The Wanting (D'Shar Men 1)

“Experience assures me I have,” she said.

His dark chuckle sent a shot of electricity straight to her womb. The surge of power made her breast heavy and the walls of her pussy tighten. She had to get out of her and regroup.

“I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

She prepared to turn around and walk away when his hand came to rest on her wrist. What should have been an innocent gesture shattered her composure. The years of denial collapsed as she met his dark gaze and allowed her tongue to sneak out and lick her glossed lips. She was done hiding her attraction to this man. The seductress she’d buried deep had decided to come out and play. The fingers that curved around her wrist gave a tight squeeze before they released her, and he took a step back. His hands placed behind his back as if it was a struggle to keep them from her body.

Anyone else would see a host dedicated to his character. But she saw victory. It was rare to see Phelan ruffled and tonight she’d glimpsed the alien behind the mask. His silent struggle to remain composed woke a side of her she had never known existed. An untrained eye would have missed the variation of his voice and the change in his eye color. Her lips puckered into a pout as she gave him the heated once over his fine form deserved. The light blue shirt molded to his well-formed chest, and the black pants outlined the bulge he sported. The sense of power she held over him made her greedy, and she couldn’t resist a step forward into his personal space.

“I like the pointed ears on you,” she whispered. Aroused by the flair of his nostrils, her voice grew deep and lowered as if she shared a secret. “I always did have a thing for Spock.”

“Why was that, Zasha?” he asked.

The sound of her name on his lips, a silken caress.

“He was my type.”

“What type is that?” he asked. His hands still clasped behind his back as he leaned forward, providing her with his undivided attention.

“Tall, dark, handsome, and alien,” she said.

“Phelan, we hate to disruption your conversation, but we wanted to come over and pay our respects.” The voice turned their attention to the group of guests lined up behind them.

The interruption caused Phelan’s eyes to flash black before they returned to their original amber.

“I think I’ll go find something to drink. Suddenly, I’m parched,” she said.

A thrill of excitement coursed through her as she hurried off into the crowd. Seconds before her departure Phelan had delivered a brief nod and a hint of a smile. He understood her game, and in his own way, accepted. It wouldn’t be long before he found her, and the fun began. Zasha made her way to the punch bowl and ladled a glass, sipping the sweet juice to combat the rise of heat in her body.

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His grip on his control was tenuous at best. His heart pounded in his chest, and his pulse skyrocketed. He’d expended a good amount of energy to redirect the blood that had pooled to his penis the moment Zasha had stepped in front of him. The wicked words which rolled from her tongue had almost ended with her ample curves beneath him on the marble floor.

Her rich hazel eyes burned a brilliant jade. Her cheeks glowed with a light flush that came on as they flirted. It was a heady combination, innocence mixed with

a dash of a naughty temptress. He’d seen a side of Zasha Johnson he never would have believed existed. But as they say, still waters run deep.

With her oval face and high cheekbones, Zasha Johnson was a beauty. But his attraction was about so much more than that. If she thought to escape him tonight, she was sorely mistaken.

The time to hold back passed. The Wanting demanded he take her now.

“Are you okay, Phe?” Marsden asked. His eyes full of concern as he strolled over with his date on his arm. Mars was the shortest of them, all at 5’9” with wheat-colored hair and ice blue eyes identical to their mother’s. Sent to Earth to collect recon from a young age, he was the most adapted to their new homeland.

“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“Honey, why don’t you go to the punch bowl? I’ll meet you there,” Mars said to his date.

The petite blonde gave a quick nod before she walked away. Her tiny frame swallowed in the sea of people.

“Bro, your eyes are almost black and your skin is the color of a Smurf’s.”

“A what?”

“A bright blue cartoon, never mind, it’s obvious something is up.”

“I hadn’t realized,” he said.

“What going on?” Mars asked.