The Determined Hero Read online K. Webster (The Lost Planet #7)

Categories Genre: Alien, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Lost Planet Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
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I grip her rump hard enough my claws puncture her flesh. The scent of her sweet, metallic blood permeates the air, making my cock twitch with the need to release. She digs her heels into my rump, grinding against me, making sure all the good spots are rubbed in just the right way. The moment she throws her head back, crying out as her orgasm seizes her, I nip at her throat, drawing blood there too. My seed spills deep inside her, claiming her as mine.

I’ll never get tired of this feeling.

“You did this, Oz. You. My determined hero.”

As her body relaxes, I pull her to me, keeping her safe from harm. Gently, I carry her over to the bed and lay her down. Once she’s clean, I curl up around her, angling her body so she can watch the geostorm outside.

“Whisper,” I murmur against the shell of her ear. “I love you. I’m so glad you’re mine.”

Her feeling begins to return and she greedily pulls me to her. I mount her again, but this time, I gently make love to her.

Over and over and over.

Because, now, it feels like we have all the time in the world.

It’s a feeling I could really, really get used to.

13

Quinn

Six Solars Left

Jareth and Oz got the power back on earlier this morning and the mood in the facility is jubilant, to say the least. We have a chance at survival now because of Oz and the others. The Earth II Army is still coming, still dangerous and more powerful than we could ever imagine, but we’re fighters and we’re going to make it. And I’ll have my hero by my side.

Oz turns into me and wraps an arm around my waist. Even in sleep he needs me close. I’ve never had anyone who needed me before. I have to say I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it. “Breccan wants us in the Command Center at first light for an update with the prison.”

“Have they developed coffee here yet? Because if we’re going to be waking up this early, I’m going to need to be heavily caffeinated.”

“Not that I know of, but I’m sure we can find an equivalent.”

I soften against him. “I was only joking. We have other more important concerns right now.”

He presses his growing erection against my stomach. “We certainly do.”

Groaning, I let him rub against me for a long moment. “Oz, we can’t. You just said we have a meeting with Breccan soon. And if you get started, then I’ll get started and I won’t want to stop.”

“That doesn’t sound like a problem to me.”

It didn’t sound like a problem to me, either.

We were late to the meeting.

“Now that we’re all here,” Breccan begins with a pointed look in our direction, “Sayer will open a line with the prison.”

“Already done,” Sayer says and spins in his chair to nuzzle Grace, who is by his side. Jareth is behind them with their baby, a little quirk to his lips telling me he’s enjoying watching them.

A screen on the control panel changes from static to show a view similar to ours: a room full of beings—both mort and human—in a room of computers and electronics.

“I hear we’ve got a Kevin-Killer,” Hadrian says. I know he’s not Breccan’s direct relative, but they have the same mannerisms, and if I weren’t wearing my new glasses and could clearly see him, I could swear he even sounds somewhat like Breccan. “Good work, Oz.”

Oz merely smiles and buries his face in my neck. I hope they can’t see the blood filling my cheeks through the screen. Wrapping my arms protectively around Oz, I can barely contain my pride. His hard work was going to save all these people I’d come to care about.

“You’re right, we do,” Breccan says and claps a hand on Oz’s shoulder. “Thanks to this crazy mortarekker. We’ll be prepared for whatever the Kevins bring with them.”

“That’s wonderful news,” Hadrian’s mate, Lyric, says.

Breccan inclines his head, his expression growing serious. “We have but a few solars until the Kevins attack and I want our people together, come what may. We can prepare to accept everyone at the facility.” I note that Aria reaches out to take Breccan’s hand as he talks.

Hadrian and Lyric share a look. “We’ll put it to the people here. Once Avrell finishes designing a cure for The Rades, we’ll make arrangements for travel.”

Breccan nods. As though reading his mind, Aria says, “And how is Avrell doing on the cure?”

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” comes a biting female voice. A woman with dark wavy hair and light gray eyes comes into view. Her hair is up in a messy bun and those eyes are flashing with temper that I can feel across the screen. “He’s testing out every eventuality, taking his time coming up with the perfect chemical ratios, and holding court over us lowly peasants.”


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