Free War Games (Alien Instincts) by Cynthia Lore

deeper. Leaning down towards her, he moved the collar of her shirt over. Rae couldn’t seem to urge her body to react. It felt like she was waiting to see whether he would decide to devour her or not. She could feel the heat from his breath as he held his head over her neck, possibly waiting for some kind of a response from her, but Rae’s mind had frozen with the rest of her body.
    When his tongue finally touched her skin it was exquisitely gentle. Rae didn’t feel anything strange at the contact, and he began to move upwards over her collarbone towards her racing pulse. As soon as he reached the vein, fire exploded outwards from where he had caressed her. She groaned as her knees gave out at the sudden rush. Markar caught her and supported her weight against the wall.
    Her whispered plea was barely audible, but Markar’s acute hearing apparently caught it. He blinked as if waking from his own spell and leaned away from her. “Did you say ‘stop’?”
    Rae breathed heavily as she tried to remember what the hell had just come out of her mouth. “Yeah, I think I did.” she said on a sigh. To her surprise, Markar stepped away from her. The abrupt loss of his warmth seeped from her bones, and suddenly the cold wall didn’t feel all that welcoming.
    Markar’s eyes cleared of any kind of passion and he gave her a joyless smile. “I told you I learned my lesson.”
    Rae looked at him in confusion for a moment before his words finally sank in. “I suppose you did.” Biting her lip, she realized the drug was still working its way through her body. Without the actual contact of his mouth on her skin, the effect wasn’t nearly as bad, and she could think coherently once again. “Maybe, now… we should see how you react to me.” Did those words really come out of her own mouth? Rae lifted her head to look up at Markar. He was staring at her with a perplexed expression on his face. Pushing herself off of the wall, she began to move towards him.
    He watched as Rae placed one hand on his chest. She looked up at him, as if asking permission to continue. Markar placed his large hand over hers to hold her to him. Rae skimmed her other hand over his muscular arm, and in the wake of her caress was left only pleasure. It was unlike any physical contact he had felt before, and he began to crave more.
    She rose up on her toes and gazed up through her lashes at Markar. He leaned towards her, mesmerized by her actions. When her mouth touched his, he was completely shocked at the contact. Her soft lips formed over his and Markar swallowed hard at the exquisite touch. She moved downward to his jaw and placed nibbling bites on the column of his neck. Lifting her head back up she looked in his eyes and smiled. “Now let’s go get those chemicals in your saliva analyzed.”
    He embraced her in a crushing grip and groaned in frustration into her hair. “You are killing me, Rae.”
    She flung her head back and laughed at that. “Welcome to the world of women, Markar!” He smiled at her joke. At least he hoped it was a joke. He frowned. Maybe it was not a joke.

    A Scientific Study
    Hours later, Rae was still not satisfied with the readouts on the chemicals. “Only testosterone? That can’t be right.” Throwing the papers down on a table in the med room, Rae slumped into a chair, crossed her arms, and proceeded to sulk.
    “Human males do not produce in you the same reaction?” Markar asked in curiosity.
    Rae glanced at him, still in a bad temper. “No.”
    Markar paused, afraid the answer to his question wouldn’t be the one he wanted. “Is it really so bad, what I make you feel?”
    She glanced at him again, but this time his question deflated her anger somewhat. “No.”
    That was indeed the answer he was hoping to get, but she did not sound happy to give it. “It is pleasurable then?”
    Rae rolled her eyes at him and sighed. “Yes.”
            Markar looked to the side as he thought about the implications