Title: Dark Flight
Author: Cynthia Sax
His mission. His challenge. His forever.
Orol, the Refuge’s second-in-command, has been given what he believes is a simple mission—escort two human females to the settlement. The winged warrior arrives at the meeting site to find one of the females missing and the other aiming a gun at his head. To rescue the first, he must capture the second. Once he has Rhea in his talons, however, he realizes he never wants to let her go.
Her enemy. Her captor. Her everything.
Rhea doesn’t trust anyone. She certainly doesn’t follow commands issued by a gorgeous flying male with glittering eyes, a beautiful face, and a seductive touch. Orol is dominant, edged with darkness, and determined to find her sister. Rhea will do anything to prevent that, even if it means playing sensual games of submission with her powerful enemy, seducing him into forgetting everything except her.
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His female extracted a dagger from one of his sheaths. “This looks promising.” She tilted the weapon back and forth. Sunlight reflected off the blade.
Orol narrowed his eyes.
“Use that and I’ll drop you.” He warned her. “If you hit the ground, you’ll die.”
They soared high above the sand dunes. She was human, delicate, breakable.
“I might die or I might live.” Her hands shook, the first sign of weakness he’d observed in his tiny warrior. “I’ll take my chances with the fall.”
She toyed with the blade, finding the gap between his chest covering and his ass covering. The tip of the dagger pricked his skin. He stiffened.
His damn female pushed the dagger home, slicing through his flesh, stabbing him in the gut, her big brown eyes blank of all emotion.
Orol howled, pain surging through him, acute and intense. It wasn’t enough to break his hold on her. The Humanoid Alliance had tortured him more severely for many human lifespans.
But he had promised to drop her.
Orol released his female and yanked out the dagger. She fell. While he licked the blade clean and placed it back in the sheath, he trailed her descent.
The pain eased. The blood stopped gushing. The wound closed. He’d been genetically designed to heal quickly, his nanohumanics speeding the process.
His female continued to plummet. She spun in the air, flaying her arms and legs, as though reaching for something, anything, to break her fall.
His tiny warrior didn’t scream, didn’t make a single sound.
“You’re fierce, mate.” He swooped downward, clasped her waist, pulled her upward, retrieving her before she splattered her pretty face all over the white sand.
This time, he didn’t flip her over. Facing away from him, she wouldn’t be able to reach his remaining daggers, inflict more damage on him.
Dampness coated his fingers. Orol gazed downward and his heart squeezed. Her flight suit dripped with blood, too much blood.
“You’re bleeding out.” He could lose her. She was human. They hadn’t yet mated. He hadn’t fed her his blood. She didn’t have his nanohumanics to help her heal.
“I’ll be dead within moments.” Her voice was barely audible, even with his enhanced senses. “Before this planet rotation, I had never broken a promise to her.”
She must be talking about her sister.
His female’s body went alarmingly limp, her head and limbs dangling. “You did it. You can tell your masters, the Humanoid Alliance, that you killed us. You ended whatever threat they believed two small human females posed to their magnificent cause.”
“You won’t die.” Orol carried her to the top of the highest mountain. They’d be safe there. Steep cliffs surrounded the plateau at the pinnacle, making it accessible only from the air. “You’ll keep your promise to your sister. And the Humanoid Alliance are not my masters.”
He hated them, would kill them all if he could.
About Cynthia Sax
USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, SciFi and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.
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