Page 40 of On a Rogue Planet
After a few minutes, she slipped off his lap and onto the couch beside him. With effort, he focused on the crowd, his sensors highlighting any Rahl in the mass of beings.
“There,” he said quietly.
Malin followed his gaze. The Taskmaster, with his cloud of gray hair, sat at a long table not too far away. He was sipping an ale, guffawing with laughter with the crowd of Rahl and women clustered at his table.
“Plan?” she asked.
“We need to separate him from his gang. Then I’ll get him to talk.”
“I’m guessing I don’t want to know how you’ll get him to talk.”
“No.”
“And you know the best way to lure him away is me.” Malin leaned forward, and Xander was instantly distracted by the curve of her spine and the luscious bare skin of her back.
But as her words registered, he ground his teeth together. “Yes.”
She started to say something else but stopped. “Ah, I think we’ve garnered some unwanted attention.”
Xander saw the Rahl who’d been watching Malin earlier at the pit standing nearby.
The bastard was big and the vibe he was giving off was making Xander’s instincts itch.
Xander kept his gaze on the man’s golden eyes, then he cupped Malin’s jaw, tilted her head back, and pressed his mouth to hers.
In an instant, everything inside him stilled, then flared to vibrant life.
There was nothing like the taste of Malin Phoenix.
“Xander.” A sweet murmur against his mouth before her lips opened. She returned the kiss, leaning into him.
It turned wild from there. He felt a hot fury, a need to possess. Sensations he’d never, ever felt before. His tongue touched hers, his hand sliding into her hair to give him a better angle to taste her.
She moved, spinning around to straddle his lap. The press of her against his straining cock made him groan. Her hands circled his neck and she pressed her mouth back to his.
She nipped at him, making small sounds that speared through him.
When they broke apart, they were both panting.
“You kiss so damn good for a cyborg,” she whispered.
He slid his hand along her jaw, his thumb rubbing the seam of her swollen lips. “You taste better than anything I ever imagined.”
A shadow passed over them, and Xander looked up.
The giant Rahl towered over them.
Xander’s muscles tightened. He set Malin off him and stood, tugging her close to his side, an arm wrapped around her waist.
“I challenge you for her,” the Rahl grumbled.
“You can’t have her.” Xander felt Malin go very still at his lethal tone.
“You cannot reject a challenge.” The Rahl’s gaze skated over Malin, lust in its depths. “I don’t see sweet here often.” A nasty grin. “I want it.”
Xander’s jaw tightened. “Youcannothave her.”
“If you refuse to fight, then by default, she is mine.”
