Embracing Emily (#7 Warriors of Kelon) by Angela Castle Page A

mind. His unruly cock hardened, wanting to take her, bury his cock deep in her body over and over, filling her with his seed until it took root. She told him there was no danger of her becoming pregnant because she took a human contraceptive.
    “Who are you?”
    Vallarr glanced down to a male youngling, tugging on his tunic.
    “Warrior,” he rumbled at the wide-eyed youngling.
    “This is Vallarr, Simon. Big, strong and tough.” Emily smiled at the child.
    “Cool, I want to be a warrior, too. Do you fight monsters in space?”
    Monsters? Yes, there were many. How vulnerable this planet was, the population soft and weak, and yet they were all like these younglings. He hoped they never needed to face the terrors lurking out there. He has seen the horrors first hand, and failed to protect even a few of these people...
    His mind tumbled back to that day...
    He jolted awake, the taste of dust and ash in his mouth, the smoke in his lungs making him cough, pain wracking his body in the blackness. Silence, utter silence screamed louder than any noise could. Fight, protect...he struggled to push himself up. Something soft, yet cold and wet and lay beneath him.
    “Here, here, someone is alive!” He heard muffled voices in the distance. The sound of rubble shifting as men worked to free him from where he was buried.
    His groan turned into another painful cough, revealing his raw, dry throat. Pain shot along his back and across his side every time he tried to move. Dimness fringed the edges of his mind.
    Stay awake, fight through the pain.
    Light broke through when a slab of something lifted off him. “It’s the Commander. Thank Elron, he is alive! Get him out of there.”
    “Wait, let me stabilize him.” He recognized the healer, he survived the blast. Thank Elron.
    The hiss of a pain inhibitor pressed against his neck, easing the screaming pain. “Good, lift him, but gently.” As he moved upward, blinking in the light, he glanced down.
    In the planet star’s sunlight he saw how wet his uniform top was. His hands, were soaked in...He gasped when he caught sight of the human female under him. His body crushed hers when the blast took down the compound.
    Frantically, he glanced at the healer who moved down, his scanner running over the female body. The healer shook his head, sadness in his eyes.
    Vallarr saw her glassy brown eyes. She was dead.
    You did this, Vallarr, your mistake, you murdered helpless human females.
    “Vallarr! Look at me, Vallarr, see me, not then, here and now.” He blinked, blue eyes not brown, Emily’s face, not the others.
    “Remember breathe with me...in...” He followed her, deep breaths in, slowly out. Her arms hung around his neck as she stroked his back, staring into his eyes. He sat in a chair, Emily on his lap and yet, he did not remember sitting down. Such beautifully soft eyes, her voice so soothing. The vision faded completely. He lay his head on her, against her breast, regaining control of his breathing.
    “That’s my guy, back with me now?”
    “Yes, sorry, I...”
    “Uh, no, no apologizing. This is something you can’t help. It’s not your fault and you’re going to be alright. Okay?”
    Okay, safety was here, wrapped in her arms, where no pain or guilt could reach him.
    “Yes. I am better now, thank you, my Corami.” The title of his heart flowed out naturally.
    Someone cleared their throats and his head snapped up. Jyl and Hurr stood behind them, concern in their dark eyes. He froze, his throat closed up and he moved to push Emily from his lap.
    “No, stay, Vallarr, be at ease. We are friends here. You should have told me about your attacks.” Jyl moved in closer. “I am glad Emily could calm you; you had us worried. We needed to move you away from the children.” He smiled fondly at her. “She could tame the wildest of beasts, which includes you.”
    A new panic swelled in his chest. “The younglings—did I scare any of them?”
    “Oh, no, they are all fine for