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EIGHTEEN
Sex sharing with Tempesthadn’t been in Rook’s mind when he followed his instincts into the building. Discovering her in the room below the roof filled him with relief which had quickly turned to anger at the risk she’d taken.
But as she fought him with skillful moves fueled by terror, he’d found himself unable to contact his team and signal her presence. Her accurate summation of him drugging her while she slept cut like the sharpest blade and he’d almost succumbed to the guilt until he remembered the retrieval order.
As her body slid against his during their struggles, he’d become uncontrollably aroused. The demand to reclaim her physically stoked the fires and sent him spiraling with the need to mark her. Perhaps he had more Argoran traits than he’d previously thought.
He wanted Tempest in a way he had wanted no other woman. His thoughts stayed on her, crippling his ability to sleep without knowing whether she was safe or not.
As he fucked her against the wall amidst the dark shadows and dusty interior, he gazed into her strained features. Blonde hair, blue eyes and plumped lips. His inner cat which had no physical form growled in rejection of the image before him.
The need came over him like a wave, leading to his unreasonable demand as he powered into the welcome heat of her sex. He pressed his forehead to hers and rasped, “Show me your real face, Tempest.”
“Seraphina,” she gasped and arched into his hard strokes. “My name’s Seraphina.”
Pleased growls built in his throat. She’d trusted him with her name. He grazed his teeth down the side of her throat and snarled, “Fina. My Fina.”
His cock pulsed as he pumped into her harder, release hazing the edge of his vision but he didn’t want to come with this stranger. He didn’t want Tempest. He wanted Seraphina. The woman who called to the soul of him.
“Will you let me see you, Fina?” he whispered.
He felt the instant the change took over her body and could only stare. Blonde hair slid into light brown waves with red streaks that grew past her cheeks, her jawline, then her shoulders.
Large bouncing breasts became smaller, a perfect handful. The blue eyes watching him darkened to the deepest hazel, more green than brown. The hips rocking against his shifted, became smaller, more narrow. He adjusted his hold to compensate for her new shape.
“Please, Rook. I need you,” she gasped.
Her voice changed too. The familiar tone was replaced by a sensual rasp that rubbed against his skin and wrapped around him like a sexy embrace.
Awe held him enthralled. And in a blink, it was gone. Brown hair became short and blonde again. Those amazing eyes lightened to the bland blue that didn’t hold a candle to the original color. He pounded one hand on the wall beside her head. “No!”
He thrust harder, squeezed tighter. “Bring her back. Give me the real Fina.”
Internal muscles clutched his shaft and rippled along its length. The orgasm crested, taking him under. Seraphina whimpered and grabbed him. Her mouth fell open as soundless cries escaped and they reached their explosive climax together.
“Rook, damn it. Answer me,”Kjar bit off through his comm.
His head fell beside hers as he tried to catch his breath. His heart pounded and his legs shook. Hand shaking, he managed to tap his comm once in the affirmative.
Kjar’s sigh came across clearly.“Report status, Hunter One. Dorian thinks he saw you run into this empty building across from the Assembly Hall.”
Seraphina’s fingers limply trailed over the side of his face, caressing the outer curve of his ear and paused. Her pointer finger touched the tip of his comm. Guilt a heavy weight in his heart, he gave another single tap. Then grasped her hips and hefted her up as he withdrew.
Not wanting to see the questions on her face, he bent over and sorted his uniform around his ankles and pulled it up, zipping the front closure with a snip of finality. He adjusted his weapon in the holster and ran out of a way to stall.
Unable to avoid it, he looked at Seraphina. She fixed her nano suit and faced him, chin up as she jammed her boots back on. “What now?”
He had never felt more torn. The distance of more than a few feet separated them. “I can’t let you go.”
Resignation flickered over her face. Her lips tightened and the moment she moved, he was ready. He caught her on the first step she took to run and clamped the plasti-cuff on one wrist. Seraphina growled and kicked his leg. His knee buckled but he held on. Her shoulders tensed and she swung. He swayed back, barely missing the swipe of the serrated blade in her hand.
“Fina!” he snapped, surprised.
If she’d followed through and connected, the knife in her hand would have caused severe damage. She smirked and twirled her wrist then lunged for him. He ducked back, hard to do with one hand holding her cuffed wrist but he managed.
She lashed, kicked and punched, angry emotion in every strike. He avoided each attempt and bent the arm with the cuff behind her back. He twisted the limb high up and Seraphina choked off a pained cry.
The brutal hold could snap her arm if she continued to resist the tension he applied. Chest to her back, he spoke directly into her ear. “Don’t make me hurt you.”
