Dangerous Lovers (170 page)

“Unfair? Do you think you’ve been fair with me? You don’t trust me and you lie to me? How fair does that sound to you?”

She knew he was holding back his anger; she could sense it right beneath the surface, trying to burst forth.

“You have all those powers and I have nothing. I can never win against you. Even a simple touch from you can destroy me.”

He nodded once to her, “You make a fair point Liasare. But why do you think it’s me versus you? Why can’t you look at it as a joint venture? As a team? If you go back to Earth with us, you must work as a team. If you don’t trust us, you better bloody damn well act like you do, or all bets are off. Do you understand? And so help me, if you
ever
lie to me again, you’d better run for your life!”

Liasare thought for a moment. What were her real options? She couldn’t stay here; she’d feel trapped like an animal. At least on Earth, though small, she’d feel she was making some contribution. Jurek’s behavior did freak her out. His power freaked her out. She wished he would spill it all and get it out in the open, but from the looks of things, her super powered revved up alien wasn’t in any kind of hurry to share his innermost thoughts or his background. Well, suck it up she would. She hated herself for caving into him, but as long as she could wheedle out one of those amazing orgasms from him, maybe she could be happy...a little. Who was she kidding? She wanted the real thing...and soon. She wondered if it were possible to get him drunk and seduce him.

Her eyes must have betrayed her because next thing she knew, his face was next to hers and that damn sexy voice of his was whispering to her that she needed to clear her head of such naughty thoughts.
Busted!

“You naughty girl. Get your head out of the gutter, sweetheart. You have one week to hone your skills. It’ll be with me because Tak’s already left for Earth. Be prepared, love for a tough daily workout. Now, you can sleep with me, if you’d still like, or you can return to your room. I want you here with me, but after everything you’ve been through, I understand if you want some privacy.”

She cocked her head at him and said, “Privacy my ass! I want a full on body massage with your super duper mojo and then right before lights out, you’re going to make me come once more. After that, I’m going to sleep and you’re going to lie awake a very frustrated man!”

He looked at her intently for a minute, and then in a flash, he was gone.

***

She’s going to be the death of me yet!

He had to get away from her...the sooner the better. He was ready to drop to his knees and profess his love for her. What the hell was he thinking? He couldn’t afford to do that now. That could put her in serious danger. He was no fool. He could tell how she felt about him and the last thing he wanted was to exploit those feelings. His emotions were so tangled up in her right now he was losing his steely control he always prided himself in.

How can one woman be capable of bringing me to my knees like Liasare does? Christ, I look at her and I fall apart at the seams. And then I’m such a shit; I go and zap her with my fucking power. The look in her eyes made me want to die. The only person in the universe that means something to me and there I go acting like a dick and actually hurt her...physically hurt her. I should be strung up by my balls for that. I should be worshipping her and what do I do instead? I cause her pain.

He was so disgusted with himself he found himself in a bathroom, becoming violently ill over what he had done to her.

Chapter Sixteen

Liasare was surprised to find herself alone in Jurek’s bed in the morning. She fully expected him to be there. He must still be totally pissed at her.

“Oh hell no! Shandro!” she suddenly screamed.

If January and Rykerian knew she was on Earth, it wouldn’t take them long to put two and two together and figure out how she got there.

She flew out of bed and headed out the door when she realized she was butt ass naked.

“Crap! Jurek, get in here!” she shouted.

No response.

“Jurek! I need you now. Please! Help me! Jurek!”

Still nothing. On to plan B. She needed to get dressed. She quickly pulled on what she was wearing last night and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Since there was only one toothbrush, she grabbed it and went to town on her pearly whites. Dashing to the transmuter, she ordered up a ginormous cup of coffee and headed out the door. She was clueless to where she was headed, but she had to find someone that could help her communicate with Shandro. She had to warn him.

“Jurek,” she called out periodically. Finally, someone told her he was not on Lare-Stell.

“Is Tak around?”

“No, my lady. He is gone as well.”

“Shit,” she muttered to herself. “What about Naroo. Is she here?”

“Yes, my lady. May I tell her why you’re seeking her?”

“Yes.” Before he could even move, Liasare shouted, “Naroo! Help me!”

Naroo flashed before her.

“My lady, Liasare. Is there something wrong?”

“Yes. I need your help. I must contact someone on Vesturon. How can I do that?”

“That’s not possible. We only contact others through our use of telepathy from Lare-Stell Base. It’s for security reasons.”

“Damn! Holy moly mother of all! Triple crap!” Liasare shouted as she slammed her fist into the wall. “Bloody hell,” she yelped as she grabbed her hand, bending forward. “Ah, fucking A. I think I broke my damn hand.”

She fell to her knees at about the same time she heard a pop and felt the hairs raise on the back of her neck. She was in too much pain to care, so when she was flashed to his room, she was still writhing, cradling her hand to her chest.

“Un-fucking-believable! I’m gone for less than twenty-four hours and you bring the bloody space station down. Give me your damn hand,” he seethed.

Liasare looked at him, feeling the anger pouring out of him. She feared him now, much the same as when he destroyed his quarters after discovering she had touched Tommy. She shook her head. She’d rather suffer a broken hand than his wrath.

He narrowed his eyes and snarled, “I’m not playing games Liasare. Give me your fucking hand, NOW!” Everything in his room began pulsating. Glass cracked, plastic split, chairs moved.

She stretched her arm out and watched it quiver. He snatched it and she cried out in pain, as he looked at her in annoyance. Moments later the pain had disappeared and her hand felt as good as new. The rest of her, unfortunately, felt like she had been cracked in half.

“Now what, pray tell, is so fucking important that you’ve felt it necessary to cause a major disruption in the universe?”

Suddenly it became unbearably difficult for Liasare to swallow and the back of her throat began to ache. Her eyes filled with water, making it next to impossible to focus. Crossing her arms over her stomach and willing herself not to cry, she dropped her head and stared at her feet. Why did he always have this effect on her, making her feel like a misbehaving child?

“I’m waiting Liasare,” he snarled, “and this better be fucking worth the interruption.”

“I ... I ...”

“Goddammit speak,” he thundered. Unexpectedly, she found herself up against the wall, his arm beneath her throat, cutting off her air. Her face turned ashen and she repeatedly blinked her eyes, in a feeble attempt to stem the flow of tears.

Jurek slipped into his mind control method and commanded, “
Liasare, explain.”

When he eased the pressure on her throat, the urge to speak compelled the words from her mouth. Even though her throat burned and constricted with the pain of her emotions, her forced words told him how she needed to warn Shandro while her tears scalded her cheeks.

When he heard that name,
his
name, Jurek wanted to tear Lare-Stell to pieces. Jealousy raged through him, making him burn with anger. He was unfamiliar with these feelings, but they consumed him, leaving his belly filled with a fire he was ill equipped to deal with. One thing he knew with certainty, if Shandro were standing here right now, Jurek would have killed him.

Stepping away from her, his voice laced with sarcasm he asked icily, “Are you fucking with me? Are you telling me that you’re raising all kinds of hell because you wanted to warn your
lover
that January might figure out who helped you get to Earth? I thought you were in trouble Liasare. I thought you were ill. Then I arrive here to see you have Naroo in a quandary because of
this
?”

Breathing heavily, like he’d run a marathon, Liasare watched his face become a mask of fury. Cowering in the corner, she was truly afraid of him now.

Jurek was beyond angry. Somehow, Liasare tended to push all the wrong buttons on him and this was the final straw. He crossed the threshold of his power and was about to let loose.

Liasare watched as his eyes went from lavender to solid silver, to black and was horrified to see a beam of light shoot out and disintegrate half the furniture in his room. He turned toward her and said, “You bring new meaning to the word anger.”

“Fuck! Are you going to kill me?” she whimpered.

“You manage to make me lose every last shred of sanity Liasare. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you,” he seethed.

Something snapped in her brain again, much like the last time when he went all psycho on her. Her anger took over as she stood up and hissed, “I only wanted to help Shandro. He helped me and he’s
not
my lover. He was Tommy’s best friend. You saw me naked for fuck’s sake. You saw what I looked like before you took away my scars. Did I look like someone that would have a hoard of lovers? You can be such a fucking moron sometimes. For as powerful and advanced as you claim your species is, how the fuck do you get off by not having a solid means of communications?” When she finished speaking, her chest was heaving, her forehead was damp with sweat and her heart was pounding.

“I get off by fucking women Liasare, that’s how. And just for the record, Praestani don’t need communication devices. We are telepaths and can communicate with anyone without them. They are useless pieces of shit to us. To answer your question regarding the number of lovers you’ve had, that’s not something I ask a woman because I don’t care to know.”

“Well, good for you Jurek. Why don’t you go and fuck some women then? And while you’re in the neighborhood, go fuck yourself too. Asshole!”

He stomped up to her and narrowed his eyes, acting like he was debating on whether he was going to say something. He must have thought the better of it because he flashed out of the room. Unfortunately for Liasare, at that very second, she reached out to smack him, but her hand came into contact with his pure energy form instead. He never felt or saw it, his anger ran so deep.

Liasare dropped to the floor like she’d been dosed with a short burst of five hundred volts. Her heart beat erratically and then she went into a series of seizures. When they finally subsided, the pain began. She screamed as it intensified until she finally lost consciousness. Eventually she woke up, but she was so weakened from her ordeal, she couldn’t move or call out for help. She threw up and then a pool of saliva formed beneath her mouth and her hands and feet grew numb. Her arms and legs were riddled with pins and needles so she could only assume numbness would soon follow in them as well. She wondered if she were dying. In the past whenever she had touched Tak or Jurek, Jurek always had said it would pass. For her, it seemed it only kept getting worse. She made every effort to move, but only succeeded in passing out again.

***

Jurek flashed back to Earth. He was on the hunt...on the hunt to destroy something. The idea of Liasare wanting to protect that Vesturion made him want to scream.

Doesn’t she know I’m the only one I want her to think about? Doesn’t she know she has me so on edge every day I can barely think straight anymore? How can she want to protect that Guardian when it’s me I want her to be thinking about?

Jurek only had one thing on his mind now and that was destruction. He had to take his vengeance out on something and he knew exactly who.

He went straight to one of the known Xanthian warehouses and annihilated it. Next, he flew to the alleyways behind the clubs in town, searching for more Xanthians to destroy and lucky for him, he found what he was looking for. Continuing on this killing spree, he didn’t stop until the sun began to rise. The last vestiges of his anger had finally subsided, so he headed for Lare-Stell to rest for a few hours.

When he entered his quarters he knew there was something terribly wrong. What he saw lying on the floor, nearly made his heart stop. He had her wrapped in his arms in a millisecond.

Christ! What the hell happened here? Liasare ...

“Liasare! Stay with me Liasare!”

He didn’t understand how Liasare had gotten into this condition. He called out to Naroo and she was there instantly. Naroo couldn’t answer any questions because she hadn’t seen Liasare all day. As far as she knew, she had been in Jurek’s quarters the entire time.