Stallion of Ash and Flame (Siren Publishing Classic) by Savanna Kougar

I’ve never been able to track their whereabouts until tonight when I remote viewed.”
    “Why tonight?”
    Dang it, if his filly didn’t ask all the right questions, but all the wrong questions for him.
    “A tip from the Hjorior, a race that has been present on Earth since before the time of the Druids.” There, let her chew on that one long enough for him to figure out how to handle her. Though he had a sneaking feeling he wasn’t going to figure anything out beforehand.
    “What? Like the Anunnaki?”
    It was his turn to blink disbelievingly. And he did. Trail raised up on his elbow regarding her. “Did you know the amulets were of Anunnaki origin?”
    She shook her head ‘no’. “They just, just felt so ancient...whenever I held them. I only know the name Anunnaki because they are one of the earliest races of gods talked about by those who study the ancient Sumerian tablets.” She peered at him sharply. “How do you know?” She nailed him with another look. “If that’s true.”
    Trail itched to stroke down her hair and soothe her. That would earn him her ire. “The Hjorior clued me in. Then when I remote-viewed the amulets, I knew. Their design is a technological key for operating deep mining machines.”
    “Gold,” she stated, her voice ephemeral as the last beams of moonlight. “The Anunnaki created a race of slave humans to mine for gold. What do you know about that?”
    “For a time that was true. They became bored and there was already a race of evolving humans here who do not bear a resemblance to humans now. Against the will of their world’s High Leaders, the Anunnaki group stationed on Earth did experiments, creating a new race of humans.”
    “In their own images?”
    “Mostly. Humans today look like about fifty percent of that group’s genetics. Gold,” he repeated several seconds later. “The Anunnaki, and other races they were allied with, mined for other metals and gems, as well.”
    “How do you know all this?”
    “I’m not from here, Seneca.” God, he’d wanted to wait until after he mated her. Linking with her as a mate could only occur the third time they sexually joined. Hell’s fiery balls, now he had his seduction work cut out for him.  

Chapter Six
    I Arrived on Earth
     
    “Alien.” Her breath had remained in her lungs long enough for her to say the word. Now she nearly hyperventilated.
    “I arrived on Earth from our world’s portal. Our race is connected to yours. But we’re also very different.” Seeing the color drain from her face, he added, “I am related to the Apache. We share ancient ancestors.”
    She grabbed breaths. “Oh.” Propping herself up on one elbow, she clutched her throat. “I knew you were different. But I never suspected...I just thought—”
    “Thought what?” he asked, more curious than sin.
    “You know. A renegade type.” She let her hand drop away from her throat.
    “Renegade,” he repeated in a rasp. Eros god, did he ever want to be his mare’s renegade lover. He wanted to touch her desperately. Their legs still pressed together, but he wanted to caress her face, take her again. Mate her.
    Instead, he murmured, “Seneca, only you can recover the amulets.”
    She scrutinized his face, trying to determine if he told the truth. “I don’t understand.”
    Giving her some room, Trail laid back on one of her plump pillows, his head on top of his hands. “I called them the Fire Starters because I didn’t know who they were, until I remote-viewed them tonight. They’re a space mariner race called the Fystites. They’re known for aggressively establishing trade bases and routes for anyone who can pay their price. Seneca.” He turned his face to her. “There’s a warehouse of mining equipment, all levels of technology. The Fystites aren’t miners. They purchase and sell and transport. They’ve been richly paid to set up the operation, then manage the commerce end of it.”
    He watched her consider everything he’d