His deep voice sounded the way velvet felt on the fingertips #MMRomance #SciFi #MFRWhooks

In this scene from Surrender Love, Izzorah had been tossing and turning in bed, wound up over meeting Luc Saint-Cyr, the head of the company where his band would sign a five-year contract. Terrified he'd make a mistake and reveal he was unworthy, he flings himself out of bed and gets into the shower. The hot water has relaxed him, and he's indulging in a favorite fantasy...

Is this my warrior?

Humans thought Kin males were all big predatory cats. Alphas.

Maybe in those vids they advertised to human females, but not in real life. Not on a world where males were property and warriors were female.

Izzorah slid a hand down his chest, over his pelt, down his abs, imagining himself as property of a predatory alpha...

A human male gripped both wrists and pinned Izzorah to the wall like a trophy. "What are you doing, my young Kin? Are you fantasizing?"

Snarling, Izzorah released claws and bared fangs, but the human stayed beyond reach. It was dark, and none of the man's features showed. Against this kind of strength and at such an angle, he had no defense. He forced his claws from their sheaths but couldn't reach skin. He growled, twisting. It hurt his wrists, and he yelped.

"Easy. Stop thrashing and I won't hold you so tight."

With abrupt resignation, Izzorah ceased fighting. He sheathed his claws, looking up with a submissive smile. Open. Trusting. Giving.

"That's much better." The human gentled his touch, loosening his gloved hands. "I won't hurt you." A whiff of mint revealed the man's amusement, but there was no cruelty. The man meant him no harm. "You have nothing to fear from me."

Baked bread with cinnamon wafted into the air. Contentment. Few knew how to hide emotion from a Kin. No one hid it from Izzorah.

Naked, helpless in the human's hands, he shivered despite the heat roaring through his body. He lowered his ears in submission, his gaze down in respect. One did not meet a warrior's gaze without permission and what was this human if not a warrior?

He would be safe with this man.

"Hands above your head." The man's deep voice sounded the way velvet felt on the fingertips. He slid Izzorah's hands upward. It opened him and arched him toward the human. "Look at me."

He obeyed, a cross between fear and desire making him pant.