Free Forest Whispers by Kaitlyn O'Connor

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or relieved that he wouldn’t have to deal with a female so unlike
those he was accustomed to. She didn’t want to examine her own
feelings about it, but an unaccustomed sense of loss swept through
her. She draped an arm across her eyes, clearing her throat of a
sudden huskiness. “Yes. I’ll head back to HQ with him to turn him
over for trial.”
    “ He has killed here on Ata Prime. Rex
Pimetrius will want him tried here.”
    Lana shrugged but dropped her arm to the
bed, fixing him with a determined look. “I expect a lot of planets
will be fighting over who gets to execute him. That’s not my
problem. My job is to take him in. I hope you and I will not find
ourselves on opposing sides once we’ve caught him … because I’ve
been after him a lot longer, and I’m not about to let him slip
through my fingers now.”
    He smiled faintly. “You are so quick to
challenge.”
    She couldn’t tell whether it was a rebuke or
not, but she suspected it was. “I’ve never seen that ignoring an
issue helped me in any way.”
    “ I have no concern that you will not
see that justice is done for all. I will find a way to satisfy Rex
Pimetrius that will be satisfactory to you, as well.”
    Relief surged through her. She knew Corin
was a man of his word. She would do what she had to do, but she far
preferred to think that she could part with him on good terms.
“Good.”
    She started to rise, but Corin met her half
way, covering her mouth in a heated kiss that made desire curl in
her belly. She felt more than well enough to indulge, but guilt
pricked her, too. She had wasted enough time as it was, even though
it wasn’t something she could’ve helped. She knew they should be on
their way.
    “ We have things to do,” she murmured
when he broke the kiss and began to chart a path down her
throat.
    “ Yes, we do.”
    Amusement touched her. “I meant work.”
    She felt his lips curl against her skin.
“This is work—very hard work. It requires concentration, stamina,
self control—skills I am striving to master.”
    Lana chuckled, dropping back on the bed and
smiling up at him. “You’ve mastered them. Believe me.”
    He shook his head. “I require much more
training and practice—till morning, at least.”
    Lana’s brows rose with interest. “It’s
night?”
    Desire and suppressed laughter gleamed in
his eyes. “The sun has set.”
    “ That will require stamina,” she murmured. “All
night?”
    “ Until one emerges victorious,” he
promised, pushing her robe up her thighs and sampling the flesh he
exposed with little nibbling bites and the stroke of his
tongue.
    Lana gasped as he reached her thighs and
pushed them apart, nibbling along the keenly sensitive flesh of the
inside of one thigh. “Sounds like a challenge,” she whispered
huskily as he reached the apex of her thighs and his hot breath
trickled through the thatch of curls that covered her mound. He
studied her pussy for several moments, as if mesmerized by the
intricate folds of pink flesh. Swallowing audibly, he glanced up at
her, his eyes glazed with need. She looked down at him through half
closed eyes, waiting breathlessly to see what he would do. With
slow deliberation he opened his mouth and stroked his tongue along
the delicate flesh, parting the petals, delving past the fragile
barrier to the exquisitely sensitive flesh it protected.
    Lana jerked as she felt the heat and faint
roughness of his tongue. Her breath left her in a choked rush. Knee
weakening pleasure jolted through her, the flesh over her entire
body erupting with sudden, stinging sensation. Her mind clouded
with the drugging euphoria of passion.
    Emboldened by her reaction, he settled his
mouth over her, feasting on her flesh with the gentle suction of
his mouth, the teasing stroke of his tongue. Her fingers curled
into claws, digging into the bedding. She was torn between pleasure
that bordered on unbearable and the desire to spread her thighs
wider and give him greater