What the heck did Boot teach her? Half a second later I find out. She rolls on top of me and wraps her legs around my waist. This should be good. She raises her hands and leans in. She can't hurt me in this position, but I want to see what she tries. Slamming her palms against my ears is not what I expected and the pain momentarily stuns me. She gains her feet while I'm trying not to die and beckons again with that same little wave I gave her. "Need more, baby?" I ignore the silence around us knowing she's showing me up. If I could claim her right here and now, I would. The men might not know she's Warrior, but word has spread that she's my mate. None will interfere. I gain my feet. "Bring it," I challenge. She strikes with her left hand and swings her right foot in a side kick. I don't back off, I move in closer so the strike is ineffective. She continues her forward momentum and punches with her left fist. I turn my head at the last minute, avoiding the blow. Gra

The tell-tale signs of King's beast darken his eyes. "I touch you every day," he says stubbornly. I must make him understand. "You kiss me, you hold my hand, you beat the shit out of me. I'm talking about sex. Are male Warriors deformed or something?" His lips quirk with humor. I saw him naked once and I know there is absolutely nothing wrong downstairs. "I was waiting for you to beg," he tosses out to irritate me. A few seconds pass before I realize he's joking. I'm done with jokes, evasion, and living a celibate life. "King. Make love to me." It's a demand that I could never have made before I discovered my power as a Warrior. I can't take having him around me another minute without a deeper connection. And I mean that to include ever bad pun imaginable. He takes a few seconds to contemplate my words before answering. "Now?" he asks calmly. "Or would you prefer to be wined and dined first?" I may need to kill him. "Now," I grind out to the most stu

He proved it three times-once before the shower and twice afterward. We slept until almost noon and only Beck's pounding on the door got us out of bed. The thing about Beck is I'm not even sure if he likes me. Oh, he gives me a cursory hello each day. He isn't rude, he just doesn't speak to me and I ignore him the same way. The situation just feels awkward whenever he's here. King leads Beck to the table in the next room and I prepare a meal. Famished isn't quite the word I'm looking for when my stomach growls and lets me know I've been too long without food. Hungry, ravenous, and starving don't do the trick either. My large intestine is eating my small intestine and there should be a word for that. Food on the island is one of my favorite things about my new home. Needing meat like a second leg and never gaining weight helps too. "Marinah," King says from behind me as I lift a large pan to the stovetop. I glance his way. "Would you sit with me and Beck so he can e

Three days left with my mate and most of that will be spent preparing. We'll stay here at the citadel until she leaves. It's the hardest thing I've ever done. We're lying in my big bed and I pull her closer, kissing her temple. She sighs and wiggles until she's closer still. "I'm scared," she whispers. I'm terrified. So many things could go wrong and the biggest is her Shadow Warrior status. If the Federation finds out about her, we're all screwed. The plan is to send one hundred Warriors with Marinah. Within twenty-four hours, three hundred more will drop onto U.S. soil. We'll dig in and wait for Marinah's signal, which could be days, weeks, or months. I'll leave the rest of our Warriors behind to protect the island. They'll also be on standby if we need them. The humans on the island are moving into the populated towns near reinforced living quarters and our main food supplies. We've been preparing for this day since we arrived. We didn't know who we'd be fighting and w

This plane ride is nothing like the last one. I'm an entirely different person or rather, I'm now a Warrior and the fear I have is of a different nature, most of which stems from leaving King. He's given me a location to meet him if nothing has happened after a month. Just the thought of a month away from him depresses me. On the flip side, Ms. Beast is throwing fits. You will be good, I tell her when she begins grumbling inside me again. She quiets and my sigh of relief is loud while I fasten my seat belt. I look down at my feet and the heels I hoped to never wear again. Funny that I have no trouble walking in the ridiculous shoes now. Once we land, I'll need to remember to wobble and act like the terrified woman I once was. I can do it. Having one hundred Shadow Warriors packed into the plane is a little disconcerting for Ms. Beast. We've seen maybe fifty total since landing on the island. They are aware I'm King's mate and it carries a lot of weight with