Free Sarazen's Claim, Book One by Isabel Wroth Page B

chest. “Show me more,” he commanded, a hungry chuff leaving him. She went up on her toes to get a better angle, and just when she meant to kiss him again, one of his arms tightened under her butt and hoisted her up off the ground so that they were eye to eye. It made her laugh, made her stomach dip and churn with unexpected excitement, “Why do you laugh?” He asked deeply, and she shook her head, stroking her hands down the stripe of his hair. “Because you’re strong, and you surprised me.”
     
    He looked curiously at her for a moment, touching his lips to hers in such a way that they clung together and made a sweet, sensual, wet smacking sound. “Surprised you?” He purred, and she felt him moving with her, but she was too lost in the golden glitter of his eyes to notice or care where. “Mm hm.”
    “You wished to be closer to me, I made it so.”
     
    Her face hurt from smiling, blushing so much, and as she was this close and held so securely against him, she took a moment to trace the strong bones in his face with her fingertips, learn the texture of his skin and wonder why he didn’t have rough stubble on his cheeks. Maybe Sarazens didn’t grow facial hair. She traced his eyebrows, his brow, up along either side of his Mohawk and down to his nape. “You find my features pleasing,” He said with a smug smirk, and she couldn’t help but kiss that sexy twist of his lips, “Yes. I find your features very pleasing, Tarek.”
    “Good. Then give me more of your kisses, my one.”
     
    She’d never taught anyone how to kiss before, but Tarek picked it up very quickly and soon she wasn’t the one kissing him. He was still gentle, but it felt like she was being devoured. She opened her mouth to draw him in when suddenly she was spinning and a vicious snarl rent through the air. She blinked and found herself held behind him with one thick arm and it was him making those vicious, feral noises. “Apologies, Commander.” A soft hiss followed the deep voice, and Tarek relaxed slowly. “Perhaps in the future, my one, we should share these kisses in the privacy of our quarters.” She peeked around him and smiled at him, feeling how her lips throbbed, swollen from kiss after kiss. “Certainly, Commander.” She teased, rising up on her toes to touch a kiss to his cheek, and his lips curled at the edges.
     
     
    Nine
     
    She returned for the evening meal and saw Andi, the tiny, dark haired little engineer pacing back and forth on the far end of the room while the rest of the women shot her uncertain looks of concern. Cassie got up and met her at the door, leaning in to quietly murmur into her ear, “You need to talk to Andi. The warrior who wants her, told her she wouldn’t be sleeping down here with us anymore and she freaked.” Her heart dropped to her toes, her blood surged and this sensation of responsibility crashed down on her hard enough to make her feel like she’d shrunk a few inches. “Thanks.” She managed to rasp out, and Cassie moved away with a nod. The others looked at her expectantly, and she half turned away to touch the communicator on her wrist, “Tarek?” She murmured, and almost immediately he answered, “Yes, my one?”
     
    Her stomach flopped with a heady mix of lust and relief, her skin rippling with it, “Andi needs my help, I’d like to take her to the observation deck you showed me earlier. Is that possible?”
    “Of course it is. I will be there momentarily, Ohlen-“
“Not Ohlen, not yet. He’s frightened her by telling her that she won’t be spending her nights here with the other human women. I need to speak to her first. Please.”
     
    His sigh came over the communicator, clearly expressing his frustration and his discontent, but he didn’t argue with her. Yet. “I will be there soon,”
    “Thank you,”
     
    Andi nearly leapt a foot into the air when she called her name, her face turning scarlet when she motioned her over, and came quickly. Hands shoved