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but he didn’t tighten his loose hold or try to hurt her. She couldn’t move but he was as trapped as she was. His entire body seemed to vibrate with leashed violence.
    It was alluring. Intoxicating.
    She wanted that power at her mercy.
    They stayed that way, as if in a stalemate, as they explored one another’s tastes. She’d never kissed anyone for so long. It made her dizzy. She floated there, in the sensation of being relished. That someone took the time to worship her mouth and nothing else. His patience amazed her but no more so that the amazement that his patience fed hers. Her core vibrated with a pleasant sensation and spread. Slowly. The heat tingled as it gently rolled from her core to her breasts and to her thighs. Even her hands were hot and achy.
    Warrant pulled back. The purple depth of his gaze glistened like an inner passion burned inside him. His lids were half-closed, as if the lust weighed on him. His lips—a darker gray than his skin—were broad and full. Kissable. But now they were swollen. His voice was deeper than a human’s and rough. “Your taste is addicting.”
    “Addicting,” she croaked. Her body jerked and she felt a pang in her middle. Her lust disappeared and she shook her head. “Let me up.”
    Warrant rolled to the side and came to a crouch. “What is it?”
    She brought her aching arms down and shoved her dress past her crotch. Warrant’s brow winged up and he watched with avid interest, but when she didn’t reply, he didn’t ask again.
    “You’re not one of Johnson’s women. Are you the fugitive they’re after?”
    “How would I know what fugitive they look for? Who is ‘they’?” With as much dignity as possible she climbed to her feet and straightened her dress. Addicting, he’s said. Addiction. That’s what her memories fed, an expensive addiction to the designer drug, freeker. That was as sick and twisted as any murders they took offense at her committing. She sniffed and brushed at a wrinkle in the fabric at her thigh.
    “Coy is a delectable look on you. Even if I don’t believe a word out of your tasty mouth.” Warrant shook his head but his expression remained pleasant. The fellow sure was tall. She bent her head back even further as he loomed over her and continued.
    “We cannot be boarded by the authorities. Our entire family depends on us. That family is large. Over thirty of all together, the Scoriah, a mother and father, and a somewhat sister and her mate. You are only one.”
    “I am,” she started but stalled, trying to remember her own family.
    His purple eyes flashed. “My brothers are quite right in their decision to give you up. Humans aboard this ship would endanger us. They’re fine with shoving you out an airlock, but I’m a bit more patient. I’m willing to pursue other options than spacing you. Besides, if we do that, they’re still likely to board our ship and question our motives.”
    “Good.” She gave one regal nod.
    “However,” he drawled. “If we propose restraining you.” In a quick move she couldn’t follow and was too animal to be human, he wrapped his arms around her—trapping her against his body. “Then we can allow them to dock just long enough to remove you. No search necessary.”
    “You’re not giving me back to them.”
    “Ah, so you are the fugitive.”
    She slammed her mouth shut.
    “I really have no choice.” He ran a claw down the side of her face. Instead of hurting her, it was a caress. “Now. Let me see your wounds.”
    The reminder made her sides burn so badly she gasped. Then she stilled. A wisp of a plan calmed her and she managed a thick, pain-laden voice and conjured up some tears. “Yes. It hurts.”
    “I shall tend to it.” Warrant dipped, swung his arm behind her knees then lifted her against him.
    “Oomph,” she exhaled against his chest.
    “Relax,” he coaxed and with his hand—claws retracted—he shoved her face against his hard pectoral. Then he stalked out of the room