Fantasy Warrior by Jaylee Davis Read Free Book Online

time. She suppressed a shudder of revulsion. A warm, rough palm massaged her upper back, soothing her. More words were uttered. She guessed he might be trying to keep her calm. If so, his soft rumblings worked. She’d never felt more secure in her life.
    Pam had to focus on something other than the hot, sexy alien who cradled her within his dangerous arms. Although her mind rebelled at first, she finally gathered her wits.
    Her friends! Yes, she had to find them. They might be in danger. If they weren’t at the condo waiting for her, then perhaps there would be a news report on the television. Surely someone would know something. A thought dawned on her. Of course. She knew someone. In fact, she was draped all over him.
    Dammit. If only I could understand him.
    Suddenly, Kord’s entire body tensed beneath her. In the next instant, her thoughts scattered as he lurched to his feet with her still clutched in his arms. He let out a vicious growl and swung her behind him. Pam’s feet landed on top the stone bench, and she steadied herself by grabbing his shoulders. She peered over one and saw three men approaching from the dock area. They came to a dead stop the second Kord let out an ear-shattering roar. Startled by the sound, she lost her grip and fell backward. She landed butt first into the shrubbery.
     
    *
     
    “No closer!” Kord glared at Thoren and the two Tauran males who stopped a few steps behind him. They’d approached the walkway leading to his temporary hiding place. “Stay back!” He roared the warning, then chanced a quick glance behind him to check on his female. She’d fallen into a thick mound of foliage. Wide leaves helped shield her from view. At the moment, she sat on the ground, unmoving while staring up at him in surprise. “Stay,” he ordered, hoping she’d keep still and hidden.
    “Kord, we’re here to help,” Thoren called.
    “I don’t need help!”
    Thoren glanced at his companions. “I told you he’d react this way if the female was with him. Let me try to talk some sense into him.”
    “Do what you can. Remember, we don’t have much time.” Kord recognized Lt. Morshant’s voice.
    Thoren took a few hesitant steps toward the walkway. Kord growled, and said, “Brother, back away!” Thoren halted.
    “Calm, Kord. Focus! We must talk. You know I’m no threat. She’s yours. If you don’t let me help, Morshant will have no choice but to order your capture. The medics will dart you, and when you go down, the soldiers will drag your carcass to the shuttle and leave her here. Is that what you want?”
    For the first time in his life, Kord knew fear. They’d take him away from his mate. He could lose her. Such a loss was a warrior’s greatest and only fear. He wouldn’t be able to protect her…or claim her. He shuddered at the idea. Without the claiming, he’d go into rage—a death sentence. Perhaps execution would be a merciful kindness, considering how he felt at the moment.
    The latent time was rumored to be the most difficult period. A warrior’s mind became dulled, shrouded in lusty thoughts, thinking only of his mate, constantly yearning to keep her at his side, to pleasure her. Possess her, protect her… Mine! Even in a dazed fog he remained focused on those ideas.
    There were only a handful of warriors who’d been born during the Phase who’d been lucky enough to find their mates. Kord had never met any of those males. Right now, he’d give anything to seek advice from a mated warrior. Grudgingly, he agreed with Thoren. He needed help…a partner. Thoren had volunteered earlier.
    “You come. No one else,” he relented.
    As he approached, Kord kept a close watch on him. He spied his discarded restraints clutched in one of Thoren’s hands and a wadded up piece of white material in the other.
    After the warrior reached the seating area, Kord barked, “Stop. No closer.”
    Thoren jerked to a standstill. He held out one hand, dangling the restraints in front of him.