Choosing Riley: Sarafin Warriors Book 1 by S. E. Smith

crew,” Vox tried to explain as he
gently held her in his arms.
    “I will most certainly come up on your hairy
ass if you try biting one of my mates again,” Riley snapped. “Only
next time, I’m going to get one of those stunning rods so I can
shove it up your stubborn backside, you moron! You. Do. Not. Ever.
Sink your teeth into Tor, Lodar, Fred, or Bob again, do you
understand me mister?” Riley demanded stubbornly thrusting her
quivering chin out. “Do you?”
    Vox stared down into her big blue eyes and
felt like he was a drowning cat. He would promise her the moons,
the star systems, and Tor’s pelt for a rug if she asked. His head
lowered on its own as he fell into the beautiful blue oceans of her
soul.
    “I promise,” he whispered. “As long as he
promises to never imagine drinking milk from your beautiful big
breasts again. That is my fantasy.”
    Riley’s eyes widen before she reacted out of
pure frustration. She threw up her good arm and popped Vox right on
the end of his beautifully shaped nose as hard as she could. It
wasn’t until she was connecting that it dawned on her that was
probably not the best decision she could have made considering he
was holding her up in the air and she already had a broken wrist.
Thankfully, Lodar was standing close enough to catch her as Vox
howled in pain and rage. Riley’s scream of pain mixed with Vox’s as
her arm was jostled in the exchange. The sound was enough to draw
the attention of the guards as their door opened just as Lodar
tripped over poor Fred who was trying to get out from under
everyone’s feet. Lodar hit the floor with a wailing Riley while
blood poured from Vox’s nose.
    157 looked down at the sobbing female who was
being held in the arms of one of her Sarafin mates before jerking
to the other Sarafin warrior. The Sarafin King had blood pouring
down his face while the third Sarafin warrior was sitting to the
side wiping blood from his throat. 157 finally looked down at the
small Tiliquan who was rubbing one of his injured feet. The only
one not injured was the huge Gelatian.
    “I do not even want to know what is going
on,” 157 muttered shaking his head.
    Lodar tucked his head so the Antrox guards
couldn’t see his collar wasn’t glowing. “Our mate broke her wrist.
She needs medical care,” he said, rising with Riley in his
arms.
    Bob moved forward quickly, putting his larger
body between the warriors and the guards. He reached out and
scooped Riley into his arms and turned. Moving closer to 157 and
the guards, he crowded them forcing them back toward the door.
    “I will carry our mate to medical,” Bob said
quietly. “The others are in no shape to do so.”
    157 tried to look around the massive figure
in front of him but finally decided it wasn’t worth the effort. He
was tired of being called down here. He would be glad when the
final payment of credits was received and he could dispose of the
males once and for all. By tomorrow, he would be a very wealthy
Antrox. He had contacted the trader who dealt in supplying sex
slaves for the pleasure houses on the nearby Spaceport. He had been
promised a large sum of credits and immediate pickup. By this time
tomorrow, the males would be dead and the female gone.
    157 turned to the two guards standing behind
him. “Take her to medical and make sure she is completely healed.
If necessary, keep her there the rest of the evening,” he
ordered.
    Bob ignored the three low growls that escaped
the men behind him. “I will remain with our mate and make sure she
is safe. She will be returned safely,” he spoke loudly enough to be
heard by everyone.
    “I…. I need my things,” Riley cried softly.
“I…. I can’t leave my things. They are all I have left.”
    “I will bring them to you, Riley,” Fred
promised. “I won’t forget.”
    Riley looked over Bob’s head and smiled a
watery smile at her little friend. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
    “Riley,” Vox started forward, still holding
his