Page 18 of Her Alien Soldier
“Were you trying to get my attention?” she teased.
“I have it now, I think,” he said in a low voice, and her blush deepened.
“Yeah, you do,” she said with a nod.
“Good. I want it often,” he said, and was rewarded by a widening of her eyes, the sight of her nipples hardening again beneath her top.
He snaked his arm around her waist, one hand resting on her lower belly as he held her on his lap, and he felt a little shiver go through her as he held her there.
“Seems fairly quiet tonight,” he murmured a few moments later, and she nodded.
“The end of the cycle is usually pretty quiet. Most long-distance delivery ships have already been through, and most business-related things for the month are wrapping up.”
“So I have you to myself for a little longer,” he said in a low voice against her ear.
“Y-yes,” she whispered, and the sound of it made his cock throb.
This woman was going to be the end of him. She was testing every ounce of his discipline and self control.
“Careful or I might have to punish you,” he said, giving her body a little squeeze, and she whimpered.
“What did I do?” she asked breathlessly.
“That soft, submissive tone. Like you would do anything I told you to.”
He could see her biting her plump bottom lip, worrying it with her teeth as she watched their surroundings. “Wouldn’t you, Maggie?” he pressed, and she clamped her mouth shut.
He reached up, resting a large hand at the base of her throat, feeling her delicate collar bone beneath his fingers. “I expect an answer,” he said, and she whimpered.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?” he asked, bringing his hand to her neck, gently wrapping his fingers around her throat.
“Oh my god… I would do anything you told me to,” she whispered.
“Good girl,” he murmured, giving her throat the slightest squeeze before lowering his hand. “It looks like you are needed,” he said, gesturing toward the bar where one of the servers waited with an empty tray.
She nodded and got up, looking back at him almost shyly as she walked to the bar. He watched her tug her shirt, straighten her spine, trying to assert control over herself again.
But he’d seen how much she wanted him to take control.
It would be nearly impossible to stay away from her now.
He split his attention between staring at Maggie and keeping an eye on the door. It would help their act, that he could not seem to stop staring at her. The fact that he could see how it was affecting her, the way she kept nervously tucking her hair behind her ear, worrying her gorgeous lower lip when she noticed him watching her, was enough to raise every possessive, hunter instinct he had.
Before war, before the Redlians, his people had been renowned as hunters. First as hunters of food, then hunters of rare items. People. His people to this day were regarded as the most efficient bounty hunters in the galaxy.
That had been his role, before it had all fallen apart. He missed it. This… the waiting, the subterfuge… it all reminded him evenmore deeply of what had been lost. What they would regain, if the Paraxian came through.
Just him, his ship, and his skills against his prey.
This, with Maggie, was a different kind of hunt, but he was unable to resist the pull it had on him. He would not be satisfied until she was his. He would see her on her knees, begging in her soft, throaty voice. He would adore her and protect her. She would want for nothing.
He took a deep breath. That was a dream, at this point. He could not spare the focus. Not now, with victory within their grasp. But he could start making her see that she belonged to him.
He had ignored that first flare of recognition when they had initially crossed paths. But that flare had grown to a roaring inferno.
And it was not one he could ignore.
