Page 6 of Kazzon's Human Bride
Ignoring her statement, he again looked her up and down. When his gaze landed upon her heaving bosom, he glimpsed the outline of her hardened nipples pressing against her shirt. His vision momentarily blurred under a haze of lust. Tearing his eyes from her chest, he once again met her stare as his curiosity grew.
Who was she?
“Are you a Tarrkuan bride,Julie?” he asked bluntly, putting a mocking emphasis on her name, as there was no doubt in his mind that she’d lied about her identity. Of course, he would extract the truth from her—and he would enjoy the process of obtaining her confession. The sudden image of her kneeling before him while she professed all her secrets made his cock harden further.
“No, I am not.” The dark aura reappeared. Another untruth.
A Tarrkuan bride. His blood heated.
She was a human meant to mate with his kind.
“You’re not very good at lying, little human.” He released one of her arms and reached for her hair, smoothing his hand through her silken locks with all the tenderness of a lover. She shuddered at his touch even as her arousal increased. Not only did she press her thighs tightly together, but she gave a half-whimper, half-moan, as he curled his fingers around her neck.
She was so tiny, so fragile. She quivered in his hold, though he didn’t squeeze her throat. Instead, he applied the smallest amount of pressure—just enough to warn her. Her pulse fluttered against his fingers.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please don’t hurt me. Please… let me go home.”
“With whom do you live, little human?” he asked.
“I-I live alone,” she stammered. No dark mist appeared after this statement, and it pleased him that she finally spoke the truth. But after her next words, the darkness rematerialized to hover around her face like a black, ominous cloud. “My-my parents died several months ago. My older sister was a Tarrkuan bride and she’s already on your planet.”
It surprised Kazzon that this human’s lies were becoming so detailed. Clearly, she was desperate to escape his questioning. But the longer they stayed in the street, the greater the chance they would be discovered, by another individual out past curfew or a human Enforcer out on patrol, and he very much preferred to handle this female without any interference.
He gave her a pointed look. “You will take me to your home, Julie, and show me exactly where you live. Then, you will tell me the truth.”
She gasped. “The truth? What do you mean?”
“I mean you’re going to explain why you’ve lied to me several times in a row.”
“I haven’t told you one—”
“Lead me to your home now, Julie, or I will take you directly to my ship.”
“You can’t do that! I’m a citizen of Earth.”
Very slightly, he increased his grip on her throat. “You’re a Tarrkuan bride if ever I’ve met one, little human, and you’re lying about your name and your family. You have secrets, and I intend to extract a full confession from you.”
Chapter 4
How?
Caylee’s heart pounded faster and she couldn’t stop trembling.
How did he know she was lying?
The huge Tarrkuan male’s nostrils flared as he held her gaze. His grip on her arm tightened, but to her great relief, he finally released her throat. Though he hadn’t choked her, she still sucked in a few deep breaths of precious oxygen. For a reason she couldn’t quite discern, simply standing near him left her flushed and breathless.
“Which way to your home?” His dark eyes pierced her with an intense stare.
She hesitated and looked around, as if expecting someone to emerge from the shadows to help her. But it was late, well past curfew, and no one else was out and about.
For a second, she considered screaming for help—surely someone in a nearby house would hear her if she yelled loudly enough—but she soon pressed her lips together, rejecting the idea.
Who would dare stand up to a scary looking Tarrkuan?
“If you refuse to tell me where you live, little human, I can always escort you to Enforcer Headquarters, where your palm will be scanned and your identity revealed.”
Her stomach dropped. “That way.” She pointed to the left. “The green house on Washington Street.” If anyone scanned her palm, she would be completely screwed.
