C.L. Scholey - Zuri's Zargonnii Warrior (Unearthly World # 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

human-mated female, Citun was an honorable warrior; the commander was just as curious about human females. Kobe was still a little surprised she understood him; he was grateful for Citun’s briefing or he would have been uncomfortable with Zuri’s knowledge of their language. Once more she tried to communicate with him, but Kobe just shook his head. She was a long-winded little thing.
    “I don’t understand you. You need to come with me. The beings on this planet do not want you here. They are a peaceful species, but if forced to they will find someone who will eradicate you. I know you find me scary, but the male of my species will not harm a female, it’s not our nature. That’s why the 2BKs contacted us first. Though Castian warriors will also not harm a female they are warring with Tonan outlaws, and have been for some time. The Zargonnii war with no one. We may be warrior mercenaries; it only means we move in do our job and get out.”
    Zuri’s eyes widened when they heard a human scream. The scream was cut short, an ominous sound in the dead of night. She gave Kobe a look he also understood. She thought he was a liar. With a sharp tug to her shirt, snatching the fabric from his hand, tearing it, Zuri was on her feet and running away from him.
    “Damn,” Kobe muttered. The timing couldn’t have been more unfortunate.
    Knowing she wouldn’t get far, Kobe walked in the direction she had taken. It was dark out, either she would hide, or run into something and knock herself out. Again he wondered at her strange sight—or lack thereof. For her sake, he hoped she would hide. Cocking his head to the left, Kobe heard a small sound. Stifled labored breaths, tiny whimpered sounds a babe would make. A feeling stirred within him to settle her, a crooning sound began within his throat. The instinct was as old as time; Zargonnii warriors had a soft spot for the weak and vulnerable. He stood still and stared at the small bush where the female was crouching.
    “Personally, I never get tired of hide and seek. I’m a warrior after all; it’s my job to seek out prey, but I do seem to have an unfair advantage over you—I can see in the dark. If you shove your fist much farther into your mouth, you may not be able to retrieve it.” He chuckled when he heard her groan. “I promise you, I’m not lying. I understand you find me scary and large. We are two different species after all. What did you expect—little green men? Do earthlings think creatures of other planets should look like them?
    “Just look at certain parts of me, not all of me at once. I know my glowing red eyes are creeping you out. Yes I’m a shade taller than seven feet, but I’m in battle mode. My white hair isn’t really alive; it moves the way it does as a tactical maneuver to frighten my opponent. Zuri, if I wanted you dead, don’t you think you would be already?”
    Zuri stood up, but remained somewhat crouched, as though curled within for protection. Her look was skeptical, resigned; he had a point. She moved to stand before him, her movements stilted, mechanical, jerky, and made an attempt to straighten. The little thing had courage; he was monstrous compared to her. He saw her swallow hard and tried to refrain from smiling as he knew his large pointed teeth would scare her further. She looked at his five-fingered hands; they were large, his fingernails were two inches long, pointed, black, and sharp as daggers.
    “My guess is your friends screamed because some of the warriors aren’t as patient as I am. The others were more than likely tossed over a shoulder and taken to the ship.” She looked at his broad shoulders, the oval bare spot on his belly, then lower until she snapped her gaze back to his. A red hue crept over her face, and once more she swallowed hard. Feeling cheeky, he refrained from mentioning he had no control over the erection she no doubt saw the outline of. When in battle form, he always maintained a hard on, every inch of