Kiss of the Night (Carnal Thirst 2)

As he stepped into his decadent quarters and then into bathroom, he hugged her tight. “You’re different than I thought you’d be.”

“Oh yeah?” She swayed a little as he set her down and he steadied her before dropping his pants. Moving into the shower, Alex turned on the water and she tried not to drool. “Is that good or bad?”

“It’s great.”

Turning around, Bree took in her surroundings. She’d traveled in a great many transports and one thing they all had in common was “the head”. Usually the room was a metal box with a sink, a toilet and a rectangular metal-lined shower. Alexei’s private bathroom was as far removed from those spaces as it was possible to get. Taupe-colored stone with golden veins covered the floors and walls, and when she finished her circle, she noted the shower was lined too. It also had no door.

Alex, completely naked and dripping with water, held out his hand in invitation. Achingly aroused all over again, she gladly accepted.

“You’re just so serious on the vid unit,” he said. “So formal and—”

“Uptight?” Sighing at the feel of warm water coursing down her back, Briana closed her eyes and tilted her head back under the spray. Then she moaned as Alex caressed her breasts with soapy hands. “I have to be on my toes all the time. My opponents are always looking for any weakness to exploit.”

“It’s got to be hard for you.” He tugged at her nipples with his fingertips and the sensation coursed down her body, making her cunt clench in response.

“I hope so,” she breathed, opening her eyes to stare up at him as she took his cock in hand. He swelled instantly at her touch. “Great recovery time.”

His mouth curved and he reached between her legs, his soap-slick fingers parting her and then rubbing her swollen clit. “I’ve waiting a long time for this. It’s inspiring to finally have you here and naked.”

Widening her stance shamelessly, she clutched the top of his shoulders for support as her knees went weak. “W-what?” She shivered at a particularly skillful stroke. “We just met.”

Alex reached around her, cupping a butt cheek to support her as he rinsed off the soap. Then he thrust two fingers into her, studying her response intently. “Ready for those orgasms you wanted?”

“Oh hell…” She sagged into his embrace as he began to fuck her with his fingers, stroking as deep as he could.

“You’re right about being tight,” he growled into her ear before biting the lobe. “And you feel like silk inside. Drenched silk.” His tone was harsh, almost brutal, and she remembered suddenly that he wasn’t human, not anymore.

As his thumb found her clit and rubbed in time with his pumping fingers, she tried to hold off the orgasm, wanting this moment to last. The feel of his skin, slick with water, and the fog around them, created a scene better than any she’d ever read about. “What do you mean you waited for this?” she gasped.

“I’ve watched you on the vid for a long time.”

Lifting her head from his shoulder, she gazed up at him. His eyes were dark, the irises thin rings around enlarged pupils. “And you wanted to fuck me?” Bree couldn’t believe it.

“Oh yeah.” His wicked smile revealed his fangs. “Hard. Bent over your desk, your tight ass in the air, your cunt creamy…” Alexei twisted his fingers inside her as her mind flooded with images of his fantasies. “And hot around my cock. Your voice hoarse from screaming my name.”

She whimpered and moved her hips in rhythm with his thrusting.

“Jack me off again,” he ordered, his voice so guttural she could barely understand him.

The crude command coming from any other man would have ended the encounter immediately. But coming from Alex, it was so arousing she almost had an orgasm. She not only had the right to touch him, but he wanted her to. Desperately. None of her fantasies could come close to this.

The dreams she’d had were of hot, sweaty, messy sex. She hadn’t imagined the darkly seductively scent of him or the rough satin feel of his golden skin. She certainly hadn’t imagined his touch, so gentle and reverent, like she was valuable to him for more than her money.

Her touch, when she reached for him, was just as affectionate as his. She grasped the heated length of his cock and stroked him lovingly. Longingly.

“You’re so beautiful,” she breathed, watching the way his abdomen muscles laced tight with tension.

“I’m glad you think so.”

Lifting her chin, she met his gaze again. She let him see the entirety of what she was feeling—the wonder of discovery, the pleasure in his touch, the lust inspired by the feel of his thick cock pulsing in her hands.

Alex shuddered. “When you look at me like that…” His cock jerked.

“What? What happens?”

He shook his head, but she knew. There was too much…emotion…between them. Her throat ached, her eyes burned. Bree was grateful for the shower mist that hid her sudden tears. She wanted to keep him, damn it. Not just to have a gorgeous man in her bed, but because he’d cooked for her. Because he’d been protective in the bar and jealous over James. Because he cared enough about her to want her memories of him to be good ones.

And that was all she could have of him. Memories. Would he remember her a century from now? Two? Several?

They were strangers. Why did she care?

Spread your legs.

As he finger-fucked her with greater urgency, Bree hooked one leg over his lean hip and rode his hand. “Oh God…” She was so close to coming, but she didn’t want to go alone. They were in this together, whatever this was.

Yes.

That dark whisper was raspy, and grew even hoarser as she pleasured him ruthlessly, both of her hands pumping his cock in just the way she’d learned earlier.

“Fuck yeah…” he groaned, stroking her cunt in the same rhythm she used on him. Their hips rocked softly, their bodies straining. She offered him her mouth, desperate for a kiss. Instead he pressed his cheek to hers so that his labored breaths gusted across her ear.

“I want you,” she gasped, wanting his kiss and his cock and a bed to roll around in. She wanted comfort and an end to this feeling of being rushed. She wanted to silence the driving voice in her mind that said this bliss was only temporary, but it increased in volume, crashing against her in hot waves of need.

It took her a moment to realize it was Alexei she was hearing.

From then on soft and sweet wasn’t possible. Their mutual drive to come was raw and hungry, both of them running away into the forgetful arms of climax. But as they reached orgasm together, their bodies shuddering against each other, her cunt drenching his hand, his cock spewing its seed, the tenderness with which they held each other was undeniable.

It wasn’t making love.

But it was awfully close.

Chapter Three

What the fuck just happened?

Alex ran a hand through his wet hair and felt like he’d just been run over by a transport. He’d really like to sit down for a moment and consider the mess he was in, but the insistent beeping from the comm link wouldn’t allow him to do so.

Falling wearily into his chair on the bridge, he activated the comm and watched as the President of the Interstellar Security Council came into view.

“What the hell took you so long, Night?” Derek Atkinson barked. “You were supposed to check in hours ago. Did you make contact with Representative Michaels?”

“Yeah, she’s on board. We’re on our way.”

Derek’s steely gaze narrowed. “Your hair is wet.” His lips twisted with wry amusement. “Damn, you move fast. I thought she’d resist you for a day or two at least.”

Scowling, Alex said, “I took a shower.”

“Sure. Whatever you say. What you do with Michaels on your own time is your own business. Just don’t let it interfere with the mission.”

“You’re not worried I’ll lose my edge?” Alex asked with raised brows.

The president laughed. “You, Night? Hell no. And cer

tainly not with a human.”

Leaning back in his chair, Alex wished he could say the same with as much conviction. Unfortunately for everyone involved, his objectivity was shot to hell. What was supposed to have been two weeks of pleasure with a woman he admired had turned into something he didn’t quite understand.

“Besides,” Derek continued. “Intimacy with her will make it more likely she’ll trust you. We need to know what she’s expected to give in return for the safety of her family.”

Alex’s jaw tensed. He’d been distracted by lust earlier, but Briana’s love for her family had shone through. She was terrified for them. “Are they safe?”

“To the best of my knowledge, yes. Her father hasn’t been seen at his residence lately, but I’m still not certain if that’s a bad thing or not. He may have just gone away, I’m looking into it. Representative Michaels sent her sister and brother-in-law on a trip. She may have done the same for her father. Apparently she hasn’t disclosed anything to them, so they don’t know they’re in danger. If things heat up though, I’ll have to place them all in protective custody.”