Pure Desire [Pure 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (18 page)

She felt her pussy dripping, flowing, filling his mouth with female essence he lapped at greedily, so viciously she felt wonderfully eaten alive. She pushed air through her nose, her body shuddered, and she simmered to a trembling mess as the last of her orgasm peaked and subsided.

The sinful tongue gently prodded, licked leisurely, and simply rolled over her pussy as Noor smoothed the rampant pounding inside her body to calm. Finally, the riotous heat shooting through her eased to a manageable level.

Her voice was low and sultry, sedated. “That was wonderful.”

She returned the favor. A growl escaped, sounding primal, as Allura accepted the full-throttled plunges between her lips as Noor drove his cock in, rocking his hips, pumping inside her mouth. More and more of the sweet treat released and ignited a feverish want to build between her thighs when she thought she was finished. His arousal awakened a fresh wave of desire to peak. He slid hard and heavy, pushing into her mouth, the syrupy release wetting her lips and tongue. She used the slickness to help glide his cock, beating demandingly between her lips. The great body shuddered, tensed, his muscles locked and strained beneath her touch. Noor made a funny sound, his eyes closed, his body bowed tight with his ejaculation. Fiery, sweet jets of male zest kept squirting and squirting, filling her mouth, trickling down a corner and leaking before she could swallow it all.

“Damn it,” Noor said. He pulled free, turned around, and gathered her in his arms. He kissed her forehead, cheek, held her tightly. “I shouldn’t have done that, Allura. It was too much too fast. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” she said druggily. She glanced at him. “Is this where it ends?”

Noor frowned. “What are you asking?”

She sidled up to him, rubbed against his body like a cat basking under the sun. “You do want me, don’t you?”

He gave her a satirical look. “You know I do. Look, I’m still as hard as if I didn’t come. Goodness, since the first moment I met you I’ve had a hard-on. Never has a woman had this affect on me. With the way I feel, we could fuck a lifetime and I doubt it would appease the lust inside me.”

“I take that as a compliment.”

“It is. It’s also driving me nuts, sweetie. And it’s damned uncomfortable.”

“I’m old enough to make my own decisions, Noor.” She ran her fingers down his stomach, watching the muscles clench beneath her touch. That mighty cock of his swelled and thickened. She reached for him, and he caught her hand.

“No,” he said softly. “We can’t.”

His rejection felt like a slap. “I want to.”

“No.”

She opened her mouth to protest when someone pounded on the door.

“Allura!”

“It’s Channing,” she said.

Noor was up on his feet, adjusting his clothing and walking to the door before she finished her words. He looked her over to see if she was covered appropriately, and then unlocked the door.

When did he lock the door? She assumed when he entered, which meant he didn’t care to be disturbed any more than she did. What was Channing doing home anyway? She wondered and was ready to ask her brother, but he didn’t give her an opportunity.

Channing entered the room like an eye of a storm. He took one look at her and went crazy.

* * * *

“Channing!” Allura shouted, seeing him swing at Noor. He was her brother, but he was wrong. She understood why Channing allowed his temper to get the best of him, and it was in her defense, but how many times had their mother warned him about going off half-cocked? Violence beget violence, as her mother was fond of lecturing. That and he would have Noor believe they were heathens. “Channing Song Deverill, you stop this instant!”

Channing took another swing at Noor and cuffed him on the chin. Noor rocked back, shook his head, and then lunged forward and delivered a mind-numbing fist to Channing’s jaw, making her brother’s knees wobble.

Allura watched, horrified, as Channing smashed an elbow in Noor’s stomach, which caused him to double over. Then Noor quickly recovered and made a mess of her brother’s nose when his fist connected to it.

They went at it like two male bucks, blow for blow, until Allura feared they would beat each other to a pulp.

“Noor! Channing! You stop this now!” Allura shouted over the rumbling. The thwacks, thuds, and grunts.

The two paid her no mind. She had had enough. Without so much as a hint, she eased forward, rolled to her nightstand, and withdrew her pistol. Her pistol raised high and aimed at the ceiling, she fired one round, blasting through the plaster, sending shards falling all over her bed and head.

“For the love of—are you insane?” Noor stormed over and snatched the gun from her hand.

Allura said calmly, “I tried to ask you two to stop behaving like two boys, but you were too busy beating each other to death to listen.”

“Sis, Mother is going to have a fit when she sees that hole.” Channing worked his neck and rotated his shoulder. “Was that really necessary?”

She shrugged, unconcerned by either man scolding her about her actions. As if they had the right.

“Well, at least I have your undivided attention.” She eyed both of them. “Now, as far as I’m concerned, this matter is over. No one is to blame, and Channing, I expect you to drop the matter.”

“Sis, what exactly happened on your way to the McFarland ranch? Consuela said you were injured and led us to believe you were on death’s door. I want the truth.” Channing said, flexing his fingers and giving Noor a sideways glance.

Relief flooded through Allura as she realized he was upset about the injury and not she and Noor’s sexual tryst.

Allura and Noor exchanged looks. “We stopped just outside of the McFarlands’ ranch to talk, and the next thing I knew these, ah, men approached us.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “I assumed their intent was to rob us, but Noor thwarted the attack before things got out of hand.”

“You got shot, sis.”

“Channing, let it go,” Allura warned.

“What do I explain to our parents about this when they return? I want the truth. Damn it.”

“I will explain the situation to them just like I did you. Things could have gone wrong, but, as I said, Noor handled matters to my satisfaction, and I don’t hold any ill will against him and no one else in this family should.” Her point was clear. She sided with Noor.

Channing’s feature hadn’t relaxed and he stood firm, tightly wound, glaring at Noor.

“Throwing a fit isn’t going to get you anywhere, Channing,” she said.

Allura was thankful, seeing him calm down. She could tell he was still angry but managed to throttle things down enough to be amicable. He said, “Noor, I would still like to discuss everything that occurred yesterday. You think Matt Graham had anything to do with this?”

“No. These guys weren’t locals.”

“Matt Graham could have brought hired guns in from the outside to do his dirty work,” Channing said.

Allura shook her head no. “I don’t think so. I don’t give Matt Graham a lot of credit, but I get the impression his battle is with you and Father. He wouldn’t be foolish enough to attack Mother or me. I just don’t get that cold-blooded sense about him.”

Channing scratched his head. He frowned. “Maybe you are right, sis, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear the entire story, detail by detail, and judge for myself. Noor, I will see you downstairs.”

“Be there in a minute.”

Channing looked between Allura and Noor. Allura had the sense he wanted to insist Noor leave with him now, but knew that wouldn’t work with Noor. He left the room reluctantly. She waited until she was sure Channing wasn’t in hearing distance before she spoke. “What will you tell him? Channing won’t give up interrogating you until he is satisfied with your answers, and even then, he will remain stubbornly curious.”

Noor rubbed his chin. He yawned and worked his jaw back and forth. “Somehow I figured that out. I will tell him what he needs to know. Of course, I will leave out the information about my planet and mission and Txtrca.” He popped his neck and then fingered the area on his cheek where a bruise was forming.

“Channing is a good man, Noor. He is protective of me, hotheaded, and can be irritating at times, but he genuinely is a decent fellow. Even if he is my brother, I can truthfully say I’m lucky to have him. He would do anything for me, be it wrong, right, or indifferent. Of course, if I’m wrong, he will give me hell. In the end, though, Channing can be counted to be there for me unquestioningly.”

“I’m always going to be available to you also, Allura. I’d rather die than let anything happen to you, sweetie. When you fainted, I saw the blood, and it sucked something out of me. Are you apologizing for Channing’s immature and violent outburst?”

“Sometimes he reacts before he thinks. Knowing what I know, you could possibly be calling the kettle black. Don’t you think?”

“He tried to take my head off,” Noor said, and then chuckled softly. “He’s got a serious right hook. I have to remember that.” He turned serious and his expression hardened. “Your brother loves you. I can see this. Honestly, if he acted any other way, I would have smashed his face in.” He walked over to where Allura sat in bed. He leaned close and captured her chin. He caressed it with his thumb. “I should have been more alert. You never should have gotten hurt. I can’t forget why I’m here and need to remain focused on the assignment.”

“So, I’m just an
assignment
?” Her tone was curt.

“Sweetie, we both know what is at stake here. What I feel…my mission is to keep you safe,” he muttered, and moved away.

It was a dumb reaction on her part. He was telling her he didn’t want to get involved, and she should have heeded his advice. She called herself many things, including irrational, at times. Before Noor could run, and she could see him ready to take flight. She secured his arm, looped hers in his, and pulled him back to her. She framed his face with her palms and gently stroked the skin beneath his eye that was beginning to discolor. She said softly, “I’m not giving up on you. Don’t give up on me.”

“This…us…will not work, Allura. I’m trying to save you here, if you haven’t noticed.”

She smiled warmly. “I don’t need you to protect me from you,” she whispered.

She kissed him then. Hard, then tenderly, meshing her mouth against his full lips until he let out a contented breath, encircled her waist, pulled her closer, and deepened the kiss to sensual bliss. Their moist mouths heated, branded, and seared as the kiss intensified to a boiling point. That is when Noor pushed away.

He stood up, shoved his hands in his pockets, and gave her that look. His lips curled slightly. “You are one forward woman.”

“I scare you? Good.” Her tone was light, cajoling.

“Hell, yes,” he said. “You aren’t getting your gun back today. Get some rest, Allura, and I will see you later. I need to go below and settle things with your brother and soothe him before he starts in on another round of throwing a conniption.”

She watched him leave. A feeling of loneliness manifested. It overwhelmed her and left her feeling emotionally detached. This was all new to her. Never in her twenty-three years had she ever yearned for something, especially not a man. Not even during the times she fathomed herself in love with Dunst had she felt like this. All giddy, her head floated in the clouds, and she felt like a juvenile girl responding to a first crush. This was more serious. From the time she laid eyes on Noor when he smiled, everything about him ebbed inside her veins and made her feel woozy just standing in his presence.

Foolishly, she had fallen hopelessly in love with Noor.

He called her an “assignment,” a “mission,” a “target.” Allura frowned, snuggled against her pillows, and closed her eyes. He was from another time and place, for god’s sake. She quickly assessed what she learned, he told her, those awful creature things, and would have thought Noor suffered from dementia if she hadn’t witnessed everything for herself. Even still, the totality of it was frightening, so strange she still struggled with the many questions swirling inside her head.

Allura sighed heavily. None of it was important. When she deciphered the entire bizarre circumstances that brought her Noor, nothing mattered a damned bit.

She rolled onto her back and grinned like a loon. She was always up for a challenge, and Noor was certainly going to be one. Where he was from, who he was, nothing worried her except how she felt about him and him not returning the feeling.

Allura switched sides, laid her bandaged arm on the pillow, and stared at the sunshine breaking through the sheer drapes of the window. Noor made her days brighter, dreams vivid, and she wasn’t about to give up on him so easily. She could rope a calf, break a stallion, and shoot the center of a can with her pistol from a great distance.

How hard could it be to tame one man?

Chapter Seventeen

Sterns was an asshole.

He was an idiot.

He made dumb decisions, but he was far from stupid.

Noor disconnected the transmitter, switched the frequency to scramble, and shoved it in the pouch. He walked over to the door and looked outside, past the corral and pastures and into the darkness, concentrating on nothing in particular. The quiet offered some opportunity to reflect on his circumstances. Outside his normal habitat, he still felt an unease about the entire case and wished he was somewhere in an oxygen bar sucking it down. It was something he did to clear his head. The luxury unavailable, he inhaled the clean crisp night air and was content it had the same effect.