Terran (Breeder) by Cara Bristol Read Free Book Online Page B

changed his mind and reprogrammed the genscan to deny her access.
    The feleen had guts. Few females would have attempted so bold a move. She was so small, so defenseless, yet she stomped around like she ruled the world. She inspired his admiration—and his lust. His uniform shirt hung like a sack on her slight body, grazing her knees, and she’d rolled the left sleeve to clear her wrist. The rapidness of her breathing called attention to her mammary glands, but he would have noticed them anyway. Designed to bare the right side of the torso to reveal chest insignia, the shirt drooped to her waist. He’d seen many breasts, but hers fascinated him: the right one, exposed by the voluminous uniform, and the left one covered and all the more enticing because of it. His loins throbbed as he pictured her pink nipple pierced by his insignia, marked as his breeder. If he claimed her, she would be off-limits to all males except for those with whom he chose to share her.
    Which would be no one. He would never share her. Not even with Urazi.
    Pointless imaginings. She would never be his breeder, because she was Terran. The treaty probably did not allow her to be claimed, and for sure, Protocol forbade it. He doubted offspring could even result from such a mating, and if one did, his half-breed son would be shunned, his status even lower than a female’s. Marlix would lose his command for producing an abomination.
    He should not want her, this female of a race he despised. But his guts twisted with virulent need. The longer she remained in his domicile, the greater it waxed. From his tumescence to his jaw, he ached.
    Yes, he should have allowed Tara to escape. Once again, his impulse had countermanded his good sense. He wished he could have heeded Urazi’s advice to assuage the fever by using the Parseon female, but upon the sight of her, the prospect had deflated him. Then he’d spotted Tara on the monitor, and lust burned even hotter than before.
    He was pondering his next move when she pushed off the wall and sidled up to him, her hips swaying like a reed in the wind. Her gentle scent teased his nostrils, and he inhaled. Then flinched when she touched his chest. Her gaze shuttered as she seared a line with her finger from below his collarbone across his pec to his nipple. She tugged on his insignia, and the yank traveled clear down to his groin. As hard as stone, his manhood strained against his uniform.
    “What are you doing?” He glowered at her in his way that caused alpha warriors to quake.
    “Being…friendly.” She gave another yank on his insignia and then traced the diagonal edge of his dark gray uniform shirt.
    He grabbed her hand. Engulfed it. Her bones, so fine and delicate, her skin so smooth and soft, made his appear bulky, rough. As Alpha, he dwarfed other males of his species in more ways than one, but he’d never considered the full import of his size until now. Yet another reason why he could not use Tara. He would injure her.
    “We are not friends,” he grated but continued to imprison her hand.
    Her eyelids lowered, and she peered at him from beneath her lashes. With her free hand, she crooked her finger. Marlix bent his head. She brought her lips to his ear. Her breath tickled. A shudder rippled through him.
    “We could be,” she whispered, and then licked his lobe.
    Marlix reared back and flung her hand away from him. Lust pounded like a warrior’s drum. Except he was a fallen soldier. He retreated, put a step between them, but she followed and grabbed a handful of his shirt in her fist.
    “Going somewhere?” She smiled.
    “You mock me,” he said.
    She shook her head. “I would never do that. You are Alpha.” She released his shirt but then slid her hand up his chest to cup his neck. His pulse skyrocketed.
    Did she not understand the ramifications of her offer? No female initiated contact. They would not have dared, even if they had wanted to. Marlix grabbed her buttocks and hauled her against