Sons of Lyra: Stranded (6 page)

“
Vega Three
sounds good,” he said and then kissed her, his lips playing slowly
against hers.

She’d missed
them.

She’d missed everything
about him—his eyes, his voice, his touch, the way he
smelt.

Her arms went around his
neck and she smiled at him when he looked at her.

“
It was close,”
he said. “If you hadn’t fixed the ship—”

She pressed her finger to
his lips, silencing him.

“
I work better
under pressure,” she said with another broad smile. She shuffled on
his lap, getting more comfortable. It was a long journey to Vega
Three, but she didn’t want to sleep through it. She wanted to spend
it getting to know him.

A smile arched his lips.
“So do I,” he said. “A year of you onboard my ship and finally I
have you.”

He dragged her back close
to him, crushing her hands against his chest as he kissed her hard.
She tackled his tongue with her own, loving the sensual glide of it
against hers and the way it stirred fire in her veins.

She was breathing hard
when he released her.

“
Now I’m never
going to let you go,” he whispered and placed brief soft kisses to
her lips.

She smiled lazily, melting
in his strong arms and wondering if she was dreaming.

“
Will they come
after you?” she said, worried that they were going to be chased
across the galaxy and he’d be taken from her, forced to marry his
jilted bride.

He smiled and shook his
head. “Balt and my father will see to it that we’re left
alone...”

She frowned when he looked
as though he was going to say something more but didn’t. There was
a hesitant air about him.

“
What is it?”
she said, her fingers idly undoing the buttons of his white shirt.
She ran her hands inside, memorising the softness and warmth of his
skin.

“
My mother
won’t give me any longer than a year.”

She frowned and pushed his
black jacket off his shoulders, tugging it down his arms and
removing it. He was wearing far too much clothing for her
liking.

“
A year for
what?” she said idly, only half paying attention, and leaned
towards him. She pulled his shirt open and kissed his neck, laving
it with her tongue and smiling inside when he tilted his head back
and to the side to give her better access. She kissed upwards and
sucked his earlobe into her mouth. He moaned.

“
To have a
wedding.”

She pushed off him, her
eyes wide and her heart thundering. “A wedding?”

“
You took her
son away... her only unmarried son... from his wedding. She’ll want
a replacement one.” He pulled her back to him, his lips teasing her
neck and making her blood burn.

A wedding?

He wanted her to marry
him.

She grinned.

“
Say it again
and I’ll think about it.” She continued to smile even when he
frowned in confusion. “What you said to me before.”

Realisation dawned in his
eyes. He pulled her closer to him, until their mouths were almost
touching. His fingers threaded into her hair.

“
Iskara no
tatui sem do skiattai aishin,” he whispered against her lips. “I
wish to be always yours and that you’d let me love you.”

She kissed him softly and
sighed against his mouth. “I want that too. I want to be always
yours and that you’d let me love you too.”

His lips claimed hers and
she closed her eyes, surrendering to him completely. She knew he
loved her as she loved him.

“
Marry me,” he
whispered with urgent need, giving her the impression that it would
be a lot less than a year before he wed her.

She’d be a fool not
to.

Besides, now that he had
her, he clearly wasn’t going to let her go. His words hadn’t been a
question. They’d been an order, a command, a request. He was going
to marry her whether she liked it or not.

She smiled against his
mouth.

No one said no to a son of
Lyra.

He palmed her breasts and
suckled her neck, alternating between kisses and playful bites. She
leaned into his heated touch, melting all over again at the
firmness of his grip on her and his hungry kisses.

Now she knew why people
didn’t say no to them.

He devoured her neck as he
unzipped her flight suit.

When he was close to her,
when he touched her, she only had one word in her
vocabulary.

She leaned her head back
and moaned at the ceiling.

“
Yes.”

The
End

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About the
author

Felicity Heaton
is a great believer in love at first sight and the romantic ideal.
Having grown up reading extensively, she developed a deep love of
classical literature, ranking Jane Eyre, North & South, and
Persuasion amongst her all time favourite reads. The most romantic
moment of her life was when her husband got down on bended knee on
the steps of Sacré Coeur, Paris, at night in front of several
hundred spectators and proposed. She was too drunk on love, and
subsequently champagne, to care about the audience. All she could
see was the man that she loved. A writer of emotion and life, she
always strives to touch a chord of familiarity in her readers and
give them characters they can love and a read to
remember.

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