Page 31 of Loving the Alien Spy

“I’m not sure what you mean.” Am I appearing confused enough? Intrigued enough? I can’t stop analyzing if I am reacting as the true Bannik would.

Ryvik glances around. “Meet me inside Warik’s tavern tomorrow at three clicks after the sun descends below the horizon.”

He doesn’t wait for my agreement before striding away and melding in with a passing group of Jintiri priests. I stare at the spot where he disappeared, but he’s gone. What is it the former rebel knows about Carrik—me? Or is this merely a ploy? Why am I suddenly becoming so impatient that this whole farce come to an end? It can’t, though. Not until the entire rebellion is squashed and Mohneek, along with those loyal to her, have been brought to justice for the deaths they caused.

I don’t reach out to either Horek or Janik regarding my discussion with Ryvik. Who knows who might be watching me. Plus, I have never before been reliant on the prince on any of mymissions. He trusted me to handle them all as I see fit. Until I’m instructed otherwise, I will continue to do so.

My shift is long and—aside from Ryvik—uneventful. Boring, in fact. Being stationed in a single spot and unable to move around freely is not going to get me what I need. It is also not an activity I am used to. I despise it. There is a well of untapped energy inside me waiting to be set free after lying dormant for nearly half the day. I should return to the barracks, but instead, the moment my replacement arrives, I head elsewhere.

Given how late it is, the streets are quiet as I make my way to the females’ housing complex. Although the sun hasn’t fully descended yet, the faint evidence of night slowly creeps in. Two guards stand at attention on each visible corner where the building sits, as well as at the front entrance. One stops me before I can enter.

“It’s late. Are you expected?”

“Yes.” I’m not, but if Lindsey wishes for me to leave, I will. But it will be her choice.

He studies me for a moment before finally stepping back and letting me pass. The ride up the lift is swift, and soon, I am on the eighth floor, standing in front of her door. I take only a short pause before I knock twice in quick succession. While I wait, I suddenly regret my impulsivity. So far it has done nothing but get me in trouble. What if she has no wish to see me?

It’s too late to leave, because the door opens and there Lindsey stands wearing a matching top and bottom with purple and white flowers designed within the fabric. Her bare toes wiggle in the plush rug that covers her floor. Wide eyes stare at me.

“I apologize for showing up unannounced and so late.”

She shakes her head and steps back, widening the opening. “No, it’s fine, really. Come on in.”

Before Lindsey can change her mind, I do as she says. She closes the door and turns to me. Once again, an out-of-character impulse takes over, and I claim her mouth with mine. I cradle her face and deepen the kiss, sweeping my tongue inside when she opens in surprise. She hesitates only briefly before returning my kiss fully and wrapping her arms around me. Her palms dig deep into my upper back.

She clutches my shoulder blades and presses herself harder against me. I slide my leg between hers, and her cunt is hot and damp as she rocks herself over the hard surface of my thigh. Without breaking our connection, I walk forward until Lindsey’s back connects with the wall behind her. I slide one hand up and spear my fingers through her soft hair while I palm her jaw with the other and hold her in place as I devour her.

She releases breathy moans, and I swallow each one. The hard pebbles of her breasts bite into my chest. I need to feel more of her. My hand drifts down—past her throat—and I mold my fingers around the plush mound. Beneath my trou, my cock hardens and aches to be released. I draw on all the patience I have, because this is about my heart’s fire’s pleasure first. Lindsey is all that matters.

I gently pinch the rigid tip of her breast, and she whimpers against my lips. Cursing, I ease the pressure, because I have no wish to cause her pain.

“More,” she begs. “I need more.”

“I didn’t hurt you?”

She shakes her head. “No. Please touch me again.”

Whatever she desires, I will give her. I bring my hand to her breast again and shape it. Between my fingers, I roll the beaded center, increasing the pressure slowly. Lindsey shudders, and her blunt claws dig into my flesh. She grinds her pelvis harder against my leg, and her cunt grows wetter, dampening the fabric of both layers that separate us. Two too many layers.

Our tongues parry, and I drift my other hand down her body. Her breath catches as I stroke along the length of her ribs and lower. My flesh is on fire, and my fangs ache with the need to bite and mark her. I want to sink deep into her cunt, where she’ll feel me for days. I dip my hand below the band of her pants, and my fingers graze a soft patch of fur.

“God, yes. I need…”

I pause all movement. “What does my heart’s fire need?”

“I need to come. Please.”

“You never have to beg. I am yours to command.” With that, I continue my task.

The scent of her arousal is overpowering, and I fill my lungs with the fragrance. Her cunt is soaking wet, and my fingers glide easily through the fur that covers it. A short distance above her seam is a fleshy nub, and when I caress it, Lindsey’s legs shake and nearly give out. She cries out and throws her head back. Pleasure is written on her face. Her eyes are heavy with desire. I circle and rub the sensitive kernel with my thumb, while my other fingers seek out her entrance. I dip one inside, and it slides easily through the liquid heat that spills from her.

“Is this what you want?”

She nods, the movement frantic and erratic.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Fuck yes. I need more. Your fingers. Your cock. Anything. Please.”