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smelling her. She wanted more than biology and a strong mental connection. She didn‟t

know him.

As she finished the last of the succulent meat on her plate, she glanced at him from

the corner of her eyes. His long, black hair hung well below his shoulders. She

wondered if he knew just how much of a temptation that thick mass posed. She wanted

to smooth her hands through it to see if it felt as soft as the hair of his ruff had when

he‟d been in animal form.

She had to figure out what she was going to do. As much as it appealed, running

into the forest wasn‟t really an option. If she got into the forest, she knew she wouldn‟t

be able to resist shifting. Her more basic instincts would be sharper in animal form. One

whiff of his scent and she‟d probably jump him. She couldn‟t run, but staying offered

just as much danger if not more. She didn‟t want to accept a claim of any kind. The only

problem was that he wasn‟t going to walk away.

Jarritt stood and held out his hand. Lisia looked at her empty plate and then at his

hand. She slid her fingers over his palm. He drew her to her feet and away from the

table.

“You can meet the others tomorrow.” He urged her through the door into the

privacy of his section of the
marrohl.

Fuck.
Lisia cursed silently as the door slid into place behind them. He turned back

and pushed a small button on a keypad near the door. She heard a light chunk from the

wall and realized that he‟d locked the door behind them. She knew he wouldn‟t force

her to have sex. He wouldn‟t hurt her. She could feel his protectiveness almost as

strongly as she could feel his desire.

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No, her problems rested on the fact that she did want him. The urge to get close to

him had been building in her even when he‟d still been in cat form. The possessiveness

in the feelings she‟d sensed held her back. She knew better than to play around with a

possessive
Aridi
. He didn‟t want a single night. He wanted the rest of her life. The

question was, would she be able to keep it to a few kisses and touches when she wanted

so much more.

He stopped at the door to her room and turned to face her. His body brushed

against hers as he stepped forward. She edged back, not ready to make any kind of

decision about him yet. Just because he had the potential to be a mate with her didn‟t

mean she had to take the first man who stirred her interest. If she‟d been that desperate,

she‟d have already been mated and had children.

He leaned closer and his lips brushed over hers. Even in that soft caress, she felt the

demanding claim he wanted to stake. Her back pressed against the wall. Frustration

and anger mixed with her desire. She had to clench her hands to keep from running

them up his chest. The fact that she‟d been reduced to retreating only fueled her

emotions. She wasn‟t some trembling little virgin. She had to stop backing away him. It

would give him the impression that she was afraid of him. She wasn‟t afraid, but

caution demanded she find a way to resist him somehow.

Without anywhere else to go and nothing snappy coming to mind, she tried edging

to the side. His hips pressed against hers pinning her against the wall. She felt the hard

ridge of his cock nudge against her stomach. His scent teased her and lured her. Part of

her wanted to do nothing more than snuggle against him and savor his delectable smell.

Her hands flexed. She ached to touch him, to discover if his chest was hairy and if his

skin was that light brown color all over, or if it was a tan.

She groaned. By
Asaen’s
gold cloak, she was making herself crazy. Each thought

only heightened her arousal and made it harder to resist. She needed to find a way to

distract him and herself from thoughts of sex at least until she could manage to slip into

her own room and leave him outside.

“Um…what kind of trouble have you had with space pirates here? She licked her

lips. At that moment, it was the only question she could think of that didn‟t revolve

around his body and how it looked without clothing.

“They take our trade goods and shipments. They do it to almost everyone in this

area.” He smiled and his right hand traced over her hip and up, slipping beneath her

shirt. “Do you think I‟m going to let you distract me with questions?”

“Maybe for a little while.” She looked up at him, noticing the shadow on his hard

jaw and the way his brown eyes sparkled with gold.

“Not when I have you in my arms.” He chuckled and his thigh slipped between

hers.

She heard the beginnings of a purr in his words. She could feel the vibrations

everywhere they touched. Her already-hard nipples tightened even more. His chest

rubbed from side to side against the hard nubs. The feel of his muscles moving against

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those sensitized tips broke the last of her control. She had to touch him. She ran her

hands up his sides. He leaned down, brushing his lips along the line of her throat.

“Invite me into your room.” His teeth scraped along the side of her neck.

She shivered. This was getting so out of control, but she didn‟t want to stop it yet.

She arched her neck giving him more access to the sensitive skin. He obliged, nipping

and sucking at the skin just where her shoulder met with her neck. His hand slipped up

her ribs, cupping one full globe in his large palm. She tried not to press her breast into

that big warm palm, but she ached to do it. Her nipples had tightened into stinging

hard nubs.

“Take me into your room,” he whispered, lifting his head from her neck.

She looked into his eyes and leaned toward him. Her lips brushed his. He sucked

her lower lip between his, but didn‟t deepen the kiss. She frowned at him, frustration

mounting.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked with a smile. His finger brushed across the

tight tip of her hardened nipple.

“Yes.” Lisia slipped an arm around his shoulders lifting into him. Why was he

teasing her? She knew he wanted her.

“Then let‟s go into your room and get more comfortable.” He dropped kisses along

her cheeks as if he was in no hurry at all.

She nodded, eager to feel more of his touch. He smiled widely, showing a lot of

teeth, and opened the door. A small flicker of worry fluttered through her mind, but she

pushed it back. This felt too good. His fingers tangled with hers as he led the way into

the room. His arms swept around her drawing her close as soon as the door closed

behind them.

His hips teasingly brushed against hers. The thick ridge of his cock pressed against

the soft mound of her stomach as he walked over to the bed, urging her step by slow

step backward. Releasing her for a moment, he sat on the dark gray blanket. He reached

out and tugged her off balance. She landed in his lap. His hands clasped around her

hips and he arranged her legs across his thighs. His lips opened over hers and his

tongue swept across her lips and into her mouth.

She hooked her arm around his shoulders and leaned into him. At first, she didn‟t

notice his fingers slipping under her blue shirt. But when his fingers brushed against

the underside of her breast her eyes snapped open. Her nipples tightened into hard

stinging points. She made no move to stop him and arched, pressing the full globe into

his palm.

He chuckled, the sound rolling across her lips. He drew back and raised his brows

as he pushed up her shirt. It bunched just over her breasts. She took over and pulled off

the clinging fabric. She let it fall to the floor.

She saw his brown eyes lock on her dusky brown nipples. His tongue slicked over

his lips. A thrill shot through her just at seeing that intent look and the thought of his

lips on her breasts.

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“Lean back against my arm. I want to taste these,” he urged. His fingers brushed

over one taut peak in a fleeting caress.

She leaned back. His lips traced over her collarbone. Her tongue swept across her

lips. His supporting arm remained steady behind her. Warm, moist breath fanned

across the slope of her right breast a moment. She opened her eyes, watching,

anticipating the feel of those firm lips on the tight bud of her nipple. His mouth hovered

over the peak and she drew in a sharp breath as her hunger built.

His tongue circled the hard bud. She shivered and moaned at the tingling sensation

that swept over her. By
Asaen
, she wanted to feel him sucking at her breast not licking at

her, teasing her. One of her hands fisted in his long black hair trying to bring him closer

to her. He chuckled and the vibration rolled over her skin. His other hand squeezed and

flicked the aching nipple of her neglected breast.

“I need your mouth on me. Take my breast into your mouth.” She drew in a

shuddering breath. Even to her own ears, her voice sounded strained, thready.

“Whatever you need.” His eyes met hers just before his mouth lowered to her

breast.

His tongue curled around the distended nipple. She felt his mouth firm. The pulling

suction shot through her and she felt an echoing pull in her pussy. Hunger roared

inside her and her clit ached. She wriggled, impatiently. Squeezing her thighs together,

she groaned. She needed the feel of something inside her clenching channel.

His fingers gave a last tormenting pull on her nipple before his hand slid down her

stomach. She felt a slight tug on the band of her pants, but his hand didn‟t slip under it.

It glided over the fabric to the top of her mound. A single fingertip skimmed over the

cloth shielding her pussy. At the first touch, her thighs widened in invitation. She

wanted to feel his hands on her. He traced a burning path along the top of her mound.

Her eyes closed as his finger traveled lower. That touch was so light, teasing, she felt

almost no pressure at all. It sent a shot of pure, sizzling heat through her. Her body

trembled, poised on the edge. Her hips rocked against his finger.

His mouth left her breast, trailing a path of kisses up her chest and neck. “I‟d like to

lick you all over, to taste that sweet arousal that fills my senses. You‟re burning for me.”

“Please…” She breathed the word against his lips as she reached for his hand.

“What do you need, my
liana
?” Jarritt asked between swift kisses.

“Touch me.” Her thighs widened even more.

“I am touching you. Where do you need my touch?” He nipped at her lip and then

soothed the small sting with gentle strokes of his tongue.

She groaned, a shudder rippling through her body as his hand squeezed her breast.

All she could think of was the exquisite sensation and the pounding need pulsing inside

her. She grabbed his hand trying to push his fingers to where she needed them most.

His hand didn‟t even budge.

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“I can‟t give you what you need unless I know what you want,” he told her in a

voice just a little above a whisper.

“My pussy. Please touch my pussy.” Her fingers tightened on his arm, her nails

digging in just a little. She wasn‟t above begging and she‟d be screaming for it if he kept

playing his games.

His hand lifted and went to the waistband of her pants. She released his arm, letting

him work on the fastening. She wriggled in his lap and the bunched fabric slid over her

hips. A low growl burst from his lips at the movements. His hand hovered over her

thigh for a moment. Her breath caught in her throat. Finally, his fingers touched her

skin, trailing over the slick hairless lips in a fleeting mimic of his earlier torture. His

fingertips stroked between the plump lips circling the hard nub of her clit.

She pressed kisses along his cheek, his neck, anywhere she could touch. She needed

the contact. Two long fingers stroked into her quim. She screamed as a blinding wave of

pleasure hit. Her body shook as he continued to stroke into her. She held on to him,

feeling as if she was being pulled apart by the sheer force of the sensation.

Gradually, her breathing returned to normal and the last rippling pulse faded. Her

eyes rose to meet his and she blinked as she saw the wide smug smile on his face. Why

was he so happy? He hadn‟t come. She could still feel the hard ridge of his cock

pressing against her hip.

“That was beautiful, my
arra
.” A distinct purr rumbled in his voice. His hand

pressed against her pussy driving his fingers deeper into the slick clasp.

Her mouth fell open and she shook her head in horrified denial.
Arra
, the word

echoed through her head. He couldn‟t have called her his mate-to-be. She knew that he

had said it, but it made no sense. Her eyes locked with his brown eyes.