Pure Desire [Pure 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (19 page)

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He reported to Sterns he’d found Allura. What he didn’t reveal was about the presence of the Txtrcas. He wasn’t sure why. He just knew he wasn’t ready to confide that part to his superior. Maybe the next time he called in he might not lie through his teeth.

His conscience didn’t plague him for leaving out the major detail. Nor did he feel an ounce of remorse for keeping things from Sterns or the others. When he felt they were being straight with him, he might return the courtesy.

The Txtrca didn’t act alone. He was sure of this. Somebody sent them, using them as assassins, and he had a good feeling either whoever was behind the act had to have damaging blackmail information on them or they were scared.

He cautioned on the side of the latter. He read the complete report on Emperor Agaci and knew he was seizing smaller planets of species to add to his army. Using strong coercion wasn’t beyond the man’s tactics, even threatening death if someone didn’t comply to his wishes, which meant he could have intimidated the Txtrca enough to force them to handle his dirty work. More than likely, he had attacked the defenseless planet, enslaved its people, and held the women and children hostage to compel the males to do unthinkable acts. This wouldn’t be the first time something like this happened. An entire planet of Dellons was slaughtered indiscriminately when a rival ruler from another planet had wanted to take over, bind the people, and gain their mineral rights. The Dellons had resisted and thousands were massacred. Men, women, and children were annihilated from existence because they wouldn’t concede to the demented mind of one nutcase.

The Dellons were a stronger nation, more strong willed than Txtrca, who would fold and buckle under the threat of extinction to persevere. He could see the cretins doing whatever necessary to survive. It was just too bad they trusted Emperor Agaci to keep his word. He read enough about the man to know better. After they did as he wanted, he had a gut feeling the bastard would murder all the species anyway.

Something moved in the distance and caught Noor’s attention. He squinted and focused on the shadowy figures that kept to the back of the umbra. He studied the area a long time and then relaxed, seeing miniature cows, no, Allura called them calves, gait around under the moonlight.

Even after he gave his account to Sterns, Sterns didn’t seem satisfied, and prodded him endlessly for more details. It was as if Sterns knew he was aware of more than he reported. Of course, Sterns seemed peeved by the fact. Yeah, as if he gave a rat’s ass if Sterns got bent out of shape about something he did or not.

Superior Sterns, aka prick, seemed extremely upset. He actually went into a tangent with his accusations of him holding back, but he couldn’t prove a damned thing. Or scarier, he did know the truth and that’s why he refused to take his neat and convenient answers. A few viable explanations popped inside his head about Sterns’s behavior. More viable answers, nothing factual, and that made him pissed. He couldn’t sling allegations at a commanding officer in the agency without any solid evidence to back it up.

Then there was his gut feeling about Sterns. He was a first-rate jerk, and he’d give him the title hands down. What he couldn’t do was see the spineless man tinkering in treason. The mode just didn’t fit Sterns, no matter how he spun it. He’d rather sit there and play with his dick instead of get into something overly complex where he might have to think his way through a situation. His superior preferred to play his games easy-like, mentally fuck him, and try to make his life a living hell, but he couldn’t honestly say he believed Sterns would go against the government.

As soon as he gave him brownie points, he remembered his superior worked his way to the top by greasing palms, kissing much ass, and sucking up big time to those he felt had power. That’s how he operated. And if Emperor Agaci’s threat to take over Sanguine and the other powerful planets that ruled the Northern Sector was plausible, he wondered, would Sterns sell his soul to the highest bidder?

He hated being on the outside looking in. At home, he had more personnel at his disposal, people within the agency who didn’t trust Sterns as far as he could throw him. They kept their ears and eyes open, but they weren’t in reach. He was flying solo, so to speak. It bothered him he was too far and disconnected from the agency to get a good pulse on what went on inside the department. Was he giving Sterns too much credit or not enough?

Noor heard something at the side of the house.

He stopped breathing and listened.

His late-night ventures outside made him familiar with the sounds of the night. The muffled noise was barely audible, distant-sounding and definitely new. The person walked as if their shoes had padded cushion for soles or they were barefoot. They moved almost ghostlike, stealthily in his direction. He had to give them kudos. The sneaky bastard got damned close before he realized someone was coming. That hadn’t happened since he was a first-day rookie, and even then no one ever got the jump on him.

He was coming up on his blindside.

He rested his hand on his gun.

He inhaled deeply, sucking air into his nostrils to see if he could catch a scent.

Now was the time.

Did he make the first move? If he continued to act clueless, the element of surprise was on his side. He caught a whiff of something.
What the
—he spun around and caught Allura around the waist and pulled her body into his.

“What do you think you are doing? Are you trying to get shot?” He scowled, eyeing her and seeing she found the entire situation humorous. She smiled brightly. Damn, she was beautiful. “What are you doing out here at this hour?” he said, releasing her. He watched as she slipped on her shoes. Ah, she was barefoot. Interesting. He wondered where she learned the tactic.

“I came to get my gun back. I feel much safer when it is with me,” she said.

He eyed her guardedly. “So, what you are saying is you sleep with your gun beneath your pillow?” He all but called her a liar. He knew, she knew, why she came. Their interlude earlier did nothing to ease the sexual tension between them.

“No, I do not, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it returned, Noor. You had no right to take it in the first place,” she challenged him.

She was a spitfire. A fiery bit that rubbed him raw and burned him in the right places until he was aching beneath her gaze, which he noticed was sultry and not perturbed as she pretended to be. Having enough experience around females, he could identify one in heat a mile away. Allura might as well scream for him to fuck her.

This was insane. He had enough sense to run from a situation that couldn’t go anywhere but out of hand. Every innate warning sounded for him to turn her around and force her to leave. Why he stood there statuesque, unable to think coherently, mesmerized by her allure that made him simple-minded was beyond him.

He knew why she had to go. Her safety, his sanity, was at stake if he didn’t put an end to the situation already out of hand.

“You need to leave. Now.” He intentionally sharpened his tone, putting the authority bite in his voice that told the cadets he trained he meant business when they goofed off too much. It usually worked. Allura didn’t budge.

She raised her stubborn, adorably cute chin. He wanted to trace the outline with his fingertip and tickle the cute indention with his tongue.

He was losing it. The mere thought of the innocent act made his cock swell and press against his pants. A telltale swell that he was aroused and harder than the wooden spikes he saw Channing hammer into the ground and secure barbwire around to hold the post in place in the ground.

Allura escalated his damned uncomfortable state by stepping closer. He was near enough that he smelled the faint fragrance of honeysuckle perfume. The heat of her body seeped into his, making his sweat glands overreact.

Run, Noor, run.

A warning drummed in his head that he ignored.

What would a little heavy petting hurt? They would cuddle and kiss, and he definitely intended to put his hands all over her silken body, but that was as far as things would go. He wasn’t juvenile and could control his actions, if need be. That’s not what concerned him. Allura had to agree to behave and follow his lead.

He even told her as much to ensure they were on the same page. “I probably shouldn’t offer this, but I will. You can come inside, but when I say enough is enough, Allura, you must agree and we stop.”

“Yes, of course, whatever you think is best.”

She agreed. Maybe too quickly, and that should have been a warning to Noor.

By the time he reached his bedroom, Noor believed he was in total control of the situation.

Yeah, and cows can fly.

Chapter Eighteen

 

For ten brief minutes, Noor kissed, fondled, and caressed Allura’s body until both were gulping for air and fighting to restrain the madness frothing inside them to take things further. She wrapped her arms around his neck, slid her body against him, purred, and accelerated Noor’s heartbeat to dangerous levels.

He glided down her body, slipped his hands beneath the folds of skirt, and slowly inched the material around Allura’s waist. When her stomach was bare, he kissed caramel smooth skin tenderly, causing her to suck in her breath.

Her fingers toyed in his hair, pulling him closer. Her hips gyrated, grounding into his pelvis when he went horizontal and was on top of her.

All was lost when he eased a hand beneath her underthings and settled into the dampness between her thighs. A finger parted the moist, plump folds, and Allura spread her thighs anxiously.

Noor spoke, against her parted lips. “You promised to behave, or at least make me behave,” he said, popping the buttons on her bodice.

She said breathily, “I lied.” She may as well have given him the green light and put a blast in his career, maybe even his head. The thought was disconcerting, but he grinned, thinking he’d die a happy man.

Throwing all caution to the wind, Noor worked methodically to shed her clothing until she was naked. He examined her with an appreciative eye, running his fingers over the sensitive honey skin on her belly. He kissed her navel and she quivered.

He moved away from her.

“Don’t go.” She pleaded.

“I’m going to undress. I want to attend to you properly. We’re going to do this slow and easy.”

“I like fast and hot.”

Noor swooped down for a kiss. “Are you genuine?” He stepped back and finished removing his clothes.

* * * *

Shortly, Noor was completely naked, standing by the side of the bed in all his glory, a magnificent display of masculinity in its finest.

Richly colored, like weak tea, and every part of him defined with muscles that bunched and moved with his graceful motions as he loomed over her. The chorded thighs, flat-packed chest, and broad shoulders reminded her of a sleek black stallion in perfect condition, an animal built for stamina, strength, and power. God, he was beautiful.

Within minutes, he was back where she wanted him to be, settled between her thighs.

He stroked her hair with his large hands, letting strands cascade between his fingers. He caressed her flesh, ran his lips over her neck and shoulders, and then cupped her breasts and kneaded the full globes. When he dipped, his hair brushed lightly over her belly, feeling feathery. He licked tiny circles, outlining her nipples. He moaned at the taste, and Allura murmured appreciatively, feeling the heat collapse around a swelled bud. He suckled, interchanging between hard and soft, drawing a low animalistic purr from her lips.

Noor paid homage to her breasts, teasing, sucking, and washing his tongue in a lazy motion until it was all she could do not to scream. She felt alive, afire, and burning sensations ran amuck between her thighs that increased the wetness and made her slippery, ready.

“Slow and easy, baby.”

Just when she thought she would die of need, he lifted his hips into position, held her waist between his hands, and pushed forward, driving his cock to extend her vagina until she felt the entirety of his hot length pierce and forge through the tightness. Inch by inch, in leisurely degrees, he pumped and rotated his hips until he had only a finite space to cover, until he breached her completely.

Allura squeezed her eyes tight in anticipation. She dug her nails into his arm and went rigid, waiting for Noor to make her a woman—his woman.

Noor’s tone was low and husky. “Don’t move,” he whispered.

“I don’t understand. From what I know, I’m required to move. Wouldn’t it be more pleasurable for you if I did? I heard men like—”

“Where do you get this information? For a virgin you seem quite knowledgeable. Katherine, again?” he asked, and flexed his hips.

Allura gasped as a ripple of pleasure confiscated her body. “Oh…that was nice.”

“It gets better, I promise. Trust me?”

She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

He gripped her hips firmly between her fingers to keep her still. “Let me do this my way. It will be better for both of us.”

Allura had no idea what Noor meant. Nor did she care. At the end of his sentence, Noor made all manner of rational thought impossible.

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