Laurann Dohner: Valiant

His hand on her stomach slid down and there was a jerk at her waist. She couldn’t really think about that though. Concentrating on anything other than what he was doing was too difficult as Valiant played her breast.

She barely registered the fact that something pulled on her slacks until he released her breast. Her eyes flew open again.

“Lift your hips.”

My hips? She stared at him, confused. “What?”

He smiled. His mouth lowered and captured her other breast. A moan tore from her throat. He didn’t tease her breast, he sucked it into his mouth, using his tongue and teeth against her. The ability to think fled as he increased the suction and the sharp tugs on her breast made her clit throb as if they were connected. One of his hands slid under her back as she arched off the bed to press tighter against his mouth. His hand lowered, cupped her ass and squeezed.

That’s when she realized his hand held bare skin. Her That’s when she realized his hand held bare skin. Her eyes flew open as she tried to shove him away. His mouth released her breast and their gazes met. She twisted, trying to see around his body and realized that he’d somehow gotten her pants open and down her thighs where they were bunched at her knees. Her panties were down there too, tangled up with her slacks.

Tammy gaped at him.

“I didn’t even realize. How did you get my pants down without me knowing?”

He chuckled. “That’s all you have to say?”

Valiant tried hard to keep control of his desire. He wanted her so bad it had become a physical pain. She’d probably scream if he removed his pants, considering she seemed worried about the size of his cock. Their size difference could be an issue but women were designed to stretch for birthing. He could make it work if he were careful, gentle, and took it slow enough for her to adjust to him.

She’s human. He clenched his teeth but finally relaxed. It didn’t matter that he’d never believed he’d be attracted to a human or that he’d thought other males of his kind were idiots to want them, because it all boiled down to the truth. He wanted and needed this one.

He inhaled her wonderful, sexy scent, and fought back a snarl. She had admitted the sound frightened her.

Species women would know he did it because he was aroused but Tammy wasn’t one of his kind. She wouldn’t be turned on if he didn’t restrain his animal instincts. It had been tough to do, but for her, he’d fought hard to remain in control.

He had to take some deep breaths to calm. He resisted the urge to just tear her clothes from her body, shove her legs apart, and bury his face between those soft, sensual, pale thighs of hers. The scent of her arousal made him long to bury his tongue deep into the source. He fought to think but it was difficult as an image of how it would feel to taste her desire, to know the warm depths of her sweet pussy, and how she would make more of those soft moans if he fucked her with his mouth.

His dick hardened until he wondered if the material of his jeans would actually split apart and it would break free of the confinement. His shaft had swollen to a painful size from just thinking about where his tongue wanted to go—inside her. Fear cooled his blood though.

She wasn’t Species. He couldn’t just make her climax, flip her over, lift her ass up into the air and pound into her until he came. He’d hurt her.

Valiant stared into her beautiful eyes. The blue of them reminded him of the ocean. He’d never seen it personally but he’d watched plenty of DVDs featuring Hawaii. It was just one of the places he’d seen on his television that he’d never be allowed to visit.

First he’d been sealed inside concrete prisons, then later in the hot, miserable desert in a horrible motel with nothing around but flat miles of emptiness. Reservation had been bought to provide a better, permanent location for Species and now he had trees, blue sky, and a home.

His. Something that belonged to him.

She blinked and took a deep breath, her breasts lifted as she inhaled, and he realized there was something else he wanted to belong to him—her. He could happily stare into those eyes every day. To have her spread out naked on his bed would be a joy. The scent of her was something he could easily grow addicted to. Everything about her drew him, mesmerized him, and he wasn’t about to allow it or her to slip through his fingers.

He would just need to get her addicted to him and convince her she belonged in his life. He’d wanted a mate but he’d imagined she’d be Species. He mentally shrugged that fantasy away. None of them had affected him the way the small human under him did. He’d been denied a lot in his lifetime but he would have her.

Mine! All mine. I’m not giving her up. Never.

“Get off me.”

Valiant shook his head. “Kick the pants away and open your thighs for me. I want to touch you.”

Panic gripped Tammy. The guy had practically managed to strip her and she hadn’t even realized what he’d done. She’d wanted to kiss him, she’d admit that, but now her pants and panties were around her knees, her body mostly exposed and she had to call a halt. She couldn’t have sex with a stranger and especially not one as scary as Valiant.

“Go to hell. Get off me and pull my pants back up.”

He shook his head again before he lifted away from her and sprang backward from the bed. He landed on his feet gracefully with his thighs spread apart enough to make room for her legs between them. He smiled at her while raking his gaze down her body. Desire showed clearly as he examined every exposed inch.

She gasped, trying to shove her shirt down over her bare breasts with one hand as she also reached frantically for her pants to pull them back up with her other. Holy shit! How did that happen? She was completely exposed to the guy.

He gripped her slacks with both hands and jerked them out of her frantic hold, tore them down her legs, and tossed them to the floor. Shocked and miffed, Tammy stared up at him but then he dropped down on her again. He braced his arms, pushup style, legs still spread, and his body hovered over hers. He didn’t touch her. Inches separated their bodies as they stared into each other’s eyes.

“Spread your legs for me, sexy. I’m going to touch you.” His voice came out gruff, raspy and deep.

She locked her thighs tightly together and reached up to push against his chest again. He had a sexy voice when turned on, but she couldn’t allow him to have sex with her. She needed to remember that she didn’t do strangers, no matter how much she wanted to, or how bad she ached for his touch. New Species. Part animal.

So wrong. Yeah. Remember that. She pushed again.

He wouldn’t budge and looked really amused that she even attempted to move him. She tried to ignore how sexy he looked with those exotic eyes and those bulging muscles, from holding his weight off her. She had the urge to stroke about every inch of his amazing body that her fingers could reach.

“This is so not happening, Valiant.” Saying his name sounded strange coming from her lips but she got it out.

“You stated I’m ovulating, right? You can really smell that? For real?”

He chuckled and gave a sharp nod. “I can scent it. That’s why I’m so aroused. Do you know how hot and wet you’re going to be for me with your body in heat? Haven’t you been feeling your sexual desire rise while you’re in this state?”

She swallowed. “Nope. My fingers were a little swollen this morning but that’s about it. I wouldn’t have known that was the reason without you telling me.” She cleared her throat. “I’m not having sex with you. I don’t know you and I don’t do that with strangers.”