Free Falling Hard by Marilyn Lee Page B

clan problems and the two shifters for whose companionship he still longed for after so many years. Instead, he refocused his attention on his bounty. With just four feet separating them, she shifted along her seat and deliberately unbuttoned the long duster she wore.
    His cock stirred.
    She’d exposed mounds of smooth dark, delicious skin and a shaved pussy with soft pink lips that would grip him tight and make him pour a torrent of seed inside her. With his cock roaring to attention, he was hard pressed not to leap the rest of the way to her booth and ravish her repeatedly as only one of his kind could.
    That’s when she revealed her true nature, closing her legs and lifting a large caliber weapon from her side.
    With his own weapon strapped to his right thigh, he came to an abrupt halt. She clearly knew of his purpose for being there. And she clearly didn’t intend to accept her fate without a fight. So be it. Her surrender, once he’d overcome her resistance, would be all the sweeter for his having to conquer her.
    Still smiling and training her weapon on his chest over his heart, she parted her legs again.
    His nostrils flared as he inhaled the wonderful scent emanating from between her long, sleek thighs. Oh, hell that was one pretty pussy. But, unlike many of his uncultured brethren, he’d struggled for years to ensure his sexual hungers didn’t enslave him. Her weapon wouldn’t deter him, nor could he allow himself the pleasure of overindulging in a good, pussy-destroying fuck.
    A fuck? The blood thundered through his cock. One fuck wouldn’t be enough. Hell, one night probably wouldn’t be sufficient to quench the rampant hunger she inspired in him. In that moment, surrounded by rapacious shifters doing what they lived to do—fuck—his own sexual needs roared to life in a way he could no longer deny.
    Despite all of his training to the contrary, he would allow himself the time to fully explore the delights of this sensual courtesan. If he claimed ship trouble and took the long route back to Telmira, he could spend the next seven days buried balls deep inside all her alluring openings.
    He had a moment when he thought what a waste it would be for this sensual woman to spend the rest of her life as a slave to some rich, decadent female who would expect to satisfy her with a dildo. Damn it, no. She deserved a real cock, wielded by a skillful lover, sliding inside her every day. Only a male capable of pleasing her should sample her delights. To foul her pussy with mating toys would be criminal.
    Snap out of it, Delsin. You’ve never failed to capture and deliver a bounty. You’re not going to start with her. Despite the admonition, the thought that she deserved at least one more opportunity to explore sex with a male whose bloodline made him fully qualified to please a woman with her abilities haunted him. She deserves to have a male like you mating with her at least once, Delsin.
    Like him? What the fuck! He tore his gaze away from hers and sucked in a breath, aware that she had nearly seduced him without a single word. Get a grip, hunter. It will be a calm day on this God-forsaken planet before you allow your bounty to cost you your rightful commission.
    After giving himself a moment to regain his balance, he met her gaze again. Seeing resignation in the dark depths of her lovely eyes, he knew she was aware that he’d managed to wrestle his lust under control.
    Keeping her weapon trained on his chest, she quickly glanced from side to side before looking at him again.
    From the look on her face, he suspected she realized what he already knew, that none of the den’s patrons would offer her any assistance. That was about the only saving grace of hunting in this lawless corner of the Blue Desert where any and everything went. No one interfered—no matter what happened.
    He cast a quick, warning look around the den. None of the shifters showed any interest in assisting his bounty—as expected. What was