Retribution (Kall Alien Warriors #3) - Sue Lyndon Page 0,30

her dark eyes and even darker hair. This outfit would be a lot warmer than the thin dress pants and borrowed shirt she’d been wearing. Not that the temperature in the brig was as cold as it had been when she’d first arrived here. She had a sneaking suspicion the general had upped the temperature recently just for her comfort.

“Does it fit?” he called out, his deep sexy voice rumbling through her, causing waves of heat to spread straight to her core.

Drawing in a deep breath, she smoothed her hair into place and then exited the bathroom. Pleasure lit in his eyes as he took her in, looking her up and down.

“It suits you well,” he said, sounding huskier than usual.

“Thank you, General. It-it fits perfectly.”

Still looking her up and down, he stalked closer, coming to stand directly before her, so close his masculine scent overpowered her senses. The atmosphere thickened with sexual tension. There was no mistaking the pull between them.

Take a step back, you fool. Guard your stupid heart.

But she couldn’t move, and she couldn’t breathe. She could only stand there frozen, staring up at General Zamek, as he reached out to cup her face. A shiver of awareness coursed through her and her skin tingled in all the places he touched her.

“I thought you might appreciate having an extra outfit, human, one that wasn’t mismatched.” He cleared his throat. “Now that I am certain of your size, I can replicate more dresses for you. I hope you like Kall fashions. Our materials replicators are only fitted to produce garments in the Kall style.”

He wanted to give her more dresses? Her pulse skittered.

She knew enough about Kall culture to know a master didn’t usually provide his slave, or his prisoner—whatever she was to him at this point—with such beautiful clothing.

She also knew that Kall males didn’t usually vocalize their apologies. Getting a Kall male to say ‘I’m sorry’ was like pulling teeth.

Instead of coming out and saying they were sorry about something, they tended to bestow gifts upon those they had wronged.

Was that what he was doing? Apologizing to her with more gifts?

“I-I do appreciate having an extra outfit, General Zamek. This was… kind of you.” Her face had to be bright red by now. She couldn’t stop flushing.

His fingers brushed over her cheek, his touch bordering on sensual. A growl rumbled up from deep in his chest. A growl of desire. She’d heard him make such noises around her before and there was no mistaking it now.

He shifted closer and the bulge of his hardness poked at her stomach. In response to his nearness and his touch, her core erupted in a blaze of pulsing heat. She pressed her legs close together. As a Kall male with heightened senses, he would likely be able to smell her arousal, a prospect that left her trembling with nervousness. Hiding her attraction to him wouldn’t be easy. Hell, it would be near impossible.

“When I am with you, human, I feel lighter and at peace, yet also very unsettled. When I’m not with you, I am constantly thinking of the next time I might see you, an excuse that will bring me to your cell.”

His confession stunned her—but not as much as the kiss that followed.

Chapter 11

Her lips were as sweet as he’d imagined.

Zamek growled into the little human’s mouth as he deepened the kiss, holding her in his arms as he devoured her. A rising possessiveness for Layla consumed him.

What was happening between them didn’t follow any sort of logic. She should hate him, and likewise he should hate her. Neither of them should want to spend time together, and neither of them should hold an attraction for the other.

Yet he’d once again detected the scent of her arousal on the air. It was stronger today than at any time before. She desired him, perhaps just as fiercely as he yearned for her.

And, fluxx, the sweetness between her thighs smelled intoxicating.

He longed to bury his face in her nectar and not come up for air until his lungs were ready to burst.

A soft moan vibrated in her throat, causing him to growl again and kiss her harder. Mine, he thought. Mine. He wanted to kiss her until she realized that she belonged to him. Well, she knew she belonged to him—by the laws of retribution, to be precise—but he wanted to own her on a much more intimate level.

When he finally withdrew from the kiss, they were both panting breathlessly.