by Selena Kitt
Her mouth tasted sweet—as though she’d been sipping hot chocolate before she came to save him and her body, so tense in his arms a moment before, was suddenly as pliable as silk under his hands. Her fingers in his hair pulled him closer, urging him to take more, to give more of the sweet sensation of their mouths meshed together. Encouraged, Boone licked delicately at the seam of her lips and to his surprise, she parted for him, inviting him in.
“God, darlin’,” he groaned softly before slipping his tongue inside her.
K stiffened anew at the feeling of his tongue invading her mouth, then she pulled him even closer, pressing up to offer more as he explored and owned her gently but thoroughly.
Mine, Boone thought deliriously, as he held her tight and tasted those lush lips at last. You’re mine now, K. I don’t care where you came from or where you’re going because now that you’re here with me I’ll never, ever let you go...
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t a case of the horny heteros.” Loki’s voice, tinged with amusement and disgust, cut through the fog of pheromone-induced lust which seemed to have clouded Boone’s brain.
“What?” He pulled back at once and K let go of him at the same time.
“Boone?” The expression on her face was one of wonder and concern. “What happened?” she asked. “What is that awful smell in the air? And why do I feel so weak? So... so strange?”
“That’s because you are fucking strange, Princess Paladin.” Loki smirked at her. “And awfully eager to play kissy-face with Boone here for a cold, emotionless Purist, if I may say so.”
K flushed again, her cheeks going dull red. “I don’t know what came over me. I would never... have never...”
“Of course you haven’t. It’s the pheromones.” Boone cursed himself for a fool. No wonder she’d responded to him so eagerly. The hormone soup that passed for air around the dead saurian would be enough to challenge even the strongest moral conviction. K probably would have kissed Loki in this state—if he’d wanted her to, that was. Though from the look on his face, that was the furthest thing from the Erian’s mind.
“Well, you’ve done it now, one kiss is all it takes.” Loki was still smirking.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? And what are you doing here anyway?” Boone snarled as K hurriedly put some distance between them. “From the way you were whining earlier I thought you’d be somewhere getting your itch scratched.”
“Oh, don’t worry about little old me.” Loki batted his eyelashes and grinned. “I already got fucked just a minute ago by that big, strapping young man over there.” He pointed to a man who’d been in the crowd watching from the other side of the fence. Loki waved at the man and he waved back uncertainly, a look of confusion on his face. “I’m not entirely sure he knew he was gay.” Loki gave his conquest a bright smile and turned back to Boone. “But he sure as hell does now. What a beastly top. Love it!”
“Loki, can you be serious for once?” Mom had joined them and she was giving the Erian a look of disapproval. “We all nearly died out here—you and Boone especially. Instead of engaging in carnal activities, maybe you should thank the Goddess you’re still among the living.”
“I was giving thanks,” Loki snapped, putting a hand on his hip. “That’s the way we do things on Eros. And apparently the way they do things on Athena, too.” He gave K a derisive glance. “Boone and Princess Paladin were going at it pretty hot and heavy too but I don’t see you lecturing them.”
“I have never engaged in that type of... of activity before,” K protested, wrapping her arms around herself. “It is not typical on Athena. I don’t know why I... I...” She put a hand to her head and her eyelids fluttered. “I don’t...”
Suddenly she sank to the ground in a dead faint.
“K!” Boone scooped her up and ran for the RTV. “Hurry, we have to get her back to the ship!”
He settled his large form gingerly in the passenger seat, still cradling K’s limp body in his arms. Mom gunned the engine and he stared anxiously at the Paladin’s pale features. What was wrong with her? Was it an after-effect of using the powerful weapons to save him? Or had he overloaded her system with his foolish, ill-conceived kiss? Had he killed her?
Please, no—let her be all right. Let me be able to save her, Boone prayed, crushing her to his chest. Please don’t let me lose her now!
Chapter Thirteen
K woke up feeling very strange. No, not just strange... wrong. There’s something the matter with me, she thought and struggled to sit up.
“Whoa, darlin’, not so fast.” A big, warm hand pushed her down gently, forcing her to remain on the sleep platform.
“Boone?” K tried to make her eyes focus but it was difficult—her eyelids felt like someone had tied lead weights to them. Not only that, her whole body was burning and her skin felt hot to touch. “What... what happened to me?” she asked, her voice sounding slurred in her own ears.
“I’m not sure.” Boone sounded worried. “You seem to have gotten overloaded somehow. Don’t worry—you’re safe now. We’re aboard the ship.”
“Did we get the hyperdrive fixed?” K asked, wishing her voice didn’t sound so weak. “Can we... go on now?”
“Ilesca is finishing it up—against Abrahams’ wishes.” He sounded grim. “He seems to think we violated the terms of our agreement by killing Sweetie instead of collaring her.”
“There was no choice.” K shook her head weakly. “Although I... regret the way she died. I’ve never shot anything so big with my gauntlets before. Normally the plasma vaporizes whatever it comes in contact with instantly. But she was so huge...”
“It wasn’t your fault.” Boone stroked her forehead soothingly and wiped her cheeks with a damp cloth. “Not your fault, darlin’. You did what you had to do and I’m damn grateful you did. If you hadn’t, I’d be in the belly of the beast right now—literally.”
“Couldn’t let her kill you.” K closed her eyes again. The damp cloth felt wonderful or maybe it was just his hand on her skin. It seemed to reduce her fever though she still felt weak. “Didn’t... want you to die. I know it’s wrong but...”
He chuckled softly. “Yeah, I know. You were just saving me so you could kill me yourself.”
K frowned and opened her eyes again with effort. “I advise you not to take my threats lightly, Boone. I still have every intention of killing you.”
“I don’t take you lightly, K.” His deep voice was suddenly serious. “I would never do that.” He leaned over her, his blue-green eyes searching hers and for a moment she thought he was going to do that strange mouth thing again—the lips pressed to lips which had made her feel faint and dizzy and excited all at once.
K’s heart started to pound as she looked into his Impure eyes which were somehow so strangely beautiful. Did she want to let that happen again? It was the worst kind of contamination. Well, not quite the worst but almost. The only thing more invasive and intimate would be if she let him actually—
No, she thought, almost panicked by the thought. No, I would never. Sexual reproduction is the lowest, the worst form of contamination. I would never let him do that, never let him put his body within mine for any reason.
But she’d let him slip his tongue into her mouth, hadn’t she? And why did the memory of that moment, the taste of his tongue, the feel of his lips on hers, make her chest ache and give her a strange, hot, throbbing sensation between her legs? Why did the idea of his big body covering hers make her heart beat so fast?
What in Purity was wrong with her?
“Boone...” she whispered uncertainly.
“Yes, K?” He was so close she could see the flecks of gold in the depths of his blue-green eyes. So close she could have reached up and guided him down with her fingertips to let their lips press together again—if she wanted to.
Is he waiting for me to do that? Is that what he wants? Is that what I want? The moment stretched between them like a sweet, fragile thread of honey and K felt she
was drowning in a gold flecked sea until—
“Boone?” The voice from the com shattered the strange spell which seemed to have been cast over both of them.
Boone cleared his throat and sat back. “Uh, yes Mom? Is everything all right?”
“It’s that cat-woman mechanic, Ilesca.” Mom’s voice sounded mildly disapproving. “She says she’s finished with the ship but she wants to talk to you—to thank you—before she goes. She wanted to come straight to your sleeping quarters but I wouldn’t let her.”
“Thanks, Mom.” Boone sounded relieved. “I’ll come out and see her instead. Just have her stay around the engine room and I’ll be there in a minute.”
He started to get up from the side of the bed but K reached out to touch his arm. “Wait.”
“What is it, darlin’?” Boone spoke softly, his eyes fixed on the place where her fingers touched his bare skin.
“I don’t like you going out there alone.” K frowned, wishing she felt stronger. “I want... want to come with you. I know what she probably has in mind when she says she wants to thank you.”
He laughed. “There’s that green eyed monster again.”
“The green eyed monster? What are you talking about?” K demanded.
Boone grinned and shook his head. “Never mind, it’s not important. Listen, K, you have nothing to worry about. I’m not interested in Ilesca in the least, I promise.”
“So you won’t... do anything with her?” K couldn’t help asking. “You won’t... do that mouth-on-mouth thing with her?” She felt her face getting hot as she spoke but she couldn’t seem to help it.
“You mean a kiss?” Boone murmured, his eyes half-lidded as he looked at her. “You want me to promise not to kiss her?”
“I... yes.” K’s cheeks were burning and it wasn’t from fever this time. The tension between them was back and thicker than ever. His gaze burned into her but somehow she couldn’t look away. “Will you promise?” she whispered.
“If you’ll promise to let me kiss you again instead.”
K’s eyes flew wide. “I don’t... we shouldn’t...”
“Take it easy, darlin’,” he said softly. “A kiss doesn’t always have to be on the lips.”
“It... it doesn’t?” For some reason this idea sent K’s heart into overdrive. “Then... where...?”
“Anywhere. Anywhere at all.” He smiled at her and nodded down to where her fingertips still brushed his arm. “You realize this is the first time you’ve ever reached for me and touched me on your own? Without me touching you first, without me holding you?”
“No.” K felt absurdly flustered. “I... I didn’t.”
“Well, it is.” Lifting her hand, he turned it over and pressed his lips to the inside of her palm.
K had to bite back a gasp. His hot breath seemed to burn her and his lips felt incredibly soft and gentle against her skin. Her heart was thundering so loudly she felt sure he must hear it. What’s wrong with me? Why am I reacting so strongly to something which should make me recoil? Why do I want more?
“Boone...” she whispered in a trembling voice. “Boone, I... I can’t do this. I don’t know how or why or—”
“Don’t worry about it, darlin’.” His voice was deliberately light as he placed her hand back down on the coverlet. “See? Now I’ve had my kiss and I promise to keep my mouth far away from Ilesca’s lips—not to mention her whiskers.” He laughed.
“All... all right.” K’s heart was still pounding too hard—it made it difficult to think. Stupid emotions, she thought, angry with herself for getting so flustered. I shouldn’t feel this way—shouldn’t feel at all! But now that she had started, it seemed almost impossible to stop.
“Boone? She’s getting impatient.” Mom’s voice from the com sounded impatient as well. “I think you’d better get out here.”
“Coming, Mom.” Boone gave K a little smile and stood with much more grace than should have been possible in such a large man. “I’d better go give Ilesca her meow-mix before she and Mom get into a cat fight. No pun intended.”
And before K could say anything in reply, he went out the door and was gone.
Boone cursed himself angrily as he strode down the ship’s narrow silver corridors. What had gotten into him, treating K like that? She was sick, for God’s sake. In fact, she’d been burning up until he started wiping her face with the damp cloth. Then she’d seemed to come back to herself a little but still, she was helpless and in no position to counter any kind of sexual proposition.
She’s a virgin, he told himself. Completely inexperienced. Not to mention the fact that she’s repelled by the idea of any kind of sexual contact. But she hadn’t seemed repelled when he kissed her palm. Her breathing had quickened and her pulse had been going crazy, while her eyes, those lovely, black and white eyes in which the black was receding daily, had been open wide with surprise and some other emotion Boone couldn’t quite read. Could it have been desire?
Doesn’t matter if it was, he told himself roughly. This isn’t the life she wants for herself. She needs to stay as she is, at least until I give her the suit back. Then she can decide if she wants to go back or stay or what.
“Doctor Boone.” The purring voice of Ilesca, while not exactly welcome, at least had the effect of shutting down his inner monologue of guilt.
“Ilesca.” He nodded at the cat woman as she came slinking toward him. “Mom said you’d finished the repairs?”
“I have.” She nodded and took a step toward him, as though to repeat the intimate, cheek-rubbing welcome she’d given him when they first met.
Boone stepped hastily back. “I, uh, want to thank you for finishing things up despite the... disagreement I had with your father.”
“No, Dr. Boone, it is I who must thank you.” She nodded gravely. “My father was deluded in this matter. He thought he could save Sweetie, turn her into something calm and domesticated. But he was wrong.” Her cat’s eyes turned hard. “She killed my lover, you know. He was her first victim.”
“I’m so sorry.” Boone shook his head. “Abrahams said Sweetie killed your brother too. To lose both of them in such a horrible way...”
“They were one and the same.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Boone was certain he’d misunderstood.
“I said, my lover was my brother.” Ilesca shrugged. “It’s not unusual among my species. We are half animal, you know and animals never worry about such things.”
“Oh, well...” Boone wasn’t sure what to say to that. He’d encountered some strange customs on different planets but...
“I want to thank you for avenging him,” Ilesca continued. “My father would never have seen the truth. He would have kept trying to save Sweetie at the expense of everyone around him. He never wants to admit to failure—even when it’s staring him in the face.”
“You’re welcome but I’m afraid I really can’t take any of the credit,” Boone said. “It was K—if she hadn’t decided to ride to the rescue your father would probably be looking for someone else to play pin the tail on the saurian.”
Ilesca sighed. “It was the Erian DNA he used—it heightened her sex cycle to abnormal and unstable limits. From the moment she became sexually mature she was a danger to everyone around her.” She shook her head. “The hormones made her savage.”
“Yeah, well I think the pheromones she was putting out brought out the beast in all of us.” Boone rubbed the back of his neck, remembering that one, sweet and completely forbidden kiss he’d shared with K. Would he have kissed her if they hadn’t been breathing in the potent chemicals released by the saurian? More to the point, would she have kissed him back without them? If not for the tension filled conversation they’d just had in his sleeping quarters he would have said no. Now, he wasn’t so sure.
“... so I left some of my old outfits I thought might fit K. Though they will probably be a bit loose in some... areas.” Ilesca threw out her ample chest and gave him a knowing wink.
Boone realized he’d been too busy reliving his kiss with K and had missed something she had said. “Oh, uh... okay.” He nodded. “Thanks so much.”
“You’re welcome, Doctor Boone.” She gave him a slow, seductive smile. “It’s too bad you have to leave so soon.”
“I’m afraid we do, though.” Boone tried to edge away from her without being obvious about it. “I should probably find Loki and tell him to get the engines going.”
“No need, I’ve already told him.” Ilesca laughed. “Don’t worry, Dr. Boone, I won’t molest you. I can see you have eyes only for your Paladin.”
“K is under my protection. And—”
