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“It is not part of the Coalition.”

That I knew. “Then what are you doing here?”

“I am here meeting a business associate.” The way he said the words business associate reminded me of a Sopranos episode. All that, Hey, I got a guy…

“Is everyone from your world as wild as you are?”

He grinned then, his teeth straight and white. “You think me wild?” He shifted his leg so his knee rested between mine, and I was practically riding his thigh.

My mouth fell open, and he took the opportunity to put the tip of his finger on my lower lip. The touch was calloused even as he applied the softest pressure, rubbing back and forth in a delicious tease.

“Tell me your name.” Not a request, a demand from an alpha male.

Never one to give in so easily, I leaned forward and took the tip of his finger into my mouth, sucked on it. Once, twice, grazed his skin with my teeth before I released him. Just a little nip, so he’d know I wasn’t tamed. “Harper. Harper Barrett from California. I mean Earth.”

Great, I sounded like an idiot. But he didn’t seem to mind. His pupils were so wide his eyes went almost black, and a vein pulsed in his neck. “I will taste you now, Harper.”

Oh. Okay.

I expected slow, but he claimed my mouth with a hunger that made me weak. I couldn’t say more, not that I wanted to. I’d flirted, tempted and even taunted a wild, rogue male. He wasn’t bound by Coalition rules or consequences. And the way he kissed, with unbridled need and exquisite attention, I knew he did things his own way.

A way I liked very, very much. So did my nipples and my clit and my aching pussy. Yes. I imagined him stripping me right here, filling me with his cock, thrusting into me so hard my back bruised against the hard wall. Yet he was gentlemanly enough to tell me his intentions so I could say no, if I desired. Which I didn’t. No, I desired he continue and never stop.

“Something is missing here.”

The voice came from my left, and I stiffened because we weren’t alone. Styx didn’t react. He continued to explore my mouth with a fervor I’d never known before. But it was like I’d been doused in the proverbial bucket of ice water.

I pulled back slightly. “Styx,” I murmured, breathing hard.

“Hmm?” he asked, nipping along my jaw.

I turned my head so I could look to the side and Styx took advantage, lowering his mouth to my neck so I couldn’t turn away from our visitor. Yes, we were being watched. By a very big, very gorgeous male. He was huge, like Styx, wearing the same uniform. Same silver arm band. But where Styx’s hair was shorter and a deep, dark black, this man’s hair was actually silver, long and straight and shining. Not gray or blond or any color I’d ever seen before. And his face was chiseled perfection, his eyes a pale gray. He looked like a warrior god from a Dungeons and Dragons fantasy. Not real.

His grin, as his gaze drifted over my body, over Styx’s hand locking my wrists above my head, was wicked. And wide.

I twisted my wrists in protest and held myself perfectly still in Styx’s arms. Playtime was over. “Styx,” I repeated.

He didn’t lift his head, just continued to kiss and lick, and even nip along my jaw to my ear, then down my neck. “This is Blade.”

Odd introduction, but they obviously knew each other, felt comfortable enough to have a female between them.

“It’s…um, nice to meet you,” I said, although I wasn’t really sure if that was the truth. I twisted harder, and only then did Styx lift his head with a sigh.

“Don’t stop for me,” Blade said, taking a step closer. “I’ll join you.” He placed a hand on my cheek, his caress every bit as soul-melting as Styx’s had been. Gentle. Awed. And suddenly I felt very…between them.

“Um—”

“Did I mention that Blade and I enjoy sharing a woman between us?” Styx asked.

“Sharing?” I squeaked, my heart pounding so hard I was afraid it would explode. I glanced between the two, their differences like night and day. Salt and pepper. Hot and…hot. Oh. My. God.

“Twice the pleasure for you.” Blade’s quiet promise sliced through the air with the sharpness of his name. “We will claim a mate together.” He leaned down, ran his nose along the side of my cheek and sniffed, just as Styx had done. “Our bite will make you so sensitive, so wild, that the slightest touch will have you coming. Over. And over.”

His heated words made me shiver, the hot whisper sliding into my mind like a drug. I was drunk on their attention, my body determined to enjoy the ride even as my mind was arguing. Processing.

Two of them. At the same time. The idea didn’t scare me as much as it probably should have. But claim a mate together. Mate? As in forever? I knew enough about the other alien warriors, the Prillons and Atlans and the rest of these super-possessive, alpha males to know what that word meant.

“Mate?” I asked. “No. I’m not a mate. I’m no one’s mate.” Were they crazy? I just wanted a quickie. A good time. A little fun before I had to dive back into the guts and gore and killing fields. Mate had barely registered when the second part of what he’d said finally worked its way through my sex-fogged brain. “Wait. Bite? Did you say bite?”


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