Lunar Exposure (On the Hunt) (5 page)

Unable to resist any longer, he lowered his head to her slit, determined to get the taste of her on his tongue. First her clit, stroking at the hard bud of flesh as his fingers worked her core. She gasped and her legs eased farther apart as if she couldn’t get enough. The scent of lust was all around him, filling his blood with molten heat and making his skin crave for her touch, but she kept her hands to herself.

He pulled his fingers free of her core and lapped the creamy fluid slicking her slit and making her smell of pure desire. His thoughts seemed to short-circuit so all he could think about was fucking Haliday and coming deep inside her. He thrust his tongue into her core and her hips bucked, so he held them down. He wanted to feast on her pretty cunt before filling her with his cock.

With the spines on his back fully erect and his balls tight and heavy, he knew he was past the point of stopping. If she wanted to leave, he’d be jerking off to release the tension. Her hands scrunched the bed sheets as she moaned, a tiny noise that seemed to be stuck in her throat as if she was scared someone might hear. The sound of her moans sent a shiver through his blood. Even though he knew it was just their pheromones mixing and he could fight it if he wanted, he saw no reason to ignore the heat and lust now riding him hard.

It had been too long since he’d given in to desire with anyone. Longer since he’d been with his own species. His cock ached for some attention, but he held back. She would come first. He wanted her to remember him long after she left the Moon.

He ran his tongue over the lips of her slit and closed his mouth over her clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh and gently sucking. She was all slick and salty and tasted better than anything he could remember. As he pressed two fingers into her core, she came. Her muscles tightening around him before releasing. A new wave of pheromones washed over him and heat spread from his balls to the tip of his cock. He needed to come.

Callen released her hips and stood, wiping his mouth on the back of one hand and tearing his pants off with the other. His shaft sprang free, heavy and aching. She opened her eyes and stared at him, her breathing short and hard. For a
milli-tric
, he thought she was going to say thanks and be off.

Then her gaze lowered to his jutting cock. Her tongue traced her lower lip. “Well, the women on
Lekithia
don’t know what they’re missing.” Her words were breathy.

He laughed. “Be sure to tell them.”

He put his knee on the edge of the bed and she moved back to give him room, her dress pulling tight across her peaked nipples. He stalked her up the bed on his knees before caging her body with his. She gasped and looked up at him as if she was unused to being chased. Before she could speak, he covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, their tongues sweeping softly against each other.

He placed his knees between hers, spreading her legs and then lowering his hips. His cock pressed against her mound, rubbing against her slit. It was a subtle torture when all he wanted to do was thrust into her core. With her dress in the way, he couldn’t even feel the wet heat of her slit on his shaft.

She moaned into his mouth. Her hips lifted to meet his, offering herself to him. He reached between them and pulled aside the pieces of dress covering her slit, taking the opportunity to slide his fingers over her clit one more time and feel her shudder beneath him. Then he positioned the head of his cock at her wet entrance. He shuddered as a shimmer of heat raced through his blood, it was all he could do not to sink straight into her core and lose himself in lust. As it was, he eased forward slightly, feeling her slick, hot slit envelop the head of his cock.

He drew back and summoned some self-control, but immediately he craved to sink fully into her. His shaft slid against the slick lips of her slit, tormenting himself some more. She wiggled as she tried to find satisfaction. He eased in a fraction, watching her face and listening to her gasp. He pulled back before he could thrust fully into her waiting core.

Haliday bit her lip, her back arching as if she wanted more than what he was giving her. She ran her fingers down his sides, then up his back, close to where his spines poked through the skin, the base of each one full of nerve endings. He rolled his hips so the head of his cock was bathed in her wet heat. This time when she tilted her hips, he couldn’t resist any longer.

Slowly he thrust into her tight sheath. She felt so good. He withdrew a fraction and pressed deeper until his cock was fully buried in her core. For a moment he didn’t move, just enjoyed the sensation that ran through his skin, plucked at his nerves and made his balls ache with the need to fuck and come.

But waiting wasn’t what she wanted. Her hands gripped his hips and her nails dug into his butt as if she could force him to start thrusting. He reared back and grabbed her hips, dragging them up so her ass rested on his thighs.

Her mouth opened as she watched him fuck her. Her slit spread wide before him, full of his cock. He used his grip on her hips to deepen the thrust, his cock slick and glistening with her fluid. So wet and tight. Her breathing became shallow pants and her gaze was fixed on where their bodies joined. He made long slow thrusts, determined to make the most of this moment. He watched as she took him deep, then as he withdrew almost fully.

Tension tightened every nerve. The scent of her lust was all over his skin and seeping into his blood. He brushed his thumb over her clit, needing to feel her climax roll through her and squeeze his cock hard as he came. He gave up all pretense of holding back and fucked her hard.

“Come for me.” He thrust faster and deeper, determined to push her over the edge before following—he wanted Haliday Fisher to remember him the next time she took a businessman to bed.

He smelled her climax a
milli-tric
before it rippled through her body. He thrust again, deep and hard as his cock thickened and his balls released his cum. He shuddered as her core clenched, milking him dry.

For a moment they lay still, locked together and breathing hard. He
really
needed to get home more often, or at least closer to home. Then the pheromones that had driven him to fuck left him. The urge to close his eyes was almost overwhelming. That was the other reason to take blockers. Pheromones really screwed the men over. He withdrew from her body even though all he wanted to do was stay there and close his eyes for a few
milli-tric
s. Falling asleep on top wasn’t the done thing.

He lay on his side and pulled her close. He wouldn’t be out for long and when he woke up he wanted her there—no doubt she was fighting the aftereffects too. She snuggled against him and he let himself relax. Not that he had much choice.

Haliday forced herself to stay awake. The men had it worse, but with Callen’s body curled behind her and his arm over her, it was tempting to close her eyes and rest. Her body ached in all the right places—she wasn’t sure she could walk out of his room. She wasn’t sure she wanted to. Damn, she always met the nicest guys at the wrong time and for all the wrong reasons.

Callen was a bounty hunter, and while he said he was here for a bit of fun, if he realized who the
Dooraump
was, she’d have to fight him for the chits. She made herself list the names of all the criminals she’d turned over to the APM for judgment to stay awake. After twenty, she was sure Callen was asleep. She eased away slightly and held her breath.

Nothing.

So she eased out from under his arm and straightened up her dress. She’d never be able to wear it again without thinking of him. Her gaze drifted to his sleeping form. He lay still in the temporary stupor that blockers would have prevented. His arms were curved with muscle, his chest and stomach more hard slabs that begged to be licked. She bit her lip. He was a fine piece of
Phrial
male.

And one who would no doubt turn her into Yem if he had even the faintest idea who she was and who she had once belonged to, just for the chits. Callen was dangerous to her, and not just because he made her pheromones wake up with a heady rush that no
Phrial
male had ever done—she’d felt smaller rushes of attraction, but she’d always ignored them. Maybe there was something in that old theory about picking a partner by pheromone.

Even if it was the tiniest bit true, there’d be someone else who’d made her body hot and quivery with just a glance.

She needed to make sure he stayed here while she got Noga.

A quick glance around the room gave her two options, rummage through his luggage or use his clothing. She looked at his luggage, but it was sealed with a print recognition device and she had no idea which finger he used. He’d used all of them on her. Her belly tightened and she stifled a yawn that suggested she should be in bed with him. His pants it was.

With a few well-placed knots, she bound his hands to the ring on the bed head made for tying people down. She shuddered and almost relented, knowing how much she hated being bound.

No. Callen was bad news. Hopefully by the time he got free, Noga would be hers. She opened the door, cringing at the almost silent whisper. He didn’t stir.

“I’m sorry,” she mouthed, and then she left, making sure the door closed behind her.

In the elevator, she swiped her card, then tucked it back inside her dress. The cards only allowed visitors access to their floor or the entertainment levels. It was a measure of security, one she was sure Noga had bypassed. She went to her room, had a very quick shower to remove the scent of sex and changed clothes. A long green dress with splits to her hips. This time she wore underwear, since she knew sex wouldn’t work with Noga. Even though his friend Benth was interested, she wasn’t. Not now, not when all she could think of was Callen.

Then she redid her makeup in swirls of green. Before she left, she pressed a small flower sticker to each thumbnail. Biodegradable trackers, and untraceable by security, they were also very costly, so she used them only when necessary. Pressing them to her nails activated them. They were good for twenty
trics
. She was on the clock.

She glanced at the time. The docking port would open for outward-bound passengers in ten
trics
. She needed to get moving. She still needed a plan to get Noga alone.

* * * * *

Callen went to roll over. His body was relaxed and the scent of sex still hung in the air like a tempting perfume. His hands jerked and his eyes opened. All traces of relaxation vanished.

“The bitch.” He jerked on the bindings and quickly realized she’d tied him to the bed with his pants. “That is the last time…I knew there was something off about…” He swore in a few of the other languages he knew as he maneuvered around to work himself free of the knots.

As he studied them, it took only
milli-trics
to see she knew what she doing. These were the knots of a professional. A professional what?

His skin went cold and the spines on his back lifted as adrenaline flooded his system. He glanced around the room, but she was long gone, yet his things seemed untouched. Even the room swipe card was on the bedside table.

With his teeth, he loosened one knot and was able to work his hand free. Did she realize that what she’d done violated the rules of the Moon and he could have her thrown off? Not that he was going to. No, he was going to hunt her down and find out what she was up to.

And who she was working with.

A stab of panic gripped his stomach and twisted.

He remembered the look on her face when he’d admitted to being a bounty hunter and gave himself a mental kick. He should’ve lied. But if she was working with Noga, she’d have found out what he really did anyway. He got his other hand free and shook them out. Aside from a few light abrasions, he was fine.

He looked at his pants and the bed and his stuff. She could’ve cleaned him out, tied him up better, had Noga come in and kill him already. She hadn’t. Something was off. Like a rotten corpse in a
Lekithian
bog, he could smell it, but he couldn’t see it. Yet. But he wasn’t going to step in it. Haliday had fooled him once, but not again.

With annoyance still scratching his nerves, he dressed in civvies and pulled out his
plex
. He checked his messages, then started doing a quick, but methodical search on Haliday Fisher. He wanted to know everything, from where she was born to her tax ID.

A preliminary search gave him that, everything was as it should be. Most people would give up and move on. Not him. The woman he’d just slept with had avoided passing out from the pheromone haze—which took effort—and had tied him up as though she was an expert. So he dug deeper.

That was when the adrenaline turned cold and punched him in the gut.

Five years ago, Haliday Fisher hadn’t existed.

He swallowed and did a few other searches that he could do legally because he was registered. He didn’t like what he found, or more precisely, what he didn’t find. Haliday Fisher was a construct, a well-done construct that most people would never look deeply into simply because they were dazzled by the lights around her, but she could be anyone.

“Fuck.” He’d thought with his dick and was now balls deep in a mess he couldn’t see a way out of. He ran a hand over his face.