Free Hunting Evander by Kim Knox Page A

watching the fingers knead my breast. He met my gaze. “Not celebrating? ”
    I didn ’ t turn, didn ’ t see who stood close behind me, his heat washing over my skin, the rhythmic rock against my backside chasing fire through my veins. Hell, I wouldn ’ t be able to see him as the bar ’ s interior tech dropped shadow immediately behind me.
    A single finger circled, teasing through the tight fabric of my shorts to stroke over my pussy, a hot palm cupping my ass. I swallowed and held down a curse. Damn him. If I found offense then I would find myself booted off planet. I had to ignore him…as much as my body was warming to his clever touch.
    “ I ’ m looking for the right man. ” My words came out tight, quick, spoken to the barmen but meant for the man behind me.
    “ Another time then. ” He growled the words over my ear and I shivered. His calloused palm eased back from my breast and the other slid over my ass. He squeezed. Hard. “Hope the one you ’ re saving this for is worth it. ” He pressed a hot kiss below my ear. “I ’ ll find you if he isn ’ t. ”
    And then he was gone, his touch lost to the shadows.
    I let out a slow breath, denying the raw heat in my flesh. Bloody festival. But then these people worked hard and long in the mines weaving through the ore-rich rock. They needed to find pleasure where they could. I ran my fingers over the time-graft and an image of Van flickered and then solidified. Tall, lean, dark with smooth features and a tattoo spiraling down his left arm. His image kicked the heat up in my gut and I let my gaze roam over him. Yes, he was far too fuckable . “This one, in fact. ”
    The man squinted. “Those tattoos. He looks Tesh-dian . ”
    “ He is. ”
    Dark eyes fixed on me and he frowned. “You ’ re best finding your pleasure at the front of house. Only a fool messes with a Tesh-dian . ”
    “ Then I ’ m a fool. ”
    “ This is festival time. The goddess says I must give you what you desire, freely and without charge. ” The barman shrugged. “If you want him, he ’ s holed up in room six. ” He pointed to the right and I craned my neck to see an illuminated archway. “It ’ s through there. ”
    “ Thank you. ”
    He snorted. “Thank me if you make it out alive. ”
    I pushed myself away from the counter and dropped into the shroud of darkness. The heavy air, the thump of the music and the stroke of strangers ’ hands over my ass, my belly, cupping my mons , followed me as I pushed through the crush of writhing flesh. Lips brushed my skin, whispers, promises of how they would fuck me broke through the din and teased the shell of my ear.
    My heart pounded and I wanted to deny how hot the wild, raw surge of sex held me. Fingers tugged at my clothes and I gripped my gun tight. That I couldn ’ t afford to lose. Holding tight to my weapon made it difficult to keep my stringy top in place and it came free with a hard yank of unknown hands. Other hands swept it away into the writhing bodies thick in the darkness.
    My exposed breasts brushed up hard against a muscled back and my nipples peaked. Desire coiled tight in my belly. Yes, I ’ d left it too long. I was Ambran and I needed sex like I needed to breathe. The urge to press myself back against the strong hands cupping my ass was almost irresistible.
    The surge of bodies pressed me up against the cool wall to the right of the glowing arch. A hot mouth found my breast, fingers sliding quick and sure between my thighs. He pushed aside my shorts and a strong finger slipped through my damp folds. My head fell back against the wall and I cursed, fighting the rapid rise of hot desire. Not here. I had a mission. My mission hid in room six.
    I dropped down on my haunches, the mouth broke away from my flesh and I lost the delicious stroke of his fingers. I half-crawled beside the wall, my crouch weaving me past legs and what felt like the smooth caress of a slim tail skimming my bare spine. There were more