Storm by Tana Stone

Enslaved to the alien gladiators. Trapped on a harsh alien moon. Stranded with an alien warrior who may be as dangerous as my former captors.
All I know about the Taori warrior who saves me during an escape attempt and the ensuing battle is that he’s huge and horned. When he drags me from the carnage and deeper onto the barren moon, I’m grateful for his protection—even if he does eye me like I’m the last drop of water in the desert.
When he confesses that he’s slowly being consumed by an ancient curse on his people—a mating fever with only one cure—I don’t want to believe him. Especially when being around him provokes desires I’ve never experienced before. Desires that feel like they’re devouring my inhibitions. Can we evade the aliens hunting us and escape the deadly moon before we’re both cursed?