Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

KObrIK

K enzie is fire, hekka drops, and temptation, through and through. The need to be inside her magnifies without warning. Pure animal lust courses through me, and I'm not sure how long I can control myself, especially as I snap my mag-cuffs on her. Once she put that image in my head, I couldn't get it out.

When the magcuff locks around her wrists, her eyes widen in shock. And fear.

Immediately, I unlock the cuffs with my fingerprint. "I don't abuse my prisoners."

"Prisoner?" she asks, rubbing her wrists. "I'm a prisoner?"

Drekk, this is going all wrong. I only meant to show her I am willing to give her whatever she needs. I scrub my face, seeking the words.

"You asked earlier what I would do to a female prisoner. I've never had one. But I think I'd ask her questions first, to understand her weaknesses and strengths, then use them against her. Know this, Kenzie. I'd certainly never harm an innocent. Or a pleasure mate. The cuffs. You showed an interest in them."

A smile returns to her lovely face. "I get it. You were being playful."

"Playful? Yes, this word fits. I would like to play with you, Kenzie."

"I guess English isn't your first language, but we're on the same page."

We are on cement. In the middle of a street. I reach out with my palm open, waiting for her to come to me.

She reaches toward me, trusting in me. I massage the delicate skin on her wrists, being extra careful not to hurt her.

"I wasn't expecting you to cuff me. I thought they were for show, as part of your costume. I guess you really are law enforcement."

"A warrior."

"Of course," she agrees with an amused smile.

She still doesn't believe I'm zyanthan.

"It was my fault for leading you on. I hoped I could entice you to go to the party with me, even if only for a few minutes before you left for work."

For as much as I'd like to stay here and continue talking with her, touching her, I must resume my search.

"I will escort you there now." As we walk, she slides her hand into mine. "Thank you," I say.

"For what?"

"Forgiving me."

She stops in front of a building with a lot of noise inside, people wearing masks rushing up and down the steps with drinks in their hands. "I like that you don't give up, Kobrik. I have this nasty habit of second-guessing myself when it comes to men. Most make me nervous. But not you."

"You are stronger than you think, Kenzie. You did not panic when I tackled you or when I cuffed you, even though you misunderstood my intent. Most would not stay calm in a similar situation."

"I work in the E/R of a hospital so I'm used to highly stressful situations. But getting to know a guy, well, I'm not the most trusting. It's why I don't date much. You were probably one of those kids who took a lot of chances. The type that spied on the grud, maybe even taunted them into chasing you to draw them away so your buddies could raid whatever they guarded."

"I spent my days training with knives, learning hand-to-hand combat, and building my stamina. I would never taunt an enemy, but I did not grow up in an occupied territory either. Under similar circumstances, I might have done as you described." I scrunch my brows. "You said you only saw a grud once. How is this possible?"

"My parents kept me locked inside our house. For years I thought it was because I was too ugly and that they were ashamed of me. My brother got to go outside to play with friends and go to school. He was a handsome kid, witty, coordinated. I was round, clumsy, and socially awkward. Still am. Even working in the E/R, where I meet tons of people, I don't really fit in."

I push several loose hairs behind her ear. "You do not see yourself with clear vision. You are beautiful, smart, and personable."

Her eyebrows raise. "Maybe—" Then she looks away and says, "No, never mind."

Lightly, I touch her cheek and she turns to me. I see hope in her face. Or maybe that's my own reflected in her eyes.

There is nothing she could ask me that I would not answer, except the details of my mission. I will not endanger her.

"You wish to meet, after the party?" I guess.

She nods, rather demurely. "I want to get to know you better, but… Oh, this is awkward. I hope I'm not being too forward." She turns her head.

I grip her chin until her eyes meet mine. "You will not look away from me in shame or fear. I wish to know you better, too, Kenzie of Earth."

Her face lights up and her lips part, but it's that smile I've already fallen for that grabs hold of me and doesn't let go.

"I feel like I already know you," she whispers. "Deep down. God, that sounds crazy, doesn't it?"

My heart soars at hearing her words, and how freely she speaks them. Instead of walking away, I let my thumb stroke her cheek. Leaving her is proving drekking hard.

My people have a saying. "To ignore what we feel is to deny who we are."

The light must be playing with my vision because I'm sure her eyes sparkle.

"It's a date, then?" She replied, bouncing on her feet. "Maybe you can pick me up at the end of the party?"

I scoop her into my arms again.

She laughs, a melodic sound that vibrates through me. I cannot get involved with anyone, not even a female as captivating as Kenzie, until I find that grud.

She slaps her palm against my pecs. "I meant later tonight."

"Or I can hold you in my arms, now, for the rest of the night."

"You might get fired."

I growl. The drekking grud is coming between me and this female.

"Go, Kobrik. Finish your work, then find me. We'll have our own fun together. Just the two of us."

My heart and cock swell with what she suggests. Reluctantly, I set her back on her feet.

"Give me your palm," she says, stealing glances at me from beneath thick lashes.

I'm not sure what she intends, but I hold my hand out to her. She runs the pads of her fingers across my palm, making my pleasure cock push against my trou so drekking hard, I fear it will burst through the fabric.

"Do you know what you're doing to me, female?"

"Did I hurt you?" Two skilled yet gentle hands examine my palm. "I see old scars, but nothing recent. What hurts?"

My pleasure cock which desperately needs a release. "Nothing. You are a medic with a gentle touch."

"A nurse, actually, but thanks." Her body relaxes. Unlike mine. My horns have twisted at the tops, my pleasure cock is beyond hard, and my fingers itch with this constant need to touch her.

Once, twice, her green eyes lift, watching me as she writes on my palm with a pen she withdrew from her bag. "My address," she explains before capping the pen and slipping it back in her bag. "In case you finish work too late to escort me home from the party. I want you to be able to find me."

"I would find you even if I had to tear this city apart . But I will return in three hours to escort you home. I do not want you traveling this city alone at night."

Kenzie presses her lips against mine. So soft. And very addictive.

My mating cock rises, a sensation I've never experienced, so at first I don't recognize what's happening. I fool myself into thinking it's my pleasure cock, but that has been hard for several minutes. I want to run my hand over my mating cock, to verify that it is indeed hard.

Instead, I press my body against Kenzie.

She steps back and beneath the green paint, her cheeks flush. I wonder if blood has rushed to her lower region as it has with me. I'm dying to touch her, all of her, to let my hands wander and explore this sexy female.

Focus, Kobrik. Capture the grud quickly, then take your time with the lovely female.

My horns pitch forward at the thought of walking away from Kenzie and leaving her unprotected, but I must. Her planet's safety— her safety, ultimately—depends on capturing this grud and learning all he knows.

"I think your horns are coming loose," she says, quite adorably as she wraps her hand around my right horn and rotates as if tightening a screw. Endorphins shoot through me. The way she's gripping my horn, she might as well have her hand on my cocks.

I swallow a moan and struggle to keep my horns from moving, because then she'd stop touching me. Her hand slides higher, right over the pleasure center, where she repeats the twisting motion.

My eyes roll back in my head. She'll be the death of me. But what a drekking glorious way to die.

"Huh. Your horns aren't loose. I swear I saw them move."

I can still remember the sweet honey taste of her lips against mine. And now she holds my horns in her sensuous hand, awakening every part of me.

Thoughts of throwing her over my shoulder and finding a safe place to thoroughly ravage and make her mine consume me. But she still believes I'm human . And I don't have the time to stand here trying to convince her I'm not.