beautiful, and gorgeous. And he was closer.
Zoe cringed when he touched her. He trailed the backs
of his huge moist fingers, devoid now of talons, across her cheek. She saw him
shudder. Zoe felt oddly calmer. Doss inhaled her scent again like he was
starving and she was a pizza and he looked more relaxed.
“That’s better,” he said, his voice was gruff. “Fear I
can deal with. I’ve never dealt with so many emotions at once. It’s been so
long since I have been this close to a female. Tonan females didn’t have such quick racing emotions. Tonan females didn’t feel as strongly about each emotion, it’s how they coped with
the filthy Tonan warriors. Dormant
emotions. It’s nerve-wracking to smell your turmoil—your emotions are so
strong. I can scent you have no control over it. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”
Doss settled himself beside her. Zoe tried to scoot
away but his behind was sitting on the bed sheet she was wrapped in, trapping
her. The man had no concept of personal space. His fingers never left her
cheek. Zoe could feel his sweat and she was confused. He was wearing only tight
gray-white pants that hugged his body to his ankles, his feet were bare; they were
huge but normal looking. She should be terrified but she wasn’t. His massive
chest was void of nipples. His fangs were gone.
“What did you do to me?” Zoe whispered. She felt
drugged.
She just sat there, allowing him to trail his fingers
down her throat and shoulders. She should be screaming, running, fighting him
off. She did none of those things. Zoe had the strangest urge to pull herself
into his arms. She swayed wanting to press her face against him and bury
herself into his safety.
“A warrior can produce secretions to calm a female. We
are very large and a female is not. When a male is in must his secretions are
stronger. It’s easier to control your emotions when you are calmer. I can
separate each by feeling your needs.” Doss looked at her startled. “You’re
starving! Damn it, you’re in pain. Why didn’t you say something?”
She would have been scared shitless by his expression
if she wasn’t so calm. “You were busy making a groove in the cave floor.”
Zoe squealed when he scooped her up, the bed sheet fell
to the floor and he took her to the pool. He jumped in making a horrific
splash. Water rolled over the sides. “This has been treated to heal. I swiped
the formula just in case I found a human female,” Doss said as Zoe wiped water
from her eyes. His words made her wonder if he had been looking for a female
when he had come across her. “I’ve got you. It’s deep; it was made for my
height. I won’t let go.”
Zoe had been in healing waters before. Tonans had introduced them to the water’s ability when a
woman had been cut by accident, before the men had been killed. For some reason
the Tonans liked to torture, but they rarely drew
blood. Healing waters had a strange property to it. She knew what to expect.
The water came to life and swirled around her. Bubbles attacked her back where
the Tonan had struck cruelly. Doss poured dribbles
over her face across her bruising. The entire time he apologized.
“I’ve never bruised. I’m sorry I didn’t know. I’ve
never felt pain. Damn, I feel yours and it’s beyond unpleasant. Bastards, how
could they? I should kill them all. I’ll slit their fiendish throats until
their blood runs in rivers and their flesh is a mass pile of—No, don’t feel
scared. I’m not angry with you. It’s fine really. Stop panicking. Please calm
down. Too many emotions at once. You need to stop with so many emotions. I can’t concentrate when
there’s too many.” Doss suddenly held her at arm’s length and shook his
head. He was breathing heavy. His eyes were wide and he looked like he had been
run over by a truck.
Zoe was so confused. So tired. His secretions washed away in the water. He no longer wore the tight whitish
pants; he was nude, but how? Now she was afraid
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