Page 15 of Loving the Alien Spy

Chapter 9

Carrik

The prickles of pain I’ve been experiencing since Lindsey left me in the market square slowly ease as we head toward my room. I’d rather not have her set foot in there. In fact, it’s my worst fear come to life, because the moment she does, I’ll never get the scent of her out. But it is the only place we can go and have privacy.

I can feel Lindsey’s stare boring into my back. Her fierce disregard for my warning would have been amusing if not for the fact that I’m not sure I’ll be able to control this ever-growing need for her. Especially alone in my quarters with a bed only steps away. Far too soon, we reach my room.

I open the door and gesture for Lindsey to proceed. She walks by, and I close my eyes as her fragrance washes over me. My cock hardens, and my fangs lengthen with a sweet intensity to mark her as mine for everyone to see. I take longer than I should to close the door that seals us inside together and nearly curse herfor torturing me like this, but the blame belongs to me, not her. Whatever Lindsey came here for needs to finish quickly, though.

She finally turns toward me. The same uncertainty crosses her face as it had in the market, and she remains silent.

“I’m not sure what else there is to discuss that we haven’t already.” If she won’t get the conversation going, then I’ll need to.

“I just left the archives building,” she says.

That surprises me. What reason would she have to go there? “I didn’t realize humans had any interest in the history of the Bohnari.”

Lindsey shrugs. “Most probably don’t, but I find that sort of thing interesting. I enjoy learning and gaining knowledge.”

As do I.

“Were you there to learn anything specific?”

She wrings her hands in front of her and shifts awkwardly.

“Do you think we could sit or something?” She gestures vaguely in the direction of the sofa.

I’m hit with guilt for not offering her a seat to begin with. “Of course. Can I get you something to drink?”

“No, but thank you.” She crosses the room and lowers herself onto the sofa, as far from the other end as possible.

With great reluctance, I do the same. Lindsey pivots slightly, and I flinch at how her leg is that much closer to mine, although she barely moved. Already, my body grows hotter as fire courses through my veins.

“I was reading about Bohnari and mates,” she says. “Not just mates, I mean, but heart’s fires.”

“I see.”

Lindsey clears her throat and shifts once again, bringing her leg even closer. I can tell it’s not intentional. There is far too much nervous energy surrounding her.

She makes a face. “You’re not going to make this easier on me, are you?”

I cock my head. “What would you like me to say, Lindsey?”

“God, I don’t remember you being such an asshole.” She lunges off the sofa and heads for the door. “You know what? Just forget it. Coming here was a mistake.”

Before I can stop myself, I go after her. The moment I touch her, though, any resistance and control I’d been holding on to is gone. She whirls around, perhaps to berate me, but I don’t give her a chance. My mouth crashes down on hers, claiming her lips in a kiss that sets my blood on fire. The best—worst—part is, she returns the heated kiss without hesitation.

I lick at the seam of her mouth, and she opens so sweetly for me. Our tongues glide together, and a shudder rushes through me at the feel of her hands clutching my head and the bite of pain where she grips my hair in her fist.

Her body is soft against the hardness of my own. I close the distance between us even more—desperate to become a single entity with her. My thigh slides between her legs, and she moans at the contact. We fit together perfectly. It’s she who deepens the kiss. She drinks from me as a female quenching her dying thirst. I’ll give it all to her. Whatever she needs, I’ll provide.

The fever inside me burns hotter and hotter. To the point where I believe it will consume us both, and yet, it’s the most exquisite sensation that I welcome the burn.

Lindsey rocks herself on my thigh, and dampness from her wet cunt soaks through my trou. I swallow every moan—every whimper—she makes. They’re a beautiful melody to my ear.

“Bannik,” she whimpers in a ragged plea.

That single word does what nothing else could. I rip myself away from her and drag in gulps of air. My chest heaves with the effort, and my cock throbs with the need to fuck her. To claim her. To mark her as mine for every other Bohnari to see.