ARMOR [New World Book 2] by C.L. Scholey Read Free Book Online Page B

wasn’t sure of the foreign scent he caught from her. He knew he
didn’t like it. He went to stand even closer and inhaled deeply.
    Amy frowned at him.
    “I’m not dinner,” she
snapped.
    He narrowed his eyes onto
her. “I know that scent; it’s in the recesses of my mind, but I have never
smelled it before now. It’s the scent of deceit.”
    Amy paled and shifted
uncomfortably.
    Dasks now smelt fear. He
smelt her aloneness, her sadness and wondered at it. She was afraid of him…no,
not of him physically. Just afraid. Unbidden his hand lifted to her face and he
stroked her cheek. Droplets of moisture from his skin seeped into her. It
absorbed before his very eyes. Amy calmed immediately. With surprise he found
her pressed against his chest. Slim arms settled around his waist. Her cheek
was warm against his skin. Something in his secretions must have drawn her to
him to seek shelter.
    Interesting .
    Dasks liked how she nestled
close to him. And though conflicted, her emotions settled during their touch.
She was so warm and so small. Dasks felt the urge to mate with her grow strong.
His hand lifted and touched her hair. It was matted and coarse, with the
strands clumped together and Dasks’ nose wrinkled. Her belly made a strange
sound. His little female needed to wash and eat. It was up to him to see to her
needs.
    “Come with me,” Dasks said
and took her hand.
    Amy was led to a small room.
    Dasks asked for light knowing
she couldn’t see when the room was in darkness. He smiled when she gasped at
the sight before her. The room was where he cleansed. The hologram was of a
distant, clear bluish green pond on his planet surrounded by a multitude of
brilliant foliage. Amy moved on slow feet, her hand touching one of the red
ferns and he saw a small smile. She bent low to inhale the Effie flower. The
water steamed and Dasks began to undress. When Amy turned around and saw him
nude, she squealed and covered her hands over her eyes.
    “Do humans wash clothed?” he
asked.
    “We wash alone,” she
muttered.
    Amy spread her fingers ever
so slightly and her eyes roamed over his body from head to toe, pausing for a
long moment on his maleness. Dasks smiled. He could smell her tingle of
attraction. She liked what she saw and this time he knew it was him that caused
the scent to waft to his nostrils. It was very pleasant and arousing to inhale.
    “Not right now,” he said. “I
want to see if you have any hurts. The healing water will cure your ailments.
Don’t drink it though; it will make you sick from the chemicals. We discovered
this on Dargon when Slocks kept getting into our washing pools and tried to
bite our toes. It healed the human females after mating with a Castian.”
    “Will it cure anything?”
    Dasks assessed her. She looked
so hopeful his heart ached for her. “Almost any ailment. Our women were poisoned
by the Tonans almost four hundred years ago. We have determined the healing
water wouldn’t have saved them.”
    Amy’s look clouded.
    Dasks moved into the water.
She stood there obviously undecided. Something warred within his female. There
was such hope and yet so much fear of being disappointed. What was it she
battled? Her shoulders set with determination. The smell of courage wafted from
her—it was a very pleasing scent. Ever so slowly the rags of clothing she wore
began dropping to the ground. Each item gave off a fine layer of dust as it hit
the floor. To say her body was grimy would be polite. Most of her was as gray
as Earth. Dirt was marred between her toes when the wrapping came off her small
feet. A fine layer of blond hair covered her lower legs and around her sex was
darker coarse hair. Interesting—Dasks was almost hairless. Is the hair some
kind of female shield?
    The perfect female body
before him was incredible. Dirty she might be, but beautiful she was. Curves
enhanced her perfection. Her legs were long and slender as were her arms. Tiny
hands fluttered near her sex to cover it.