4. Varnak

CHAPTER 4

Varnak

H er body is pressed up against me and I can feel her warm skin sizzling along my own skin. My nerves are dancing and it feels like I can't think more than one second without picturing her under me in another room, in another hour, another second, another lifetime where we could indulge in the dangers and joys of the flesh.

But this is not that time.

"Tell me again why you think you can win this, vistu," I grunt and shove at her shoulder, pushing her off of me and breaking her hold easily.

"Because…." But she stops talking and then her fist connects with my jaw and stars dance behind in my eyes.

I stand up and snarl as I push her back, stalking lightly around her frail little body. It pisses me off that she's the one that insisted I needed to fight her to force her to admit that she's not the right person for this mission.

I don't want to touch her let alone fight her. But I'll be a vrecking moldesta if I let her make this trip with me. I cannot do it. I am just not sure I have the control to keep to my own side of the ship and not sneak in to see her sleep, watch her breathe and dream about her when I do manage to close my eyes for a few minutes. I will get no rest and it will be the worst thing that I could do to myself.

I shake my head again, my ears still ringing as I pace around her. She keeps one eye on me at all times and I can't do anything but look for an opening where I will not hurt her unnecessarily.

And I finally get it when she whips around when one of the newer warriors whistles at her and breaks her concentration.

I lunge forward and wrap my arms around her, feeling the zaps of fire dancing along my skin as I hug her to me, trying to keep her still.

Her slender body twists and bends and then her foot comes up between my legs and she steps on my bare foot.

"Oof!" I loosen my grip slightly and that is all it takes for her to whip around and push her open palm up and into my jaw…hard. I can't see anything for a minute and I groan. She whispers in my ear.

"I told you I'll win. Because I'm not afraid to fight dirty with any male. Even you."

And then her leg comes up and her knee slams into my crotch, bringing me to my knees with a rasped gasp that bellows out of my lungs painfully.

Every other warrior in that room winces and I growl when I see them staring at me like I'm a pitiful male for letting this female best me.

They don't understand that she's a fucking dangerous heathen who would gladly destroy anything that got in her way. Even my balls. Which I think I can taste in my mouth since she got me so hard that it feels like I'm breathing my own testicles.

I learned that word when I was studying those damn books so that I could talk to the females.

Actually one female. The one who's currently standing over me, smiling, as I promise myself that I will not throw up. I won't give her the satisfaction.

Koehn winces and walks over to where I'm lying on the floor, my groin on fire and throbbing and not for the usual reason it is around her.

He grins sheepishly and reaches a hand down to help me up off the ground. Thank vreck, the burning need for her has lessened. Probably due to the incredible amount of pain that I'm currently in.

But I have to admit that she fought like a warrior and she used what she needed to win. As any warrior would.

"I think she won, Varnak."

"I know this, Koehn."

That is all that's said but I limp to my feet and nod my head at her once. "I think that we should leave in the two moons that was discussed. I will talk to you later."

And I limp out of the door, my pride as wounded as my rada right now.

And I know that until we leave, I'm going to keep feeling her under me and wanting her more than I ever thought was possible.

Wanting that slender body pressed into mine, her lean muscles rippling as she put me in my place. I've never felt so…strange. Like a male who feels…proud. And I should not be. I was beaten soundly by a female. I should feel shame more than anything. But I can't.

And that's almost more scary than being alone with the woman who set me on fire and then tore me apart with what felt like a flick of the wrist.

Females. Ugh. Why can't males learn to live without them?