Page 37 of Kidnapped from the Paradise Resort

Kara couldn’t help moaning when she tasted her own secret flavor on his lips. God, why did it turn her on all over again? Why couldn’t she stop wanting him, even though she knew it would never last between them?

At last, J’orn drew away, breaking the kiss.

“So sweet,” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “I’ll never forget this, Kara.”

Then he left her, shutting the door so she could dress in privacy.

Kara pulled on her clothes quickly, feeling how sensitive her nipples and pussy were as she slid into her underwear and bra.

By the time she got out of the dressing room, J’orn was gone. Gaela was teasing Nono, asking if tasting her pussy made him want to get out of his “cage” again. But Kara barely paid them any attention—she couldn’t stop thinking of the massage—it was the most erotic experience she’d ever had and her legs still felt weak from the intense pleasure.

She also couldn’t stop thinking of J’orn. Couldn’t stop picturing him between her legs….couldn’t stop seeing the look in his eyes when he said he wanted her.

But why did thinking of the big Kindred make her want to cry?

Kara didn’t know—she just knew she wanted to get back to her room and try to get over what had just happened.

Because she knew that it could never, ever happen again.

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J’ORN

J’orn cursed himself as he walked rapidly down the hallway.

Gods, how stupid can you be? Why did you tell her how you felt—how you wanted her?

He could still taste Kara’s flavor on his lips—her honey was sweet and salty and utterly addictive. And he was damn sure he would never get to taste it again.

“Fuck!” he swore out loud, curling his hands into fists. Why was she so hung up on their age difference? Couldn’t she see that it didn’t matter to him? For the Kindred, getting a Mature Elite for a mate was like winning a prize—almost like winning the lottery!

But it seemed he wasn’t going to be one of those lucky warriors who could claim such a woman as his mate because Kara refused to see how much he truly cared for her. She thought he would leave her for a younger woman—if only she understood how a Soul Bond worked! If only?—

He was jerked out of his frustrated thoughts when the long-range communicator he had clipped beneath his robe went off.

Looking around for a safe space to speak, J’orn found a small closet where cleaning supplies were stored. He ducked inside and closed the door. When he was sure he was alone, he reached under the long green robe and pulled the com out.

It was small and thin and flat—anyone who didn’t look too closely would think it was a silver coin. J’orn held it in the palm of his hand and pressed the tiny button on its side. At once, a small holo-image—no larger than his hand—appeared.

“Agent J’orn?”

It was Commander Sylvan, his boss, and the Head of the Kindred High Council. He was Blood Kindred with short, spiky blond hair and two double sets of fangs where a human’s canine teeth would be. Even in the holo image, J’orn could tell he was worried.

“Yes, Commander—I’m here,” he said, nodding. “What can I do for you?”

“How close are you to finding the kidnappers?” Sylvan asked him. “I know you haven’t been there long, but do you have any clues at all?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. I’m at the Fem Lovely Resort—I spoke to a source who claimed one of the main kidnappers is working from here,” J’orn told him. “Why? Has something happened?”

“I’m afraid so—TheTorsianAmbassador’s wife has gone missing,” Sylvan said. “She was last seen at a nightclub by the shuttle station calledThe Midnight Lounge.I need you to go investigate immediately—we need to get her back before anything happens to her!”

J’orn nodded—he knew how important it was to keep good relations with theTorsians. They controlled the only access to the opening to an alternate universe which had to be guarded at all times. Also, he felt the same as he knew Commander Sylvan did—that all female life was precious. Even if the missing woman hadn’t been the wife of a prominent ambassador, he would have wanted to get her back unharmed and intact.

“Got it, Commander,” he said. “I’ll go right away.”

“Thank you—I’ll tell the Ambassador that I have an agent looking for her,” Sylvan told him. “Good luck and may the Goddess guide you. Let me know the minute you find anything out.”

“I will, Commander. J’orn out.”

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