Alyssa, a reluctant spy and hacker, comes to Lunar Nine hoping to disrupt their computerized systems and slow down the mysterious transformation program. She’s brilliant when it comes to coding, but helpless against the overwhelming attraction she feels for Dakar Lux, one of her potential mates.
As senior enforcer, Dakar is responsible for the safety of every person on Lunar Nine. He senses danger and deception in his lovely potential mate, yet he can’t stop thinking about her. He has always believed in keeping his enemies close, so he courts her, seduces her, determined to learn her secrets while he slowly stakes his claim.
Copyright © 2017 Cyndi Friberg
“This night is for pleasure, not worry.”
“But worry is more natural to me,” she admitted, feeling uneasy with him hovering over her. He was like a great bird of prey circling his victim, waiting for the perfect opportunity to swoop down and make the kill.
“Then we need to do something about that, don’t we?” He didn’t swoop. He lowered his head slowly and kissed her with such gentleness it made her heart ache. This was Dakar, loving, patient Dakar. He smiled more than he scowled, yet he was strong enough to make her feel safe.
She returned the kiss, following the leisurely pace he’d set as her hands moved over his back, shoulders and arms. She’d never imagined making love with a man so well-built. Her friends all had similar interests to hers, which meant they spent more time crunching code and playing video games than working out. Dakar didn’t have an ounce of fat on his entire body. His back was broad, sides lean, and his arms were works of art. She let her hands wander at will, wanting to enjoy every curve and indentation of his amazing physique.
Her hand slid up to the nape of his neck and encountered the thick bundle of his hair. The dark strands were nearly as long as her pale blonde ones. Suddenly, she wanted to feel the silken mass caressing her arms and breasts as he made love to her. Following the crisscrossing cord to the end, she quickly untied the binding, then unwound the cord. His hair slid between her fingers and over her hands, every bit as soft as she’d expected.
His mouth continued to move over hers, growing more possessive by degrees. At first his tongue teased, lightly touching, as if announcing his presence before easing inside. She moaned, opening to him, wanting to know his taste as intimately as he would know hers.
This was her mate, the man who would complete her and spend the rest of his life at her side. The concept was nearly too perfect to be believed. Few on Earth aspired to forever anymore.
She reached his lean hips and felt the clingy material covering him. So Rodytes did wear underwear. At least this one did. Rather than trying to remove them, she squeezed his firm butt through the silky material. With her robe open, this thin garment was the only thing keeping his body from hers. The realization sent heat curling up through her core.
She wasn’t quite ready for their joining, but she hungered for more skin-to-skin contact. Holding on to him with one hand, she lifted her other arm from the sleeve of her robe, baring her right side completely. She switched hands and freed her left arm as well. Then she pressed her breasts against his chest and undulated her hips. He was still holding back from her, unwilling for his weight to cause her pain.
“I don’t care if you crush me,” she spoke the words against his kiss-moistened lips. “I need to feel you on top of me, inside me.”
He closed his eyes and groaned so loudly it made her smile. “Soon,” he promised. “Very soon.”