Hanna and the Hitman - Honey Phillips Page 0,23

didn’t complain as the feeling started to return to the numb flesh.

“I’m sorry, pet. I didn’t think of that.”

“That’s all right. I know you’re not feeling well.”

This close to him, it was even more apparent. In addition to the fiery heat radiating from his body, a series of fine tremors skated across his skin. Even though he no longer had to moderate his pace to account for hers, his speed didn’t significantly increase. She would have been concerned that her weight was slowing him down, except she already knew how easily he could carry her.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” she asked.

He looked down at her, his eyes black, and she realized that they had remained that way since he had come for her.

“Your eyes—they’re still black.”

He swore, and for a moment, they flickered to the pale blue of his original appearance, but then they returned to black. He shook his head.

“I’m losing control over the shift.”

“Is that bad?”

“Dangerous,” he said grimly, casting a quick look around. The road was deserted. One side was flanked by what appeared to be warehouses and an occasional tall fence. The other was nothing but icy tundra rapidly rising into snowy foothills. “At least there’s no one else here. But we must hurry.”

He started to move more rapidly, but as he did, the tremors across his skin increased. She was looking up at him, studying his face anxiously, when his horns disappeared, and she gasped. It had been one thing to emerge from the bathroom and see him in a different form; it was very different to see the change sweeping over him. His short dark hair was replaced by long, waving strands in shades that ranged from green to gold to brown. She lifted her hand and touched one wayward lock. It didn’t feel like hair exactly but rather like strands of ultrafine velvet.

“Is this your real hair?”

He swore again as he lifted a hand to his head. She tried not to notice how much it was trembling.

“Fuck. Yes, it is.” Those black eyes burned down at her. “No one has ever seen a Pardorian in his true form and lived to tell about it.”

“I would never tell anyone.” Tears sprang to her eyes. “I don’t even have anyone that I could tell.”

“Hush, pet. I wasn’t trying to threaten you. I just need to make sure that no one sees me as we return to the ship.”

“I understand,” she assured him, relieved that he trusted her.

The lights of the spaceport were coming closer, and she tried to remember their previous trip. Had it only been that morning? It seemed so long ago now. From what she remembered, his ship had been parked along one side of the landing field with few other ships around. Her sense of direction wasn’t good enough to know if they were arriving on the same side.

Just as they came within a few feet of the outer band of lights, she felt another tremor ripple across his chest, and this time his skin changed as well. Gleaming blue skin was replaced by soft suede in a swirl of colors that echoed those in his hair. Beneath the velvety skin, his muscles seem to expand, growing even larger and harder, and she realized that he was taller now. Each time he changed, he seemed to get bigger, she thought and had to suppress a half-hysterical giggle.

He staggered as the change washed over him, and blue skin ebbed back and forth as he fought to hold his original form. His arms shook, probably with the intensity of the battle, and she realized that holding her must be diverting his strength.

“Let me down,” she urged. They had reached the hard surface of the landing field, and her sandals would no longer have to contend with the icy ruts of the utility road. He started to object, but he staggered again. Reluctantly, he let her slide down his body.

Oh my. His muscles weren’t the only things that had gotten larger. His fully erect cock pressed briefly against her stomach.

Would he still taste the same? she wondered and then was immediately ashamed of the question when he was obviously suffering. The shame didn’t prevent a quick rush of arousal as she remembered their encounter at the mansion.

He growled, and she gave him a startled look as his hands clamped down on her ass and pulled her back against him, letting her feel every massive inch.

“Need to mate,” he grunted, his hands kneading her ass