Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales #27) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,41

it been ‘over’ though?” Roark demanded. “Was this person—this male—still in contact with you after I hired you?”

“No, okay?” Samantha snapped. She ran a hand though her hair distractedly and half of it came down from the loose bun it was in, making her look messy and stressed. “He couldn’t find me once I left for the Mother Ship and I hope to never have to deal with him again!’

Turning on her heel, she left the room, the soles of her little white sneakers crunching on the shattered fragments of the delicate china doll’s head.

Twenty-Eight

Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God…

Sammi paced around the room which had once been her bedroom, feeling sick to her stomach. So he had broken in again—her anonymous stalker had been in her house sometime after she had left for the Mother Ship. And he had left her another one of his little “love notes.”

As always, the thought of a stranger who meant her harm standing in the place where she lived—or where she used to live anyway—made her feel cold and frightened.

She—

All at once the door slammed open and Roark stalked in. His pale eyes were fierce and he somehow seemed even bigger and more muscular than usual.

“Samantha, I don’t care who this other male is,” he announced, glaring down at her. “He cannot have you—you’re mine.”

“What?” Sammi’s heart started pounding for a different reason. Was Roark finally going to Claim her? Was he going to demand that she join with him, the way Berik had told Meg they had to be together because he was addicted to her and needed to taste her every day?

“I said, you’re mine,” Roark repeated. “I need you for…for my experiment. For my research.”

“Oh…” Sammi’s heart plummeted. “For your research. Right.”

“Speaking of which, let’s see how ready you are for your ride in the inseminator.”

Roark crossed the room in two long strides and ripped up her shirt.

“Hey!” Sammi gasped as he examined her nipples which were tight and pink from rubbing against her t-shirt all day. “I don’t think—”

“Mine,” Roark breathed again and then he was kissing her—kissing her deeply and possessively as he gently cupped the curve of one breast through the black straps of the breast harness. Despite his fiery kiss, the way he touched her was tender—almost reverent—and it melted something deep inside Sammi.

She found she was pressing against him and kissing him back, opening her mouth to welcome him in.

“Oh, Roark…” she breathed softly when he broke the kiss and dropped to his knees before her. “Please…”

“Have to test your sensitivity,” he murmured and then he was sucking her aching peaks, taking her nipples deeply into his hot mouth as Sammi moaned and carded her fingers through his thick, black hair.

Then his hands were on the button of her jeans and suddenly both jeans and panties were down around her ankles.

“Oh!” Sammi gasped as he pushed her backwards until she fell back on the mattress, which had been stripped and was now bare on the bed frame. She’d made arrangements to leave most of her furniture here, since her suite on the Mother Ship was furnished much more nicely than she could afford on her own. Now she was glad the bed had been one of the things she’d agreed to leave, since she was lying on it half naked with the big Kindred between her legs.

“Take these ridiculous things off,” Roark growled, tugging her jeans and panties out of the way.

Sammi moaned as he spread her thighs with his broad shoulders and her pussy lips with his long fingers. The little black half-sphere of the clit shield was still in place but it was clear how hot she was from the way her pussy was wet and swollen with need.

“Roark, please!” she moaned. “What are you doing?”

“Checking your wetness,” he growled. “Seeing if you’re ready to be fucked.” He slid two long fingers deep into her hungry depths and Sammi gasped and writhed against him, her clit throbbing under the little black shield.

“Please!” she gasped. “Oh, please Roark!”

Without warning, he pulled the black remote out of his pocket. Pointing it at her, he pressed a button.

All that morning the clit shield had been teasing her gently—the slow, patient lapping that kept her stimulated but didn’t actually make her crazy or bring her to orgasm. Now its intensity jumped from a one to a ten in an instant.

“Oh!” Sammi’s hips bucked involuntarily and she cried out from the sudden stimulation. “Oh, Roark, what