by Sasha White
No, you don’t. You smell delicious.
“Who hired you?” she asked, trying to get her mind back on track.
He didn’t answer as they stepped through the doorway into her bedroom. He scanned the room, taking in her meager furnishings, before proceeding forward. He did not put her down until they reached the bed, then he laid her gently onto the covers like she was fragile.
Katy’s heart clenched. She didn’t want to think about how his caring made her feel. She couldn’t allow feelings into the equation. The truth was he’d been part of the deception and the dangerous game they were playing hadn’t ended yet.
She scrambled out of his reach, landing on the far side of the bed. Katy made a move for her gun, remembering at the last second that he’d disarmed her. Her gaze shot to his handsome face. His lips twitched as he began to stalk around her oak bedframe, his eyes lazily tracking her jerky movements.
For a second his gaze flashed red, then just as quickly returned to green…or had it? Katy wasn’t sure she could trust her eyes anymore. He continued to slowly hunt her.
She got the distinct impression that they were playing a game of cat and mouse. There was no mistaking who was who, all that was missing was for someone to slap a tail on her ass and call her Minnie.
The man circled back, when she scrambled onto the bed to get away, his gaze stroking her body with such intensity that it felt like a physical touch. Katy tried not to respond, but it was difficult given his masculine beauty and the desire pouring off him in waves. No man should look that good naked.
She glanced at his impressive erection and her mouth watered as she imagined what he’d taste like, sliding down her eager throat. Heat infused Katy until her body throbbed with need. This shouldn’t be happening. Something was wrong.
Despite his claims otherwise, it had to be the drugs. She shouldn’t be responding to this man given the gravity of the situation. Hell, she shouldn’t be responding to him at all. Katy had always thought of herself as frigid. That’s what Roger had called her right after they’d had sex. She hadn’t been with anyone since, so nothing had changed except… She stared at her captor.
Why this man? He was a total stranger. What made him so different, so special?
His movements slowed and his eyes seemed to change from green to red with greater speed. Some instinct told her that their game had just come to an end.
Chapter Three
Kegar couldn’t believe his luck. He’d only been on the planet known as Earth for a few hours and he’d already found his mate. Her unusual hair color captured him, but it was her strong face that held him. She wasn’t a beauty in Atlantean terms, but to a Phantom Warrior such as himself, she couldn’t be more perfect. She was a hunter, a skill highly prized amongst the shape-shifters in his society.
His hands itched to touch her, remove her clothing, so he could begin worshipping her body with his tongue. Her scent intoxicated him until he found it difficult to think. The fight she put up in her transport had left him achingly hard.
Unlike most human couplings, which he’d studied intensely before leaving Planet Zaron, mating between pairs amongst his people could be extremely physical. Biting and scratching was common. Kegar had a feeling that this human huntress would be up to the task. She’d have to be, because he intended to claim her. Already his body had begun the mating heat.
Kegar smiled, pacing around the sleep paddock, hoping he could get himself under control before he touched her. He’d told the woman that she’d come to him willingly and he’d meant it. She didn’t need to know that his pheromones from the mating heat would aid in her capitulation.
He could smell the changes taking place inside her. The cream between her legs trickled down, moistening her sex. Already blood was beginning to fill the center of her desire. Soon her need would grow too intense for her to control, then she would beg for his cock, beg him to take her.
The thought sent a shard of pain through his groin. Kegar wouldn’t be able to wait much longer. Instinct rode him hard. The urge to mate was too strong. His heat had triggered her own. Kegar wanted to roar in frustration. Instead, he continued walking, slowing his steps until they kept time with each exhalation.
What is your name?
“Tell me yours first.” She arched a brow in challenge.
He flashed her a smile, curling his hands into fists to keep from reaching for her. Very well. My name is Kegar.
“That’s an unusual name.”
Not where I’m from.
“And just where would that be?” she asked.
Kegar could read her thoughts easily. She hoped to gain enough information to give to the authorities after he left here. She had no idea that they’d be leaving this planet together…the second he finished claiming her. Kegar debated whether to inform her of her fate, but decided against it. She’d learn the truth soon enough. He stopped his pacing and faced her.
I’m from far away. Now what’s your name, little one?
She snorted. “No one’s called me little since I was twelve years old.”
He frowned, not entirely sure what she meant.
“My name is Katy Manfred and you, Kegar, will be in a lot of trouble for keeping me against my will—unless you give me my damn cat back.”
I am sure that is what you’d like to believe, but it is not so.
“How do explain my missing saber-tooth?”
I have taken nothing.
“Fine! Whatever! You may not have taken the cat, that remains to be seen, but you’ve been holding me against my will for the last thirty minutes. On top of that, you’ve all but admitted that you plan to rape me.”
Actually, I believe I said you would come to me willingly. Your body already grows heavy with need. I can see your nipples beneath your shirt. They are hard and aching for my mouth. Already your channel moistens to ease my entrance. He grabbed his shaft, fisting its thick girth, then began to slowly stroke up and down.
Katy’s gaze riveted, following his movements. Her breathing deepened and her hands clasped the covers as if to prevent herself from moving toward him. Kegar hid his smile and continued to fondle his length.
After a few moments, his breathing matched hers and his grin faltered as he clenched his teeth. Sweat beaded his skin. Teasing her wasn’t working the way he’d hoped. If anything, it had backfired. He released his shaft, refusing to spend himself in his palm.
Katy licked her lips and her fingers slipped between her cloth-covered legs.
You will not pleasure yourself! The command was loud in his own ears. Kegar growled and his big body trembled with desire. Call to me now!
“No,” Katy said, her hips rocking as she slumped back down onto the bed. “What have you done to me?” Her eyes clouded as lust took over.
I have done nothing…yet. Do you not see that you make us both suffer needlessly? I know you want me as I want you. Your pride is the only thing stilling your tongue.
* * * * *
Katy blinked as the truth hit her. Kegar was right. She did want him—or at least her body did, while her mind boycotted the decision. No man had ever desired her this way. Roger had wanted sex, but he’d never wanted her. Kegar did.
His every move told her so. If she had any doubt, all Katy had to do was look in his eyes. They burned with hunger and so much emotion that it was almost painful to gaze upon. His intensity left her feeling raw and exposed. He hid nothing and demanded the same in return.
Yet, as much as he desired her, he would not take her without permission. Katy knew that implicitly. The knowledge both frightened and excited her because in the end she knew the decision to sleep with him was ultimately hers to make.
Kegar’s muscles shifted beneath his taut skin. Her body throbbed in response. She’d never wanted anybody as much as she wanted this man. She was obviously out of her mind. The old Katy Manfred never wanted a man. Sex was below mowing the lawn on her “to-do” list.
“Who are you really?” she asked.
I told you. My name is Kegar.
“That’s your name, not who you are.” The need became unbearable. Katy’s back bowed off the bed. His scent filled every pore on her body, leaving her delirious. She couldn’t stand the feel of her clothes against her skin.
Like a woman possessed, she began ripping her clothes away, her movements frenzied, her normal modesty all but forgotten. Welts rose on her skin where her nails raked.
Enough! Tell me to come to you. I can ease your body. The deep baritone of his voice echoed in her head.
“No!” she screamed, tearing her bra and panties off. “I can’t. Sex with you is not worth my life.”
On my honor as a warrior, I swear I carry no diseases. I would never put you in harm’s way. I’d rather die.
Nakedness didn’t seem to help. Katy could smell the musk from her sex as it wept for Kegar. He stood at the end of her bed, his hands gripping the oak frame until she heard something crack. She glanced at his shaft. A fresh glisten of moisture formed at the top. A moan tore from her throat.
“Please,” she begged.
I must hear the words.
“Please, Kegar.”
Tell me the words and I will end this. Tell me you want me.
She heard the pain that gripped his admission. It tore at her heart. He needed her. And more than that, Kegar needed to know that she wanted him. This was so fast, so insane. She’d always played by the rules. Never one to bend them until now.
The urge to welcome him into her body, into her life was strong and left Katy shaken. Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks as her body became inflamed with a passion that she never knew existed.
“Damn you,” Katy sobbed.
He growled. That’s not enough. Tell me.
“I hate you,” she snarled.
No, you don’t, but I have no doubt that you wish you did.
Fire swept through her, an inferno of desire that threatened to consume her. “Make it stop!”
Say it!
“I want you to fuck me. Okay? I admit it. Are you happy now?” She surrendered on a whimper.
No. Kegar shook his head, sending his hair over his shoulders. Tell me that you want…me.
Their eyes met, clashed, then seemed to come to an unspoken agreement. “I want. I want.” She cleared her throat. “I want you,” Katy said softly.
Finally. To his credit, Kegar did not smile. He knelt onto the bed and crawled between her legs, moving like a big cat. He didn’t climb on top of her. Instead, Kegar stopped when he reached the junction of her thighs and buried his nose in her moist curls. He shook as he inhaled, then his flat rough tongue spread her folds with one long swipe.
Katy cried out and her body arched to get closer. Kegar did not disappoint. He dropped onto his belly and began to feast upon her, scraping her clit with his teeth, then soothing the exposed nerves with his lips until she was convinced she’d go insane.
Pressure seized her womb as his coarse tongue flittered like a vibrator. Katy gasped, hoping to catch her breath, but he didn’t stop, only increased speed. It was too much, the intensity too strong. She couldn’t take any more. She reached for Kegar. She needed him inside her. Now!
* * * * *
Kegar lightly nipped her hand in warning, then continued to lick and suckle. He refused to be rushed. He’d waited for his woman, convinced she’d never appear. He had all but given up hope, then he’d seen her and his hearts had nearly burst.
Now that he had her, Kegar wanted to savor her. He wanted to know every inch of Katy Manfred. Hear every sound she made from a gurgle to a scream as he fucked her with his tongue and impaled her on his shaft. They had a lifetime to get to know each other. Right now, he needed this primal connection. He needed to know his mate wanted him, wanted what he could give her. That meant taking his time.
Kegar grasped Katy’s hips and spread them wider. Pink and perfect, she bloomed before his eyes like a flower at first dawn, its petals covered in dew. Her scent surrounded him, causing his head to spin and his body to ache. The thought of sliding into her sent fire rushing through his body. Kegar released one thigh and pressed a finger into her entrance.
Katy moaned.
She was tight and oh so wet. The combination left him salivating. He added a second finger, then dove back onto the bundle of nerves. Kegar worried the flesh with his teeth as he slowly stroked in and out of her luscious entrance. Her body gripped him, pulling his fingers deeper inside. It was his turn to groan. Kegar couldn’t get close enough.
He devoured her until he felt the first flutters against his fingertips. Kegar rotated his wrist and curled two fingers up until he could stroke the spot he’d read about in Orion’s report. The files covered languages, animal life, cultures, currency and human behavior—particularly sex. Kegar’s commander had been quite detailed when it came to the anatomy of Earth women and for that he was truly grateful.
Katy screamed as her orgasm slammed her body and collapsed like a rag doll onto the bed. Her skin was drenched in a fine sheen of sweat and her breathing sounded ragged in the relative quiet of her bedroom, matching the uneven pounding of her heart.
Kegar remained between her legs, lapping up her juices and growling deep in his chest. The one hand he held her with had left scratches down her outer thigh. She hadn’t even felt it. With one final swipe of his tongue, he rose, his cock looking hard enough to drive nails into the wall.
She gulped as he slowly worked his way up her body. His gaze strayed to her nipples. They beaded in reaction. He lowered his head until he could suck one into his mouth. Katy felt the pull of his lips all the way to her groin.
Kegar continued to tease and flick her with his tongue as he cupped her other breast with his large calloused hand, pinching and twisting her nipple in a dance of pleasure and pain that left her achingly taut.
Katy had never been into pain of any kind, but for some reason Kegar’s lovemaking left her breathless. And it was lovemaking, she had no doubt as his red eyes met her gaze. “Your eyes, they’re changing color,” she said.
It’s nothing. A trick of the light, he said, his expression growing stern.
Katy knew that wasn’t true. The color held some significance. She stared deep. The emotions swirling in his crimson depths shook her to the core. She didn’t want to think about what it all meant. There’d be time enough for that later.
For now, she would focus on the pleasure he brought her. Katy reached up and grabbed his head. The dark hair beneath her fingertips slid like silk over her palms. She burrowed her hands, relishing the feathery sensation.
Something that sounded suspiciously like a purr rumbled from Kegar’s chest. He released her nipple with a pop and then looked into her face. Once we do this there is no going back. Our essences will be joined. Do you understand?
“I don’t think so,” she said.
He slipped down to her entrance, his blazing crown searing her skin, turning her molten beneath him. All logical thought left her head.
Katy, do you understand?
“Ah, sure.” She didn’t, but if saying she understood would get him to slide the rest of the way inside her, Katy would agree to anything.
An expression of triumph softened Kegar’s warrior-like features. He smiled as Katy bucked her hips in encouragement.
You are mine.
The words slipped into her mind the second he thrust forward. Katy gasped, as her body attempted to accommodate his sudden invasion. Kegar was huge and it felt as if he was growing larger with each breath she took. He brushed the wet hair away from her face, pushing the strands gently behind her ear.
Relax, huntress. You can take all of me.
“What do you mean all of you?” There couldn’t possibly be more.
He laughed and rolled his hips, slipping a couple inches deeper. There’s more. He couldn’t keep the arrogant male pride from entering his voice.
Katy refused to admit that he had every reason to gloat.
* * * * *
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br /> Kegar gritted his teeth as he pressed inside her. She was so unbelievably tight that it took the last shreds of his control not to lose himself on entry. He kissed the side of her face, his lips feathering over her brow and down her nose, before finding her mouth.
He nibbled on her lips, until Katy sighed and let him in. Honey and light poured inside him as he gained entrance. Kegar slanted his head and began to explore in earnest. She was so sweet, so intoxicating. She made his head spin. The moment their tongues touched, his hips thrust forward, parting her folds until he’d buried himself in her velvet channel.
Kegar rode her gently at first, waiting for her body to adjust. He continued to kiss and tease her lips, until Katy began to match his movements. The second she did, Kegar swelled some more. She was perfect in every way and she was his. He’d gotten her agreement under duress, but he wouldn’t let that little detail deter him.
Put your hands on me. I want to feel your nails score my skin as I take you. He rocked his hips and she gripped his shoulders. That’s better. Do not hold back. I want everything. I will try not to hurt you, but know that it’s my people’s way to inflict pain, while bringing pleasure. He threw the last words out in challenge.
Katy’s gaze narrowed. “You’re not going to hit me, are you?”
Never! Affronted, he shook his head. My hands will only bring you pleasure.
She searched his face, then seemed to come to some kind of decision. “Then I can take it.”
Kegar smiled. I knew you could. I’d expect nothing less from my mate.
She frowned. “Mate?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, Kegar bit her lower lip and drove into her. He caught her gasp, while plundering her mouth. She shifted her hips to better accommodate his size. Kegar took the opportunity to grasp her legs and bring them up over his shoulders. The angle allowed him to penetrate to her soul.
Katy broke their kiss, her head thrashing from side to side as his hips began to piston. Her nails tore at his flesh, leaving streaks of blood behind. The coppery tang scented the air, along with their lovemaking. Kegar’s grip tightened, as the fleshy nodes on his cock rose, stroking her internally like a thousand tiny fingers.
