Chapter Ten

Alaan rose from his spot on the loveseat to stand in front of the blazing fireplace. The door eased open.

Higgins’ dignified voice rang quietly through the expanse of the library. “Sir, do you need anything before I retire for the evening?”

Yeah, Alaan needed something all right, but he certainly didn’t want it from Higgins.

“No thanks, Higgins. I’m fine.” What a bald-faced lie. The older vampire’s soft footfalls approached the door when Alaan yanked his mind away from what had him all tied up in knots. Remembering why he was in the library in the first place, Alaan turned to the longtime servant.

“Higgins?”

“Yes, sir?”

“We’ll be heading out shortly to hunt. Be sure to secure the doors after we leave. No one gets in. No one leaves. Understand?”

“Of course, sir. I may be getting along in years even by vampire standards, but I do remember protocol. The few humans who work in the mansion have long gone home, sir. Don’t worry. Anyone who wants in while you and the others are gone had better possess a key or…” A wrinkled finger pushed aside the lapel of his long formal waistcoat. Black metal glinted against the flames dancing in the grate. “They had better be able to, as you say, dodge bullets. I’ve a full clip of the special biological rounds, compliments of Dr. Carin.”

Alaan chuckled. He should have known. Carin would have sent anything she thought they needed well ahead of time. He turned and took in the packed crates of supplies piled against one wall. He’d been so caught up with Tameth and her ridiculous notions of what she believed he wanted and didn’t want, he hadn’t even finished going through them all. Sorting out vitamins and blood enhancers from deadly poisons was best left to Kenoe. He was a natural scientist and worked with Carin whenever they were both at Western headquarters in Montana.

“Goodnight, Master Seeker, sir.” A wink crinkled the corners of Higgins’ still-bright gray-green eyes as his gnarled fingers gently patted the holster hidden under his coat.

Alaan smiled at the old vamp’s back as the library door snapped quietly closed behind him. Once more he stared into the crackling fire. His chest expanded with a deep sigh and contracted on an irritated huff while the events of the past several days sifted through his thoughts.

Well, one good thing about declaring Tameth his Second—he’d been able to avoid just about everyone while she handled the details of the mission. And even when she assigned partners and routes to scout together, he’d simply pulled rank and took the routes that allowed him to do his surveillance alone. When he returned from scouting, he’d spent his nights alone in his room practicing his telepathic blocking and shielding, reading, pacing and ripping his hands through his hair. Other than their daily team briefings, he hadn’t spoken to Tameth since her little dig about Sher after he’d just given her the fuck of a lifetime. Why didn’t the woman get it?

After what seemed like forever, Alaan was ready to leave his past behind to be with the woman he believed was the perfect mate for him. And just like a female, she’d dug up the hurt he’d finally buried and rubbed it in his face like a fresh mound of dog shit.

After her smart aleck remark, Alaan had left her standing in Bix’s garden and run up to Carin’s labs. It was obvious he was pissed but thankfully Carin hadn’t asked any questions. Instead, the good doctor pushed him down in a chair, swabbed his neck with an alcohol pad and gave him his overdue allergy shot. Once he finished complaining about the sting, she shoved a meat and veggie pasty left over from lunch into his hand. He’d been so shaken by all the over-the-top psychic business he hadn’t realized he’d been projecting his thoughts like some untried baby vampire. Carin had tactfully suggested he “work on that”. Unfortunately, no matter what he tried or what level of telepathic skill he possessed, all he could do was turn it down a little. None of his psychic blocking would ever work against Tameth. And thankfully, only Tameth.

Now, Alaan was fast losing his resolve to just stay the hell away from the woman. And that pissed him off.

Sigh. Beautiful, honorable, all-woman, Tameth.

The very same woman whose fingers wrapped around the knob on the other side of the door. She hadn’t made a sound but he knew she’d come into the room. Even if her scent hadn’t stolen to him and filled his head. Even if she hadn’t called his name out loud, or brushed lovingly against his mind, he knew she was there. Would always know. This bond business sucked.

“Alaan?”

He stood, soaking the heat of the flames into the front of his body until his clothing burned so hot against his skin, it almost surpassed his need for Tameth. Was that the quiet click of the lock? No. Not only would the team be down soon, but she’d all but called him a liar after making love with him. What would be the point of getting cozy now?

He almost wished she’d just go away. If she couldn’t accept him, believe him, what more was there to say…other than “ouch” from the tight bands of steel squeezing his heart until it threatened to burst like an overfilled water balloon. God, he wanted her. Sheesh, his brain must have shriveled a bit from standing so close to the fireplace.

He looked up to the ceiling and mocked himself. Amazing. Mr. Bad-Assed Prime Male Seeker was having his heart ripped to shreds just being in the same room with a female. A female who didn’t trust him. Didn’t believe he wanted her.

“Alaan?” she queried again.

He didn’t bother to turn and face her. Not until her strong fingers wrapped around his large biceps and squeezed. Hands braced against the mantle, he turned and looked down into her face. Like all Seekers, the woman was trained to school her features and keep her emotions under tight rein. But right now she didn’t bother with either. Miserable was the only word he could think of to describe the sorrow rolling through her.

“Alaan, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did about Sher. Forgive me?”

“Why, Tameth?” His tone serious, he managed to push the question past the choke of tears in his throat that almost kept the words stuck there.

“Because, Alaan, I…” She paused, lowering her lashes as if she couldn’t go on. He faced her fully now, comforted by the subtle caress of her fingers on his arms. Her chest rose and fell on a deep flustered breath.

She backed up a step and let it all fly out on a rush. “It’s killing me to lay down my pride and say this, but I was wrong, okay? It’s just that I’ve been attracted to you for so long I just couldn’t accept that we might finally be together. But it’s beyond attraction, and I…”

“You what?” He hadn’t meant to sound so gruff, but he had to know if he was reading more into what she was saying than what she meant.

“I-I need you.” Stammering, Tameth blushed hotly but raised her eyes to boldly meet his gaze.

She really needed him? Alaan calmed his mind, cocked his head, and listened while the tightness restricting his lungs tried to decide whether to release or squeeze harder.

“I haven’t been able to think of anything else the last few days. I’ve felt this way about you for so long, it seems like forever.”

She’d wanted him forever? How could that be true and he not know it? Or had he known but not accepted it because of fear?

She paused. He pushed.

“Go on.”

“Alaan, I need to hear your voice when I wake in the morning. Need to feel you pressed against me when I fall asleep at night. Now with a bond forming between us, I can’t ignore it any longer. Please, I…mmppffhh!”

He yanked her into his arms and slammed his lips down over hers. He’d heard all that was necessary. Right now, he needed to touch, to taste, to savor. A hunter by nature, Alaan had never felt so much the predator. It was impossible to hold back the cyclone of emotion, the blur of longing mixed with affection and pent-up anxiety. And he didn’t want to. Instead, he let it burst forth and engulf him until it soaked him through. He’d never been so free as he moved in tandem with the rush of raging passion.

There was nothing tender in the kiss. Alaan threw himself into the touching and pulled her into the deep with him. Stroked and caressed, lip to lip, tongue to tongue, and chest to chest until the two of them burned together in a conflagration of sizzling heat.

More than a melding of the mouths, but a joining of the hearts. Everything she’d said, everything she’d confessed was all there on the surface of her mind for him to experience as if they were one being. Along with a strong yearning, the sorrow and guilt of hurting him with her little Sher remark were like deep pits of remorse in her head. The longer he held her and whispered endearments between kisses, the more those potholes filled with happiness and love until, finally, the slate of her mind was as smooth and clean as hand-blown glass.

Arms wrapped around Tameth’s tall frame, Alaan bent his knees, gathered her against his chest and lifted her clean off the floor. Four steps had him at the nearest couch, but he couldn’t bring himself to release her soft, supple lips. Not yet.

Instead he set her booted feet on top of the cushions—Higgins would kill him for that—nudged them apart and settled between them, all without leaving her mouth for a second.

She tasted of vanilla and mint, like his favorite holiday candy melt-aways. So pliant and giving, she offered up everything, let him take anything, holding back nothing in mind or body. On a gasp, she broke the kiss and looked deeply into his eyes.

“So does that pole in your pants mean you forgive me?”

The thought and all the passion behind her words whispered through his brain. Forgive her? Hell, yes.

“Now I have some making up to do,” said Tameth.

A bone-deep shiver passed through his body when her fingers wrapped around his very-there erection.

“Tameth,” he said aloud. “We don’t have to have sex in order for me to forgive you.” Okay, her fingers were still moving across the front of his body, and his hips were beginning to chase them around. “It’s not necessary, baby, really…”

“Shut up and stand there.”

Yep, she was a Serati female all right. Through and through.

“I may be a Clan Serati female, Alaan, but I will never.” A strong finger landed in the middle of his chest with a hard poke. “Make the mistake.” His belt hit the floor. “Of forgetting you are.” All five buttons on the crotch of his pants gave way. “All prime male.”

She squatted down until her nose was level with the waist of a pair of quickly retreating jet black camouflage trousers. His cock sprang free and fell into her hot little hands. “Mmmm, commando style?” She tilted her head, licked her lips, and stared. His cock jerked.

“Damn, woman.”

Pulling him gently by the throbbing plump head, she sat on the ledge of the couch and bent forward. No fooling around. No preliminaries. Just took him to the back of her throat in one stroke.

His head fell back on a muffled shout. His bottom lip stung where he bit into it to keep from yelling. Her strong teeth nipped the pulsing column of his rod. His eyes squeezed shut—were those stars? She nipped him again. Damn it, but not enough to blood him. Just enough to send a sliver of pleasure-pain streaking through his balls. He would never last like this. Her mouth just felt too good.

He almost started to pray for strength when a deep moan eased along her vocal cords and sank into his dick. The unfathomable, seductive hum wrapped around the base of his spine, caressed every nerve ending up and down his vertebral column. Even his ribs vibrated when she expressed her pleasure.

The wet hot channel of her mouth surrounded him from root to tip, pulled away just long enough for him to get a breath, then slammed back over his hard flesh. The woman sucked his cock like it was her favorite pastime. He’d never felt so wanted, needed by a female as he did right now. Her honesty about her feelings for him reflected in every suck, every moan, every pull of her mouth. And he fell more under her spell with each lick.

Not long ago, he would have fought tooth and nail against such feelings. Now, all he wanted to do was drown in them. The woman was like a potent drug, sweeter than the finest wine, and more restorative and fortifying than the freshest blood. She was his sustenance.

Easing her lips away from his cock, Alaan took over.

“Stand up for me, beautiful.”

He had no idea where his patience came from but “grateful” was the understatement of the century. Slowly, he eased her leather Seeker’s trench coat down her shoulders and off. It became a puddle of black leather at her feet. Her scent whooshed up to meet him as the folds of her coat settled onto the cushions of the couch.

His long fingers curled into the collar of her shirt. The Kevlar buttons on the front of her tactical fatigues flew around the room as the shirt fell down around her elbows.

Funny. She was the toughest woman he’d ever met. Hard as nails, reliable and skilled enough to kick ass with or without a weapon. He’d always expected sturdy, boring cotton underwear beneath her serviceable combat gear. Instead she favored richly colored bras with matching panties—if you could call the little skimpy pieces of cloth panties.

Today’s treat was a ruby-colored confection done in a cut where most of the tops of her lovely round breasts were exposed almost to the nipple, but the sides and undersides were fully supported. Lovely.

The swelling peaks of those perfect mounds whispered his name. Or was that her desire winding through the bond to twine with his? Either way, he would give her what she needed.

A swift dive saw his mouth wrapped around the budding areola of her right breast, suckling through the vibrant red silk. His fangs came out to join the fun.

She squeaked. He grinned.

“Damn it, Alaan, you bit through my…aaahhh.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll buy you another one.” A mix of triumph and “cheeky bastard” laced his words. Grinning, Alaan pressed his mouth more firmly around her flesh and suckled until her fingers wound through his curly hair and threaded down to the scalp.

“God, that feels so good. Suck it harder, baby.”

As he tormented one breast with his tongue, a strong thumb rasped over the bud of the other until her whole body got in on the act. Her breathing hitched and her head traveled back and forth across her shoulder as he nipped her soft skin. Curvy hips, lean tummy and succulent, round ass engaged in their own silent dance as her body entreated him to give her more. Even the fat braid hanging across one shoulder swayed and moved for him.

“Oh yessss,” she hissed. He glanced up. Her face was contorted with need. Alaan let his elation at her pleasure fly through the bond. She answered with thoughts of her own.

“Arrogant asshole.” But she was smiling and that’s all that mattered.

The tie around the end of her braid came loose with a gentle tug. The strands flowed like living silk through his hands. He’d always wanted to play in the thick, black fall. The orange glow from the fireplace reflected off the glossy waves until they resembled writhing fire as he fanned her hair between his fingers.

He traced the curve of her ass with his fingernails, delighting in her uncontrollable shiver. Then his tongue came into play and licked a path from her breast up to her jawbone. With a handful of hair clenched in his fist, he pulled her head back and tasted every inch of caramel skin from her dainty little earlobes, into the hollow of supple flesh at the column of her throat, all the way down to the little scrap of red fabric across her pelvis. Her stomach fluttered and clenched. But not nearly enough.

And how the hell did he manage to appear this calm? He was so hot, his body should have gone up in smoke under his trench coat. His teeth ached, and his cock was so hard he could probably punch a hole in a stone wall with it. Hell, even his toes wanted to come. But not yet. Not until Tameth screamed his name for the whole mansion to hear. Including her Hatsept lover. Correction, ex-lover.

In a move that even impressed himself, he whirled her around by the shoulder and applied the perfect bit of pressure behind her knee. The woman went down with a “humph” and found herself in the same position as the first time they’d made love—on her knees draped over the back of a seat. But this time was a fantasy come true. Tameth, ass in the air, hands behind her back. And soon to be on the receiving end of a lovely spanking.

 

 

 

First the man had ripped her favorite bra with his fangs and now here she was, ass up in the air, with a pretty good idea of what was to come.

Riiiippp!

“Alaan, damn it.” There went her thong. It was soaked through and useless anyway but that wasn’t the point. The man was making a habit of shredding her underwear.

With a thigh in each of his hands, Alaan hefted Tameth into the air. By no means a small woman, his ability to lift her with little effort was a testament to his brute strength, vampire or not. Legs spread to the max, a shriek-moan bubbled up from her chest and filled the room as Alaan buried his face between them. Damn, the man sure knew how to eat a pussy.

Warm, wet tongue stiffened and stabbed into her quivering flesh, followed by the nibble of sharp but gentle teeth at her labial lips. Every nerve from her waist down to her toes was alive with pleasure. And just when she thought he would encircle her clit and suckle her to ecstasy, he found a new spot to torment just to the left and below the swollen knot.

There was no way she’d be able to take anymore. It was too good, too sensual, too…deep.

“Oh thank God,” she panted, silently grateful he’d let her down to her knees as her arms hung limply over the backrest. Alaan’s wide, perfectly proportioned cheek pressed into her back, the Kevlar of his specially designed shirt lightly scratched her bare skin. He could be so tender, it blew her mind.

Biceps jumped underneath his knowing touch as he caressed her arms, then slipped his fingers up to sweep her hair to one side. He buried his nose in it, then let it drape over one shoulder and hang over the back of the couch almost to the floor.

Alaan took one of her wrists, eased it behind her back and kissed a path to her forearm. It was soon joined by the other wrist…and tied?

What the hell?

She tried to rise, but found her chest plastered against the backrest of the couch.

“Shhh, just enjoy this,” he whispered against the nape of her neck.

A soft strip of material whispered against her skin. An image of the blue silk handkerchief always tucked in Alaan’s inner coat pocket flashed into her head. But hell, she was a warrior. She’d never been tied up in her life, and certainly not on purpose.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll stop, Tameth. I promise.”

The coaxing tone and deep bass of his voice soothed her ruffled feathers. Relaxing, she nodded and let her body sink into the thick pillows.

The second her breathing calmed, it kicked up again. Alaan’s fingers were on a marathon to touch every inch of her body. One hand stroked up and down her back, around to her belly, up and down her thighs. The other dipped into the cleft of her butt cheeks and slid down past her puckered hole so he could cup her soaked sex. A blunt fingertip eased back and forth, then swirled around her clit in torturously slow circles.

Her hips writhed side to side, then circled ‘round trying to follow his fingers. Back arched on a gasp as that same teasing finger sank deep to massage her honey-dipped inner muscles. Dew-slick walls clenched around him when his hand eased upward to weigh a swollen, sensitized breast before tweaking its aching nipple.

A rasping lick of his hot tongue ducked into her lower spine and tickled up the ridges of her back, while Alaan’s fevered cock eased between her thighs. Her skin careened from hot to cold, and every temperature in between. The tight opening of her cunt flexed and spasmed, reaching for the rock hard length teasing her entrance, pushing her towards overload. He was sculpted rock candy—smelled of musk, ginger and sex. Sounded like a male lion in heat, growling against her ear as he took pleasure in every moan and writhe. And he looked like a blond god, with skin like cream, eyes like sapphires and a body that reached to the skies, stacked and padded with endless honed muscle.

And his cock…was currently a big tease.

The flap of fabric on either side of his dick rubbed against the hollow of her sex. Huh. Again, he’d managed to get her bare-assed naked while he was fully clothed.

Knees spread wide, she pushed her ass out, inviting him inside. Wanted him to sink into her pulsing channel. Desperate to be full of him, to feel connected to him—physically, emotionally and psychically connected.

Yelp! A jolt shot from her cheeks straight to her pussy as a loud flesh-on-flesh smack bounced off the walls of the vast library.

Smack!

Alaan’s big hand made contact with bare flesh again.

Wait, this had to be soooo wrong. Clan Serati males, or any male for that matter, didn’t hit their women. And Clan Serati females ruled the roost. They gave spankings, damn it. They didn’t receive them.

But it felt so good!

A warm flush spread over her backside and sent a heat like she’d never experienced dive-bombing for her clit. It was so agonizingly swollen, her whole pussy ached and throbbed. Oooh, such intense pleasure, she stood on the verge of begging.

Smack!

Her sopping wet folds made way for his thick white-hot rod to slide in between them. Inch-by-delicious inch eased inside until he was seated to the hilt. The flesh of his sac lay against her thickened labial lips, so soft, so full. Spreading her knees just a bit more, she reached back to weight them carefully in trembling fingers.

His cock jerked inside of her. Every muscle from her eyeballs down to her toes pulled taut with anticipation. But he didn’t move.

“God, it feels so good, Alaan,” she moaned pitifully. He eased out a hair and slid back inside. “Oh yes.”

“Do you like that, beautiful?” he whispered harshly, pulling out another little bit, then sliding back inside.

“Aaah, yes. More.”

Another delicious smack on the reddened cheeks of her ass. But no more cock. What was he trying to do, drive her insane? Then the man lightly scraped his neatly trimmed fingernails over the same path his palm had taken over her ass. She felt the shiver clear down to the red cells of her blood.

“Damn it, Alaan, move your ass!” she screeched, wiggling her hips trying to get closer. Tameth didn’t think she’d ever screeched in her life, except in Alaan’s company.

Easing out just enough to cause friction, he teased her with just that little bit of movement. God, just wait. She was going to kill him.

“Alaan, I swear if you don’t move, I’m gonna kick your…oh shit!”

Well, the man moved all right, but certainly not in quite the way she’d meant. His entire length disappeared from her clutching sex. Damn it!

Then, just as she’d opened her mouth to bite his head off, his wonderously addicting shaft reappeared in all its thick, perfect glory, accompanied by another delicious smack.

Ragged moans became wild and needy gasps, and finally urgent, desperate pleading.

“Oh, yes. Oh, Lord. Fuck me!”

She couldn’t believe it—reduced to begging for a male.

“Hell, I’ll get over it,” was her final coherent thought as Alaan rode her into an orgasm so earth-shattering she swore her molecules flew apart, then reformed into a new creature. One that would never be satisfied with another male. Ever.

 

 

Tameth sat cradled in Alaan’s lap on the couch in front of the fire. Strong but gentle fingers absently stroked the little wound he’d left above her nipple. A slight, lazy smile graced her lips.

Alaan huffed and groaned. “My skin is jealous.”

“What are you talking about?” she purred, unable to keep the contented sigh from slipping out.

“Your skin’s got all these nice little bite marks on it. Mine’s all smooth and unmarked. Not fair.”

Her belly hatched a whole flock of dino-sized butterflies who decided to go for a test flight. God, she really wanted to bite him, badly. Soon, but not yet. Besides, she’d taken the blood depressant because she didn’t want to take anyone’s blood but Alaan’s. Talk about backfiring. She didn’t want any other man’s blood, but the stuff also kept her from taking the blood she did want—Alaan’s.

Worse, Tameth didn’t think she could ingest even the tiniest amount of sustenance without getting sick. The craving suppressant worked like a charm but certainly didn’t replace the need for some good old-fashioned hemoglobin. Not a long term solution, for sure, but the nausea that accompanied the third dose she’d taken just last night had been unexpected. The very scent of blood, other than her own, had her damned near heaving.

Note to self—let Carin know about this gross side effect. As much as her heart wanted to bite Alaan, all she could do was wait out the next twenty-four hours and try not to blow chunks whenever one of her teammates ingested a dose of the bagged stuff.

“Don’t worry, handsome. I’ll sink my fangs into you soon.” Reaching up, she eased her fingers into his mussed mop of curls and pulled him to her for a sweet kiss. A deep breath filled her lungs with Alaan’s manly scent and took the edge off the nausea. The man was delicious. A rasping lick to the side of his neck had him shivering so violently, Tameth felt it as keenly as if it were her own.

A quiet scuffle sounded in the hallway.

Someone said, “Hey, why’s this door locked?”

Tameth’s head snapped up and bumped against Alaan’s chin. With their wild bout of lovemaking, she’d forgotten about the briefing she was supposed to give before the afternoon hunt. God, the man addled her brains. She’d never shirked her duties in all the years she’d served the Council.

“Then perhaps it’s time you started. A little shirking never hurt anybody.”

She glanced up and wanted to smack him. A smirk accompanied the male satisfaction that filled and overflowed the words easing through her head.

“Damn it, get out of my head, Alaan,” she snapped. “And let me up.”

With a sigh, he reluctantly released her and Tameth jumped into her clothes while Alaan just sat there and watched with a gorgeous smile spread from ear to ear.

Yep, he definitely deserved a good backhand to the forehead. The door rattled.

“Hey, anybody in there?” Collins called from the other side, trying the knob.

“Just a minute,” Alaan replied. But he said nothing more and didn’t move any faster, either.

Why didn’t he make up something, anything?

“What for? Once they walk in and smell sex all over the place it’s not going to make any difference.”

And he was still grinning, damn it.

Tameth had never gotten dressed so fast in her life. With her pants halfway up her thighs, she stomped into her boots and promptly fell over onto the carpet.

Alaan burst out laughing. Bastard.

“Can I help you, baby?”

“Oh, now you ask.” Sputtering and hissing with a feline-like snarl, she bared her fangs at him, then hustled to the huge mirror over the fireplace and gasped. It did look like she’d been thoroughly sexed up. And she couldn’t fault Alaan for her current tousled appearance. After all, she’d started it.

“Here, let me,” he crooned at her back, untangling the snarls from the pile of spaghetti on her head that was supposed to be hair. She wasn’t surprised she hadn’t heard him move. He and Bix were the fastest, most stealthy Seekers in the whole corps. But she doubted any of their fellow vamp law enforcement officers knew Alaan could braid hair like a champ.

In no time he’d wrapped a rubber band around the end of a perfect braid and flipped it over one shoulder. With a loud wet smack on the side of her neck, he walked away and opened the door.

Back straight, eyes front, she took her place at the conference table across the room. Alaan sat clear on the other side. The place reeked of sex, but they both ignored the half smiles and knowing looks of their fellow Seekers. Without another word, Tameth began the briefing.

“This afternoon, we’ll be dropped off at various Underground stations.” Pointing to one of various huge maps attached along one wall, she continued. “Alex and Slade, you’ll take the Underground to Paddington Station, come up to street level and walk the Bakerloo route south. Kenoe, you start at Tower Hill station and walk the District route west.”

Thankfully, the buzz about what she and Alaan had been doing in the library with the door locked died down quickly. In between words, her thoughts drifted to the gorgeous prime at the other end of the table. He happened to be doing a much better job of schooling his features than she was, but it was entirely his fault, considering the mental pictures he sent streaking into her head. So, he was inventive with a handkerchief, eh? Nasty bastard. She almost laughed out loud when his stone facade cracked just a hair at her last thought.

A deep breath was followed by, “Alaan gets Piccadilly East, and I’ll start at St. Paul’s Cathedral and walk the National Railway route. We should all be fairly close to each other about three quarters of the way through the surveillance. We’ll scout on foot for about five hours, then meet up near Victoria Station around nine o’clock tonight. We leave in ten minutes. Check in every hour. Any questions?”

Relief didn’t begin to describe how grateful she was when nobody had anything to ask. Her soaked pussy was stuck to the crotch of her pants and her bra hung in tatters underneath her shirt. Uncomfortable was an understatement.

A bland expression planted firmly on her face, she concluded the briefing and stalked from the room.

No one but Alaan knew that only minutes before she’d wanted nothing more than to block out the chattering in the hallway and beg him to continue sliding his magnificent cock into her cunt while she purred like a well-mated female.