It wasn’t until her body eased and the sleep and desire fogging her mind had cleared that Shay realized whose name she’d said.
Drakkal.
It had been him she’d imagined touching her, him she’d envisioned, and it had beenhimwho’d had sent her over the edge. It had likely been his scent that worked her body to such ravenousness as she’d slept—and it was his damned jacket clutched in her fist, currently pressed against her face.
Thrusting the jacket away, Shay yanked her hand out from between her thighs and groaned as she lay back on her pallet, staring up into the darkness. Her skin tingled, her legs trembled, and her face was warm in the aftermath of her orgasm. Despite her frustration and embarrassment, she felt…good. Relaxed.
But no less needy.
If anything, she wantedmore, and she didn’t think her hand was going to cut it no matter how many times she brought herself to climax.
“Fuck.”
Yes, please. A nice fucking would do. A rough, hard pounding with soft fur brushing against my ass and the backs of my thighs as clawed hands?—
“Damn it!” She struggled into a sitting position and rubbed her eyes with her clean hand. “It’s just…pregnancy hormones. That’s all. It’s making me all sorts of crazy, and now I’m fantasizing about some alien werecat with a nice big co—ah come on! Lights on.”
As the lights flickered on, she got to her feet and gathered her damp sheets, muttering, “Losing my goddamned mind.”
So much for the alleged stress-relieving effects of orgasms.
She carried her bedding into the bathroom, shoved it into the auto-washer, and started it. When she turned, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her hair was mussed, her cheeks were flushed, and her blue eyes shone. All she was missing were kiss-swollen lips and she’d look like she’d been properly fucked.
If only.
“Ugh.”
She closed her eyes and sighed. “That’s enough. No more thoughts about sex.” Opening her eyes, she looked down at her holocom and pressed the button on the side. It was two hours before her alarm. “Fuuuuuck. It’s going to be a long day.”
Her gaze dropped to her bedding. “Might as well get started.”
She’d take a shower, eat breakfast—without having to hurry—and, when the time came, go find out if she still had a job.
She had to think about the azhera’soffer, after all,nothis large, powerful body, his big, strong, hands, his green, heated stare, and his long, thick cock jutting from between?—
“Damn it!”
Fortunately—orrather,unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it—Shay was still employed.
Pain radiated through her jaw, which she’d clenched in her effort to keep her mouth shut. She stood still, chin up, eyes forward, refusing to feel as small as she was compared to the ranting groalthuun towering over her. It was a good thing her blaster was holstered beneath her jacket, or she would havebeen tempted to go for it the moment her boss had looked at her and spatterran ji’tas.
She’d been around aliens long enough to know calling herji’taswas basically saying she was a prime candidate for being made a sex slave and little else.
At some point during his ranting, which flowed freely between his native tongue and Universal Speech—all of it easily understandable thanks to her translator—the urge to pull her blaster grew so strong that she forced herself to stop listening.
I need this job, she repeatedly reminded herself.
But do I though?
Her thoughts turned toward Drakkal and his offer.
I can give you a safe place to live and work that pays well. A chance to build a future, to build apresent.
Could she trust him? Was his offer real? Everything she’d learned over the last several years told her it was a setup, that she’d be stupid to trust him, especially after what she’d done to him. But if he really meant to hurt her, why had he rung her doorbell and asked to come inside to talk?
He had money at his disposal, that much was clear, and he was a capable male. She had no doubt that he could’ve easily entered her apartment without her knowledge whether subtly or by force, especially with that cybernetic arm. Wouldn’t it have been easier for him to kidnap her in her sleep or something?
Yorgaz thrust a thick finger into Shay’s face, startling her out of her thoughts and calling her attention back to him.