Not Quite Terran Part 1 (Scifi Alien Romance Serial) Read Online Free PDF Page A

something because then he was back. This kiss was firmer, harder and deeper, and much more passionate. It was a brush, press, a stroke, and then he lapped at the seam of her lips with his tongue.
    She opened to him and granted him entrance. He delved into her, tasting her while she absorbed his flavors and she was overwhelmed by what she found. Heat. So much heat and smoke and something seductive and sweet that she couldn’t name but was so very familiar. The parts of her that ached for him felt as if they were lit aflame, burning and aching to be touched, stroked, and kissed.
    She jerked against his hold, but his grip remained firm as he kept her immobile with hands and body, and that captivity aroused her further. As if his actions hearkened back to a time in history, a time when women enjoyed that type of domination and… Protection?
    It didn’t matter. She wanted him. For the first time in her life, she wondered what it would be like to take a strong and fierce male inside her. Wondered…
    An unfamiliar rhythmic beat cut through the sound of their heavy breathing and Karru went stiff above her. He snarled a rumbling curse though she wasn’t sure how she knew it was a sound of frustration and anger. He rolled from the bed and dug into his pants, yanking a comm free with difficulty. It wasn’t until she glanced at the juncture of his thighs that she understood exactly why he was having a problem. He was hard and thick beneath the fabric and had to be uncomfortable.
    An offer to relieve him lingered on the tip of her tongue, but when he began speaking with those snarls, growls, and grunts of his native language, she understood how stupid that would be. She didn’t know him, didn’t know his people, and after this wentic she’d never see him again. Something in her blood screamed an objection, but there was no getting around the truth.
    Non-federation. Unsanctioned. Palia. He was leaving—or would be leaving—and she’d never see him again.
    As he continued his deep and mumbled conversation, she slipped from the bed and darted around him. A quick dig in her storage drawer netted her a uniform, and she dashed into the cleansing chamber. She would feel better after a quick sonic wash and dressed in a new set of clothes.
    Just as the door slid closed, one word was clear. Secavi.
    She should have known. The Secavi. The twitchy Knara. They had obviously been tasked with sneaking Karru aboard
    If anyone thought the Knara had been thwarted, they were obviously wrong. The evidence stood in her bedroom, and his taste still tingled on her lips.
    The sonic wash was quick, dressing even quicker, but when the bathing room door slid aside and granted her entrance to the dressing room, she knew without looking she was alone.
    She didn’t dash through her quarters searching for him or call out to him. He’d taken what he wanted from her and departed. She wasn’t sure why that hurt or why something in her screamed that she should chase him, but it did.
    Rebecca went through the rest of her morning preparations: making the bed, downing one of her reprations, and straightening the living room. She left the chair beside her bed, her soul telling her to leave it as it was. It screamed something else, it commanded she curl against the soft surface and bury her nose in the cushions. She breathed deeply and drew the musky scent into her lungs, and it soothed some of the panic attacking her.
    Then it was her comm’s turn to beep, but the caller didn’t wait to be answered and Poxu’s grating voice filled the air. “Intake Officer Varda report to my office immediately.”
    The clock showed she still had a quarter of a zentic before her shift started, but Poxu obviously didn’t care about schedules.
    Rebecca was quick to stuff the repration in her mouth and hotfooted it toward the stationmaster’s office. With each step, her unease grew and fear slowly blossomed inside her. Someone had seen them enter or seen him leave or