But her gaze flicked down to his cock. Curving up proudly toward his taut stomach, it stole the show, demanding all her attention. She stepped forward automatically and wrapped her hand around him, stroking him from root to tip.
He backed her up against the tile again, planting his hands on either side of her head and leaning in to claim her lips again. He teased her with his lips and tongue as she teased him.
Her breath hitched as he wrapped a hand over hers and made her stroke him harder. She’d never have touched him this brutally, but he seemed to like it, his cheeks mounting with color and his breathing shortening.
“You are… perfect,” he whispered against her lips, trailing a line of kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
She moaned as she dropped her head back, resting it against the cold tile as he kissed down her throat. He grazed the soft skin with his fangs and she shivered. She was in a shower with a naked alien with fangs. She should be terrified, not turned on, but she was.
“So are you.”
Speech became irrelevant as he pressed closer to her, their communication in each touch and caress, each sigh and moan. Lifting her easily, he wrapped her legs around his hips and slid his thick, heavy shaft against her slick pussy lips.
She groaned and rode him, whimpering as the ridges on the underside of his shaft pressed against her hypersensitive clit.
“Cade… please,” she moaned, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders.
He lifted her up, fitting the broad head of his cock against her and filled her in one quick, hard thrust. She gasped, hardly able to breathe. It felt so good, being joined to him so intimately, and she couldn’t help rocking against him.
The small movement sent a ripple of pleasure through her so complete that her toes curled. It broke the dam on Cade’s iron control. With a growl he began to move, his hips powering into hers as he pinned her to the wall and fucked her hard and fast.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, kissing her. “I can’t help it… you’re just too beautiful. I want… need you too much. I’m not hurting you. Am I?”
“Noooo…” she moaned as he tilted his hips on every in stroke, somehow pressing and rubbing against her clit. “It’s… you’re… oh god, that feels so good.”
They moved in concert. Each thrust and stroke was perfect, sending the heat between them higher. She tightened around him as her climax neared, reaching for it. He pressed into her, his hard body pinning hers, and nipped where her neck met her shoulder.
She screamed as ecstasy hit her broadside, flooding her system and whiting out her vision. His thrusts sped up, each spiraling her off into a different direction as they became harder. Faster.
She whimpered as he slammed into her a last time and roared his release. The sound was completely inhuman, almost hurting her ears in the close confines, but was nothing compared to the feeling of his hot seed bathing the walls of her pussy, triggering another hard and fast climax.
After their tryst in the shower, he’d snapped the shower on and washed them both off before carrying her back to bed. They lay on their sides, her head pillowed on his arm and their legs entwined.
“Have you been working out since you arrived?” she murmured, reaching out to brush the fingertips of her free hand across his cobblestone abs.
He groaned in the back of his throat, tilting his head on the pillow. His eyes were dark as he watched her in that odd way he had. It wasn’t human, but she didn’t care. It was as cute as fuck.
“Why do you say that?” he asked, his voice a low rasp.
“You seem bigger. More defined.”
“Maybe I realized you like me more like this?” His lips quirked, his eyes that odd color of green and blue she’d noticed before. More blue now than green, like hers. Perhaps his eyes changed with his moods? She’d have to check her notes because she hadn’t noticed that as being a trait of the Lathar. Perhaps it was specific to one type, the Vorr?
“What do you mean… like this?”
“Bigger. More muscled. Older looking.”
It took a moment for what he’d said to penetrate the sensual haze in her brain. Then she stopped dead, looking up at him. “You can alter your appearance? Deliberately?”
His expression froze, and he tried to plaster an innocent look on his face.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she whispered, quickly, putting her fingers over his mouth as he opened it to speak. “Don’t you dare give me a load of bullshit. Tell me the truth or don’t bother.”
He blinked and then grumbled. “I need to learn to play poker.”
She frowned. “What? Why?”
“Jay says I should never play poker. I’m…” He motioned to his face. “Too open apparently. Not my fault humans are all tricksters.”
“Ahh.” She chuckled. “No, he just means you don’t have a poker face. That you’d lose the shirt off your back if you did.”
He blinked. “I don’t wear a shirt.”
“You…” she stopped when she caught the hint of a smile flirting with the edge of his lips. “Asshole alien! You knew exactly what I meant!”
“I did.” He chuckled, pulling her closer and dropping a kiss on the top of her head.
“Asshole.” She sighed as she settled against him. “Now… appearance. Talk.”
For a long moment she didn’t think he was going to answer her but then he started to speak, his voice low and rumbling, almost like a purr.
“Some Vorr can change their appearance. Height, mass… coloration. Some can shift easily between one appearance and another, but that’s not so common anymore.”
She didn’t interrupt, fascinated as she drew patterns on his abs with her fingertips. It was a window into an alien world and alien abilities.
“And you decided to use those abilities… to impress me?” she breathed, amused and touched.
“Yeah. Well… I don’t have the years my brother or the other warriors have,” he admitted, pinning her with a fully blue gaze. “So I needed to get you to pay attention to me. To find me attractive.”
“Oh,” she whispered, moving closer to slide her foot up his leg, “I find you attractive. Very attractive. And I’m definitely paying attention to you…”
“You were right.”
Daaynal looked up as Risyn B’Kaar walked into the room. Although, stormed would have been more accurate. Even though he wasn’t in his kasivar, he was a force of nature, his normally quiet and somewhat formal demeanor hiding a storm within.
“I usually am,” he replied, closing the file in front of him.
It was everything his agents had discovered on the Warborne mercenary group, one of three non-imperial elements that were coming to prominence. He hadn’t kept his throne through being lax about possible threats, and something about the Warborne leader just rang all sorts of alarm bells, not least the fact he was running with humans now.
But… he didn’t need any of the clans to know what he was worried about, or even mildly interested in. Especially not a clan leader like Risyn B’Kaar. The male was far too intelligent for his own good. Fortunately, the B’Kaar had never been a contender for the throne. They had no royal blood and stuck adamantly to their B clan signifier.