Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales #27) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,40
had longed to make her come! And then to stand up and press not his tongue or his fingers, but his cock deep into her tight little pussy channel. He would take her—own her…bond her!
It was this last thought that kept him from doing something extremely foolish. Beause he couldn’t bond her to him—couldn’t give her the children she wanted. It was hopeless—impossible.
And so Roark held himself back. No matter how badly he wanted Samantha for his own, he knew he could never have her.
Twenty-Seven
The boxes were almost all loaded in his shuttle when Roark saw the folded piece of paper on the kitchen counter. They had been working together all morning, getting the last of Samantha’s things packed for her permanent move to the Mother Ship and now they were almost done.
He had picked her up at the door to her suite that morning and greeted her with a slow, passionate kiss. When he’d let her go, Sammi had whispered breathlessly,
“I thought you only did that on workdays?”
Roark had replied something about how he had to keep her sexually amorous in order to get her ready for the experiment that night.
The truth was, though, he had simply wanted to kiss her. The same way he wanted to help her move—to act like what the humans called a “normal boyfriend” and lift the boxes that were too heavy for her and just generally be near her all day.
They flew down to Earth and got to work. To Roark, it almost felt as though they were a couple—part of a team—two halves of a whole. It was what he had always longed for, in his deepest heart, though he tried not to admit it. Against his will, he had found himself wondering if Samantha might consider having a relationship without being bonded. And was it really so important to her to have children? Hadn’t she said something about adopting if you couldn’t have children of your own?
The thoughts were foolish but Roark couldn’t seem to push them out of his head. He was thinking them when he saw the paper on the counter.
Curious as to its contents, he opened it and saw a note printed in slashing, masculine handwriting.
Hey, Beautiful, where have you been lately? I’ve looked for you everywhere, but I can’t find you. I really miss you—I’m hoping you come home soon so we can go on that date I’ve been promising you.
The note wasn’t signed, but Roark could guess that it must have been left there by an old lover—or maybe a new one, who was eager to have Samantha to himself.
Though he knew he had no right to be possessive, he couldn’t help the surge of jealousy that rushed through him. Crumpling the note in his fist, he went to find Samantha, who was putting the last of a series of delicate knick knacks in a large cardboard box.
She was dressed in the blue denim trousers humans called “jeans” and a mint green t-shirt that day, which brought out her green eyes. The points of her nipples were clear underneath it. Roark had removed the nipple caps that morning before they left for Earth, deciding that the feeling of the soft t-shirt material rubbing against her sensitive peaks would be stimulating enough. He had kept the clit shield on though because he liked stimulating her when she least expected it. Her long strawberry blonde hair was put up in a messy bun at the back of her neck and there was a smudge of dust on her forehead.
The picture she painted was one of endearing domesticity, which only made Roark angrier because it represented everything he had ever wanted…and could never have.
She was holding a little china doll in one hand when he stalked up to her.
“Do you care to explain this?” he barked, uncrumpling the paper and thrusting it out to her. “I found it on the counter of your food prep area.”
Samantha’s green eyes widened as she read the note. The china doll dropped from her hand and the head of it shattered against the hardwood floor.
“Oh my God,” she whispered unsteadily. “You say you found it on the kitchen counter?”
“Yes, I did.” Roark glared at her. “You told me you were ‘single’ when I offered you the job as my assistant. Did you lie to me, Samantha?”
“No…no!” She shook her head wildly. “This is just…” She shook her head and cleared her throat. “Look, never mind about this. It’s over now, okay?”