Stolen (Tribes #2) - Milana Jacks Page 0,29

sounded better. The r sound made from your tongue movement is quite sexy.” Nar moves toward me, and I ball my hands into fists to stand my ground and not scoot into the nearest corner and beg for mercy. He’s a dual-form alien, classified as predator, and predators predate on humans. I can’t forget that.

Nar brushes my arm as he walks by, and I shiver. He sweeps his hand upward, and a lineup of clothes appears. He sifts through the garments hanging on an invisible rack. “If you find anything that fits, wear it.” He bends at the waist, and because he’s nude, my eyes find his ass, dimples on either side, and I’ve never seen a man ass as firm as his. His thighs are so powerful, the shifting of each muscle is visible, and I can’t look away.

He turns, and I blink, then look up to see him smiling.

Caught red-handed, I feel heat crawling up my cheeks and know I’m blushing.

Nar twirls the knife in his hand and walks to me. He lifts my chin, puts the knife at the collar that surrounds my throat. I swallow.

He bends and pecks my lips. “For your information…” He kisses me again and purrs softly, making my entire body heat up. “The only reason I’m taking the leash and collar off is because Gur put it there. When I put it there, and I will put it there, you will crawl to me and do that thing you did last night where you put your mouth around my cock.”

Cold metal touches my skin. He must have wedged the blade under the collar. His eyes brighten, becoming the eyes of the creature behind the pale white gaze. “The way you respond to me drives me mad. You fear me, and yet you are aroused by me. The mix of the two scents is as intoxicating as it is confusing. It’s tearing me apart. I wanna eat and fuck at the same time.” He slices through the collar. It and the leash both thump to the floor.

I gasp and step back, hand on my throat. Oh God, it feels like it’s not my neck and this is some other girl experiencing the ordeal. I kick the collar away. Nar moves toward me, and I move back. His eyes blaze orange now. His vertically slit pupils frighten me. I keep backpedaling until I hit a wall, but he stalks me, pinning me against the wall.

“A cornered prey makes my hunter happy. A cornered aroused prey confuses him. I dislike confusion.” He purrs louder and traces the side of my neck with his tongue.

“You can touch me,” he says. “I think you want to. I think you want lots of things from me, goddess, or you wouldn’t bother with a servant at all.” His hand brushes my nipple, and I hitch a breath. He grabs my neck, squeezes. “I will not be your servant, Aoa. I will be your equal until the end of our time, not your time.”

“My name is Michelle.”

“Quiet, liar.”

“It’s on my birth certificate.”

He bites my neck and purrs, stepping closer, his warm body pressing against my front. I want to climb him like a fucking tree. Jesus! I put my palms over his chest and feel his muscles move as his hands grab my ass and lift me. “Take off your clothes.”

I slide off the pelts he piled on me and unbutton the preppy white silk shirt that reminds me so much of things I’d wear at home. Nar sucks my left breast, now growling more than purring, and I dig my fingernails into his biceps. He leans his elbows on the walls, pinning me only with his body, and I start sliding down, detaching my breast from his mouth. Nar’s eyes lock with mine as my body lowers and my pussy slides over his dick. He tore a hole in these jeans last night.

He closes his mouth over mine, and I open up for a kiss. He’s pinned me, and I’m not moving anymore while we make out, him growling, me moaning. Nar’s mouth and body feel like a fever, a fire, and I want to burn inside it.

Nar jerks his hips, and I hitch a breath while he kisses me. He jerks his hips again, and I hitch another breath. He’s impossibly large and forcing himself inside me, and my channel clenches as he keeps breaching me deeper with these jerky movements. I lean my head against the wall