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“Wow.” Star’s hands touched his stomach, and then brushed across his cock. “At least it was worth waiting for.”
“Sorry,” he said, sounding anything but. “You had to be primed before you got here, or I’d be in the brig now instead of in you.”
He rubbed the head of his shaft against her, coating himself with her cream. Pausing a moment as his frame shook violently, Roark waited for the heat wave to pass before pressing into her.
“You better not leave this time.” She was panting and shifting restlessly against him, her legs locked around his waist as if to trap him to her. “Or I’ll kill you for sure.”
In answer, he rolled his hips and surged into her.
“Oh hell,” she gasped. “I don’t even know your name.” And then she came. Hard rippling spasms gripped his cock, stealing his breath and stilling his heart.
“Damn,” he growled, his thighs shaking with his need. “You’re so small…tight as a fist.” He worked his cock into her with powerful thrusts, grunting with every deep plunge.
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Definitely worth dying for.
His head fell back and he howled his release, two days of misery shooting out of him and flooding into her. Clutching her suspended body tightly, he stroked himself with her cunt until he was drained.
For now. The next heat wave would hit within moments.
He rested his damp forehead against Star’s, fighting for control, their labored breaths mingling. “Hi,” he managed. “I’m Roark.”
“Hi, Roark. Nice to finally fuck you.”
* * *
Star shook her head. This was soooooo wrong. A judge was not supposed to have sex with the criminals. “This doesn’t change anything, you know.”
“Yeah, I know.” He turned his head and began to lick the sweat that misted her skin.
Deep inside her, he throbbed, his erection unabated. It felt so good, it took every bit of control she had not to grind herself onto that massive cock.
He was beautiful, the ambassador. Roark. She couldn’t see colors with her night vision, but she could see everything else. The spots that mottled his silky skin made a wondrous pattern. His hair was dark and straight, hanging almost to his hips. His mouth, with its sculpted lips, was a work of art, and she moaned as he turned his head and pressed it to hers.
“Just give me a week, Star.” He licked her lips. “Then I’ll go with you without a fight.”
“You can’t fight me,” she said dryly, her hands brushing across the tops of his broad shoulders. He was very big. Tall, and well-muscled.
Very yummy, but still… “I’d tear you apart.”
“But then you’d miss having all you want of this.” He pumped his cock through their cream.
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I’ve been squirming over you!”
Roark laughed, and it was a warm sound, so vibrant and full of life.
His hand cupped her nape and he nuzzled his nose against hers. “It wasn’t easy for me either, you know. I’ve waited almost two years to come into my heat.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“It was the only way I could reach you. The time during our heat is when a Jacian’s telepathic powers are strongest. I could not have dreamed with you at any other time, and without dreams we would not be together. You are too focused on your work. If it were possible, I would have had you sooner, and without risk to my life, but this was the only way.”
She took a few moments to absorb what he’d said. What the hell was she going to do? Whatever detachment she’d felt when she walked in the door was gone. Her prey wasn’t some nameless, faceless body.
He was a man. A man who had been loving her nightly for a week. A man who, even in the grip of a tormenting heat, had taken the time to please her as well.
“I can’t go through my heat without you, Star.” He slid his hands down her arms and then laced his fingers with hers. “You’ll have to kill me if you won’t stay. I’ll go mad trapped like a wild animal in your brig.” He thrust as deep as he could go. “I’d rather die if I can’t have you.”
You’ll have to kill me. How the hell was she supposed to do that now? He was inside her.
“Why?” To risk all this…for her…she didn’t even know him.
He reached up and touched her hair. “May I?” Star nodded, and he pulled the tresses free of their knot. “I’ve spent a great deal of time in the courts on Primus. This,” he shifted her hair through his fingers,
“caught my eye. I followed you. I watched you work, I saw the compassion you strive so hard to hide. I like your toughness as well as 12
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your softness, and I love that the advancement of your species is so important to you. As an ambassador, I can relate to and respect that.”
“I’ve never seen you,” she scoffed.
“I wear a black cloak and hood.”
Her eyes widened.
“Ah…I see you’ve noticed me. I have to cover myself. My appearance is…distracting.”
Star snorted. “That’s an understatement.” Frowning, she asked, “Do all Jacians look like you?”
“We share the same level of similarity as any other species.” Roark lifted her hair to his nose, and took a deep breath.
“So, no,” she answered, startled by her reaction to his tenderness.
“You’re exceptionally hot. Women fall at your feet and beg you to fuck them.”
His mouth curved in a smile that made her heart leap. “Would you have done that? No? Well then, my looks offer no advantage I would be interested in. Hence the robe.”
Slipping his hands around her shoulders, Roark pressed his body fully to hers. She felt the tremor that moved him, felt the sudden swelling of his cock inside her. Her breasts grew heavy, her blood heating and slowing with her arousal. He smelled divine—a potent allure for her heightened senses. His skin was soft and sleek over beautifully defined muscles. Her hands touched his back, slid down his spine, kneaded his flesh.
“Kiss me, Star,” he begged softly in the deep, dark voice that moved her. “Like you did in our dreams.”
She shouldn’t. But his mouth waited just inches from hers, the mouth that had pressed kisses to every inch of her skin. Licking her lips, she tilted her head and gave him what he wanted, her tongue sliding along his, drinking in his taste. He groaned and then began to move, his cock slipping from her inch by inch and then gliding back 13
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inside, the thick head stroking every tender spot.
“Oh man,” she breathed, shuddering just like he did, the feel of his deep, steady plunges making her writhe in his embrace. His long, silky hair swayed all around him, caressing her legs where she held on for dear life. She’d wanted this for a week, and yet the hunger he fed was far older than that.
“Is it good for you?” he purred, knowing damn well it was. He bent his knees and shifted his angle, massaging her so deeply her eyes watered. “How’s this?” He pulled out to the very tip of his cock, and then rolled his hips, screwing back inside.
Her plaintive moan was all the answer she could manage.
His skin grew hot to the touch, his muscles trembling beneath her hands. He was holding back for her. Again. “Go ahead, Roarke.” Star licked the shell of his ear, then bit the lobe. His cock jerked. “Take what you need.”
“Star…”
“I want it,” she whispered.
As if her words freed him from invisible restraints, his entire body hardened, then like a coil held too tightly, he sprang into action. He withdrew his cock and then slammed his hips to hers, the wall behind her protesting with a creak. Again he slipped out, again he thrust, his rhythm increasing with every lunge until he was pounding into her, giving her the long, deep plunges she’d begged for in their dreams.
Pinned as she was
, she could only take what he gave her. She struggled for leverage, for control, but found none. Roark bit her shoulder and then growled, “Want to come?”
“Yes! Damn you.”
He ground his pelvis against her clit and watched her orgasm, his gaze so hot it burned her skin. She rippled around him, milking him, clenching tight to hold him deep. She curled her body around his while he cried out and spurted his pleasure inside her. The feel of his power 14
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reduced to such desperation was amazing. That he’d wanted to share this only with her was more so.
As he finished, he held her tightly, but his grip was tempered with unmistakable tenderness. Her body was dense with muscle and unbreakable bones, but Roark made her feel cherished and delicate. Far beyond the sex, this heated after-embrace was achingly intimate—his sweat mixed with hers, his tongue licking at the bite mark, her hands tangled in his hair.
She could never terminate him.
So now…what to do with him?
“If we—” She cleared her dry throat. “If I agree that we stay here fucking for a week, do I have to hang off the wall the whole time?
What happens when I have to pee?”
Laughing, Roark drew his head back and kissed the tip of her nose.
“That’s something I didn’t know about you, your sense of humor. I like it.” He stepped back, his heavy cock slipping wetly from her. Star pouted at the loss, and he groaned, but there was no help for it. She’d never retract her spines if he didn’t let her calm down a bit.
“Lights,” he called out, and she blinked to see him in the new brightness.
“Oh jeez.” She swiped her fingers over her mouth to check for drool. In full color, he took her breath away. Inky black tresses set off eyes the color of sapphires—a deep, dark translucent blue.
