What did you expect? His voice, low and throbbing with something that made her sweat, curled in her mind and the way he looked at her made her breath catch. Did you think I’d only pay attention to you in bed?
“You said you didn’t have to be charming.”
He arched a brow and came to a stop before her. Lifting his hand, he brushed the backs of his fingers across her damp cheek. “I don’t have to be anything, sweetness. But I choose to be everything for you.”
“Why?”
“Because it gives me pleasure to do so.” His firm lips brushed along her eyebrow. The sex appeal so innate to his kind was magnified in Alexei. She could almost breathe it in, almost taste it.
Bree lifted her face for his kiss, but he licked the corner of her mouth and then moved away.
She groaned in frustration. “Why won’t you ever kiss me?”
His hands circled her waist and he stared down at her with a smile. “I thought you wanted to fight?”
“No,” she said slowly. “I want you to kiss me.”
“Can I choose where?”
“On the lips.”
“My thoughts exactly.” The wicked glint in his eyes told her they weren’t thinking about the same lips.
Shoving out of his embrace, she turned away. “Go walk on the ceiling or something, Alex, and leave me in peace.” She was so sick of the tight control he kept himself under. It wasn’t natural, and they both knew it. Every time they made love—and it was definitely making love—he restrained his baser instincts. Every time they ate, he suffered through stored blood when she would have given hers gladly. His reticence was a barrier between them, a huge one, and she couldn’t live with it anymore.
He sighed. “Bree—”
“Don’t ‘Bree’ me! What is it with you and your fucking control? You want a certain level of intimacy and that’s it. You decide the level for you, but you want everything from me.”
“It’s not like that and you know it.”
She rounded on him. “I know you won’t kiss me! Sorry, but to me, kissing is far more intimate than fucking.”
“Mistress,” James interrupted. “I need to speak with you.”
Alex turned. “Get the hell out of here!”
“Don’t talk to him like that,” she snapped, silently ordering James to her room.
“Why?” Alex asked. “I can’t hurt its feelings.”
She shoved past him, intent on following her droid. “Don’t be an ass.”
“Where are you going?” He caught her by the elbow.
“To my room.”
“You mean our room?” he bit out.
“No, I mean my room.” Bree tried to shake him off. “The one I slept in the first night.”
He drew himself up and loomed over her. “Why can’t you discuss whatever needs to be discussed in front of me?”
Titling her head back, she stared up into his gorgeous face with its tightly drawn lips and intense gaze. His grip was unrelenting. He wasn’t hurting her, but neither could she escape.
“Because it’s none of your concern, Alexei. You draw the intimacy line at kissing. I draw it at discussing Council business with a criminal.”
Bree felt the frustration and hurt ripple through him. Every day she spent with him made his emotions clearer to her. She knew he could read her just as well, even better, since he could read minds and she couldn’t.
“What does it matter?” she asked, lifting her chin even higher. “Whatever you want to know, you can find out by eavesdropping on my thoughts.”
His jaw clenched. “I want you to talk to me. I want you to share things with me. I want you to trust me.”
“Like you trust me?” she challenged, arching her brow.
“Damn it, that’s different. I could kill you, Briana, if I’m not careful.”
“Perhaps what I have to say would kill you too.”
“That would be stretch,” he said dryly, “since I’m very nearly immortal.”
“In space maybe, where you’re surrounded by metal and no suns. Tolan is a whole different world. We have two suns there and one of our largest exports is trees.” She watched him run an agitated hand through his hair and released her breath in a rush. Her heart ached. “Any way you look at it, we’re from two different worlds.”
He shot her a narrowed glance. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Bree waved a hand between them. She had to swallow hard before she could speak. “Whatever’s happening between us is hopeless. I want more than you can give. I shouldn’t want more, it’s ridiculous to want more, but I do. We should just end this now.”
Suddenly his grip hurt. “What do you suggest we do?” he growled. “Reach port and say, ‘Goodbye, thanks for the fuck of my life’?”
“I think that’s best, don’t—Mmff…”
Alex’s mouth swooped down to hers—hard, expert, demanding. His hands moved to her wrists and held her absolutely still, his head tilting to deepen the angle of the kiss.
Dark, rich and exotic, his flavor flooded her mouth and made her dizzy. His tongue swept past her lips and into the deepest recesses, licking and tasting as if he were starving for her. He wasn’t the gentle, considerate lover she’d known the last week. This Alex was harsh, almost brutal, his tongue fucking her mouth in a desperate, frantic rhythm.
Bree sensed the control he wielded and felt the battle that raged inside him. Encouraged, she brushed her tongue past the sharp tips of his fangs and leaned into him, pressing her breasts to his chest, telling him silently to give it to her. I dare you, she taunted in her thoughts, her hands cupping his ass and squeezing the firm flesh.
He growled into her mouth, flooding her mind with images of him as a ravening beast and her as a helpless, frightened victim of his lust.
She fought back with her own visions, pictures of her giving as good as she got, taking everything he had and asking for more. Straddling him, taking him, fucking him.
His grip on her wrists tightened until it was bruising. You want a taste of what it would be like?
Before she could think her reply, he was moving. He ripped at her clothing, razor-sharp claws shredding her shorts and scraping briefly across her skin. She shivered and moaned, his need for her sparking her own for him. With impatient hands, she yanked down his trousers, freeing the cock she couldn’t get enough of. Crowding her, he stepped out of his pants, forcing her to take rapid backward steps. Unwilling to give him any advantage, she reached between them and cupped his balls. His snarled response wasn’t even remotely human, but she wasn’t scared. She could never be scared of him.
Alex pulled her to the floor, his mouth locked with hers. The kiss she’d longed for cut her lips with her own teeth. The palm that cupped her breast squeezed with painful pressure and the hair-dusted thigh that thrust between hers was rough in its intrusion. Locked together, they rolled and strained to get closer, every touch and movement filled with an underlying desperation.
And then with startling suddenness he thrust away from her.
“Go.” His breathing was harsh and loud in the padded room. “Run.”
“No, damn you.” Scrambling to her knees, she crawled toward him. “Don’t push me away again.”
“Get out of here!” He curled away from her, the skin of his back rippling as he struggled to contain his hunger.
“You stop now, Alexei Night, and I’m going to kick your ass. And don’t think I can’t do it either. You won’t fight back and I’ll just keep on punching.”
He shot a glare at her over his shoulder, revealing glowing red eyes and bared fangs. Against her will, she shivered.
Last chance… he warned.
Bree steeled her nerves. This was Alex. She knew him. She trusted him. “Bring it on.”
Before she could blink he was on top of her. Open your legs. Now!
She’d barely spread her legs before he plunged desperately into her cunt, digging deep with that endless length of thick cock. Moaning into his mout
h, she couldn’t catch her breath, he gave her no chance to adjust. He fucked her like a madman and she could only hang on, her hands clutching his flexing ass as he reamed her with unbelievable speed, spearing her high and hard. Bree writhed beneath him, begging for air, but he dug his claws in the padded mat to anchor them in place and only shafted her harder.