Free War Games (Alien Instincts) by Cynthia Lore Page A

of that. “Would you like to experience it again?”
    “Not right now. Maybe later.” Rae said in a sarcastic tone as she dismissed him. “There’s got to be something we’re missing. Some other substance that’s affecting me.” She looked away thoughtfully while tapping her finger on her lips. The movement brought his gaze to her mouth and Markar thought back to when she had placed it on his.
    “Why did you put your lips on mine earlier?”
    Rae looked over to him in surprise. “It’s called a kiss. People do it to show affection or to create intimacy.” At that she dismissed him again and was back to thinking over her own problems. Testosterone was known to create urges in sexual desire, but that still didn’t explain the overwhelming sensations of pleasure that would move through her blood like fire at Markar’s touch. This chemical reaction he caused within her seemed to be the only alien thing about him. The rest of Markar was pretty much perfect in her eyes. Rae began to wonder if certain areas of his body she still hadn’t seen were as human as the rest of him.
    She was awoken from her thoughts when Markar asked her a question, except she had missed it because of her fantasies about his body. Turning a slight shade of red, Rae turned towards him, trying her best to be professional. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
    “I said, maybe we should try studying the chemicals during or immediately after I am aroused.” Rae narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him at that. If he were a human man, she would assume Markar was trying to manipulate the situation for his advantage. But he was not human. He couldn’t be that devious already!
    His suggestion did have some merit. It would make sense for his body to produce the drugs only when he was experiencing sexual desire. She glanced at him again, with less suspicion this time and more interest. Getting up from her chair, she moved towards his. Markar’s eyes widened in surprise, and he leaned farther away from her as he stared at her distrustfully. Rae snorted in disbelief.
    “Are you scared of me now, Markar? You’re the one who suggested this.” She placed her arms around his shoulders and looked into his eyes for his answer. She got it when his pupils began to dilate and his hands moved to grip her hips, holding her in place.
    “Now, some ground rules. We are going to kiss, but nothing more than that. When I say ‘stop’, we stop. Got it?” Rae didn’t just want to seduce Markar in order to get more accurate readouts on the chemicals; she wanted to evaluate her own reaction to him better. She was nervous that everything could get out of control fast, and this was a way to gauge how much she could trust Markar, and how little she could trust herself.
    Rae watched as he nodded his head almost absent-mindedly while his eyes scanned her body as if he could see beneath her clothes. There was only one thing that scared Rae, and that was losing control. Markar, wonderful as he might be, represented those fears for her. She, however, was used to facing her fears head on, so Rae took one final deep breath before leaning slowly towards Markar.
    Since he was so much taller than her, he angled his head downwards so she could reach his mouth easier. Rae placed her lips on his slowly, afraid that at any moment she would feel the debilitating drug rush through her system. When nothing happened to her, she delicately poked her tongue out to brush it against his lips. Rae still felt nothing, and began to feel a little more confident. Pushing her tongue forward into Markar’s mouth, she felt his sudden exhale from surprise at her actions. He relaxed his lips to allow her to enter, and when she came in contact with his saliva Rae could feel a tingling sensation begin on the tip of her tongue. She began to pull away from Markar in shock, but he tightened his arms around her and Rae fell forward onto his mouth.
    This time Markar’s tongue leapt out and speared between