Countdown to Clans of Kalquor 10: Alien Hostage, Excerpt 6

              He was shocked when she reached up to stroke the scar dragging the corner of his mouth down. Her husky voice even lower than before, she murmured, “So strong. So fierce.”

              He swallowed hard. He did not dare to think she could be interested in him, and silently warned the throb in his groin to depart. “Strong and fierce. And not pretty.”

              Tasha snorted as if he’d said the most ridiculous words ever uttered. “I don’t care about pretty. Give me vigor. Intensity.” She rose up on her knees on the lounger so they were eye to eye. Her hand cupped the melted side of his face with the air of a connoisseur admiring a fine piece of statuary.

              Wekniz couldn’t believe it when she leaned close to press her lips to his marred cheek. “Give me power and might.” Her hands moved down, touching his chest and abdomen, her hands skimming over his shirt to feel the body beneath. “Bravery. Guts.” She pulled at his shirt, drawing it up to uncover the rest of his scars to touch them with reverence before bending to run her mouth and tongue over the disfigured flesh. “To hell with pretty. I want the body of the conqueror, the man who has faced the worst and lived to tell about it. The magnificence of the warrior who can’t be defeated.”

              Wekniz watched her, too stunned to move consciously. Yet his instincts blazed to life. His cocks pounded with the beat of his pulse, the hairs on his body standing on end. As she kissed and stroked the scarred skin with frenzied excitement, his being drew closer to the violent moment when he must take her.

              She abruptly stopped her near-frantic embraces to stare at him with want-filled eyes. “You are magnificent. Will you have me? You don’t have to offer sweet words. You don’t need to worry if I want you to fuck me senseless, because I do.”

              One part of Wekniz thought she had to be joking. Surely this beautiful creature couldn’t want him. But the burning in her eyes said something else. Seeing that eagerness slammed shut any arguments the Nobek might have come up with. Hunger roared forward, taking away all hesitation.

              In an instant, Wekniz had Tasha on her back, his body covering hers, passion pouring from him as he tore at the shirt she’d borrowed from Nur. All was devouring need.

              She was as ardent, her hands everywhere, her mouth latched onto his. Damn it, she was a little wildcat. He felt ravished, ravaged, ready to be made a meal of by the fervent Earther. The dominant in him rose up, but Wekniz held it off. He didn’t want to mess this chance up.

              But when her hand clamped on his crotch, the need to be in charge overwhelmed him. He wanted the woman his way. His need to be in charge was quick to remind him she’d practically begged him to take her. He heeded that call, moving fast to grab her wrists and pin them over her head. He heaved up to stare at her.

              Tasha gazed up at him, her eyes growing wide and round and soft. Her mouth parted open, a tiny sigh escaping. Her breathing was quick and shallow. Her expression – it was all want. Complete surrender.

              Wekniz’s cocks swelled at the sight of willing, compliant woman. The wildcat had wanted to be tamed. The thought swamped his senses, and his shafts gave a massive jerk.

              By the ancestors. This could be amazing.

              His thoughts flew, wondering what she’d respond to. Being held down played havoc with her desires. He scented the raw need coming from her lush little body, the smell drawing his more animalistic instincts to a razor-sharp point. Oh, he had a thought or two of where an interest in bondage could lead.

              Wekniz held her down with one hand. The other unbuckled his belt. He pulled it free of his waist, sliding off pouches that held the things he liked to carry as he went. Tasha watched him do so, her blue-green eyes gleaming with delighted knowledge. So she thought she knew what he was up to, did she? He was about to surprise her.

              He let go of her arms to put the belt in position. She had no time to figure it out before the belt circled about her neck and he closed the loop. The Nobek kept his fingers between the strap and her throat, making sure it wasn’t tight enough to choke. He locked down the buckle’s latch. There. She was collared and leashed, a perfect pet harnessed nice and proper.

Releasing tomorrow.