perfectly defined, like he was carved out of granite.
    He tears my clothes off, throwing them every which way, as if he