The Alpha Prime Commander by Kelly Lucille Read Free Book Online

easily.  “As I
am also not a fan of wasted time, I will get right to the point.  I would like
to ask for a special dispensation for my Pletar to remain on station while the
auction is occurring.  I am aware that this goes against the agreements you
laid down in your invitation, but a Prime cannot be separated from his Pletar.”
    He felt the interest in
the room sharpen and found those black eyes trained on him with an icy avarice
Cordan did not understand.  Nor did he like it, as every Prime instinct in his
body sat up and took notice.  Whatever the Tarelian saw he started talking
fast.  “His eminence was not aware that the lady staying with you was your
Pletar.  A fated wife is a rare thing to find, of course she may stay.  I will
inform Captain Ambar of this personally.”  Cordan did not even begin to relax
as the little man licked his bulbous lips.  “His only caveat is that your lady
wife attend the auction so that he may have the pleasure of making the
acquaintance of so rare, and no doubt, worthy a being as the lady in question.”
    Lo ground his teeth but
nodded brusquely despite his reserve.  He would rather have Lena with him
anyway, but that didn’t mean he liked the sudden interest in his “rare” Pletar
from a man known to collect all things unique.  If The Collector had any
inkling of exactly what she was capable of, Lo would immediately and happily
rip the head from his shoulders.  Otherwise, his Lena would never be safe, and
that was unacceptable.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Lena looked at the man
who should have already learned he could not hold her if she wished to leave. 
His eyes dared her to try it anyway.  She smiled at him, flashing an elusive
dimple, and uncrossed her legs to jump down from the desk.  He used that speed
of his again and stood up, thereby standing between her spread legs and suddenly
pressing them chest to chest.  Lena sucked in a breath at the unexpected move. 
What she could do was a form of misting from place to place, at least that was
how she thought of it, but without invoking that alien part of her; she was
fast, but she was not as fast as Captain Jackson Ambar, and that was saying
something.
    She studied him as he
studied her from a kiss away with brown eyes that smoldered with sexual heat. 
Her breath was coming hard against his lips, her nipples were hard pebbles
against their pressed leathers, and there was not a damn thing she could do
about it.  He wanted his answers?  He needed to get on with it before she did
something really stupid, like fall into that heat and burn them both to ash.
    “Were you going to ask me
something?” she asked, moistening dry lips.  “Whatever you may think, you do
not want Cordan coming here.  Not with his blood up.  So ask your questions and
I will ask mine, and then I’ll leave.”
    “To go back to him.” 
Lena saw the firming of his lips, and the way his jaw tensed as he ground his
teeth together.  His eyes icing over briefly before the fire burned hotter.
    “Yes,” she answered
carefully, though it wasn’t really a question.  She tilted her head back to
give herself some space that she didn’t really want.  His eyes burned
everywhere they touched, and they touched everywhere.  She sucked in a calming
breath, and all she got for her troubles was the scent of leather and man, but
mostly heat.  She felt every cell in her body wake up and take notice, so she
could be excused for the breathy sound of need in her voice.  “Your questions?”
    The silence was long and
drawn out, his eyes moving over her inch by inch, seemingly memorizing every
wisp of hair that escaped her braid, every eye lash that fluttered. Every flicker
of heat in her cheeks.
    “Fuck it,” he finally
ground out. “I can’t think of a fucking thing.”  Then his lips were on hers, or
hers were on his, his hands clutching her close, her hands running over all the
hardness pressed against her.  Either way, she was suddenly crushed back