hooves and horns, the Bevlons thought I wasn’t demonic enough. They accused me of being too tame and put me through trials to toughen me. When I was of age to do so, I left.”
Violette wanted to reach out to him, to pull him into her arms, but refrained. Dev clearly had no place in either culture. She couldn’t imagine such a life. No wonder he was so close to his crew.
The sun had almost set behind the horizon. Bright stars gave light to see by. Once at the settlement, Dev put the kit on the ground and pulled out a collapsible emergency ladder. She watched as he secured it to a fruit tree branch.
Soft, steady whistles came from under the canopy as if the creatures slept. “Do you think they wait around for tall visitors to feed them?”
He picked an orange seed off his pant leg. “I think they eat grass and probably wait for food to fall on the ground. If they were gluttonous, the one I put into the tree would have taken more than his fill, so I think there is no harm in giving them better access to—”
Her lips cut off his words. Violette wasn’t sure what prompted her to act, but she kissed him.
Dev pulled back in question.
“Come closer,” she whispered.
“There are rules about prisoners.” He glanced to the sleeping aliens.
“Just a little bit closer,” she insisted. “The night is cool, and you are warm.”
“I am trying very hard to resist you.” He swayed in her direction.
“I wish you wouldn’t.” She licked her lips, noticing how his eyes kept dipping down to look at them. “You’re a very rules kind of man, aren’t you, Dev?”
He nodded. “I have certain codes I live by.”
“Closer.” She kept her voice soft as she leaned into him. “We all have codes, rules, duties.”
“We are on opposite sides of—”
“Of?” She touched his chest, sliding her fingers over the hard ridges of his muscles.
“Of…” He glanced down, and she drew her hands up to cup his face and turn his gaze back to hers.
“Come closer.” The more he tried to resist, the more she wanted him. She saw the struggling in his expression, knew that he wanted to deny himself the pleasure they shared.
Violette gripped his face tighter. The heat of him drew her to lean fully against his body. This made more sense to her than conversation. What could she say that wasn’t already said? He wanted to protect Josselyn. She needed to honor her father with revenge. This was not a point on which they would meet. Even so, take away that fact, and she was left with wanting to kiss him.
Rigid control over her emotions only kept her desire for him at bay for so long. In that they were the same. But, there were no eyes on them here, not that she cared if people found out she’d had sex with a Bevlon. She did care about her crew thinking she was going soft.
“Closer,” she demanded in a part growl.
Dev finally returned her kiss. He cupped her ass and lifted her off the ground in one swift movement. Her nerves tingled where they touched and ached where they didn’t. She wrapped her legs around his hips. He walked her away from the canopy, only to go to his knees when they were hidden from view behind the fruit tree.
Firm ground pressed against her back, and she unwrapped her legs. The hunger grew. With every brush of his clothing, the frenzy inside of her built. When she touched him, she felt alive. Her breath quickened. She clawed at his pants to strip the material off him before moving to wiggle out of her own. No man had ever driven her to such a chaotic need. This was a primal dance they both understood.
He pushed the back of her leg, lifting her thigh to kiss the sensitive flesh leading from her knee to her sex. She ran her fingers through his dark hair. The natural heat made the trail of his mouth unmistakable, and with each kiss, she tensed with growing need. Moisture gathered in her pussy. Her toes curled in anticipation. She tried to force his head to her sex, but she could no longer move him than she could change the rotation of a planet.
Violette bit her lip to keep quiet. She doubted the natives would be moving around anytime soon, but this is not how she wanted to be caught. Her hips lifted and gyrated