Page 68 of On a Rogue Planet
Nera stiffened. “Slaves.”
“Yes.”
She went silent and shifted. It rubbed her body against his. The world had narrowed to just the two of them.
He knew she couldn’t miss his huge fucking erection prodding against her ass. Sometimes he didn’t have a clue what the hell he was doing with this woman.
Closing his eyes, Nik drew in the scent of her hair. Leather, steel, and lime. That fresh citrus scent was one he always associated with her.
“You’re so damned beautiful, Nera.”
She shivered against him. “Niklas.” She turned her head and her lips pressed against the thundering pulse at his neck.
Fuck. He nearly lost it, right there in the middle of a crowded dance floor. He was a man who’d always prided himself on his control. But this woman seemed to shred it with ease.
He moved them to the edge of the dance floor. She curled into him, her hands gripping his shoulders, her lips nipping at his skin. His hands slid down and cupped her ass, pulling her tighter against him.
He heard her small moan, and it enflamed him.
He wanted her. He didn’t care who she was or what she’d done.
Then she bit him.Hard.
“Nera,” he growled.
With a cool, feminine laugh, she lapped at the mark she’d left. “I’d like to bite you all over, Niklas Phoenix.”
His cock leaped at her words. He wanted to strip off that slick suit and get to the skin beneath. He wanted to put his mouth on her, between her legs, eat her until she came all over him. He wanted to fuck her all night long, so hard she’d feel his possession for days.
“I want you.” His voice was hoarse. “I need you now.”
She pulled back, her hand at his nape, fingering his hair. Something flashed briefly in her colored eyes, something he couldn’t read. “You’re a good man, Niklas. Too good.”
Her hand slid down his neck.
Then her fingers dug in and pain flared through his body before his vision blurred.
“N-Nera—” For some reason he couldn’t get the word out properly and he was falling.
He felt warm breath on his face and thought he heard a whispered “I’m sorry,” but since she’d just killed him, he figured he’d imagined it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Nik! Nik!” Mal pressed her palm to her cousin’s face and slapped gently.
“His respiration and heart rate are steady.” Xander’s voice was all calm and reason. “He’s fine, Malin, just unconscious.”
She didn’t feel calm. At all. Ever since she’d found Nik slumped in an armchair completely out of it, fear was a wild animal eating at her insides.
Justyn appeared behind them. “I take it our missing treasure hunter is to blame?”
“I’m guessingyes.” Mal shook her head. “Not the first time Darc’s tackled Dathan, Zayn, and Nik. And she appears to have a particular hard-on for Nik.” Malin was truly afraid for her cousin. All the stories about Nera Darc were…really, really scary.
Niklas’ blue eyes opened. He sat upright. “Fuck!” He looked around the club, eyes searching. “Fuck, she got away.”
Nik didn’t swear much. Not unless he was really, really pissed. “Well, your vocab seems to have temporarily devolved, but otherwise you seem fine.” Mal studied him, then her eyes zeroed in on his neck. “Is that a bite mark?”
His hand flew to his neck. He ignored Mal’s question. “Did you see where she went?”
