Savor Me Slowly (Alien Huntress #3)(26)
Author: Gena Showalter

How is that possible?

Two beings detected, yet only one body is visible.

Shit. Two? He was actually two beings inside of one body? Again, how was that possible?

“Sit,” he said again.

“Bitch! Fucking whore!” The human had since stood. She was panting and eying Le’Ace through narrowed lids.

One hundred percent chance of attack.

No shit. She set her beer on the table.

With a shriek, the woman leapt at her. Not wanting to reveal the depth of her skill, Le’Ace allowed her opponent to grab her hair and scratch her neck. She even gave a startled cry, as though she were not used to such pains. But as she was propelled backward, she retained a firm grip on the girl and stealthily opened one of her rings. As they hit the floor, she jabbed the girl in the stomach.

A shriek rumbled in her left ear.

For several seconds, they rolled around in a bid for dominance. Le’Ace played her role of inexperienced cat fighter to perfection, only ripping hair and scratching. But then, suddenly, the girl froze.

“Oh my God.” Horror blanketed that pretty face and she jackknifed to her feet, hand covering her mouth as she raced for the bathroom.

Le’Ace stood and pretended to sway. The Schön reached out and latched onto her arm to steady her. She had to force herself to remain still, every instinct in her body screaming for her to rip from his too hot, too tight hold.

“Sit,” he said again.

This time, she obeyed, settling beside him. She waited for him to begin a conversation, but several minutes ticked by and he remained silent. Other women would fawn over him, she supposed, desperate to know more about him.

“What’s your name?” she asked, doing her best to sound breathless and aroused.

“You may call me Nolan.”

Nolan. A human name. Old English. No real significant meaning. “I’m Jane.” As she spoke, the cell phone strapped to her ankle vibrated. Breath caught in her throat but she hid it with a cough. Oh, no. No, no, no.

Jaxon had just left the compound.

She’d programmed the phone to alert her if any of the doors or windows to the outside were opened and a body passed through them.

“Something wrong, Jane?” the Schön asked.

She wanted to leap from the table and hunt Jaxon down. In that wheelchair, he wouldn’t get far. And she’d find him, wherever he went, because she’d placed a tracking wire inside one of the wheels. Plus, she’d taken the only car and disabled the motorbike. There was a mile-long trek from the compound through the surrounding woods. He didn’t know the code to the gate, so he couldn’t make it to the public road.

Did that lessen her concern? No. He could be hurt or tracked by the wild wolves and deer being raised in the area to repopulate the animal community. He knows how to take care of himself.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she finally said, then rubbed at the scratches the human had given her. “My neck hurts. That was a pretty gruesome fight. I hope I didn’t hurt her.” She was babbling, trying to mask her fear for Jaxon.

Nolan’s fingers pressed gently against her chin and lifted her head, giving him a view of her injuries. The lights in his eyes glowed brighter, illuminating the table with eerie green.

“You fought for me,” he said, no hint of his emotions seeping through that freaky double voice.

“Yes.” Good or bad in his opinion?

“I liked that.”

Thank God. “I’m glad.”

He released her and frowned. He even leaned back in his seat and studied her.

Had she done or said something wrong? Did he suspect the truth? I need to blush like I’m pleased with his perusal.

Heating cheeks now.

Even as the chip informed her of the increased blood flow, her face warmed. She didn’t need a mirror to know twin spots of color now dotted her cheekbones.

Nolan’s head tilted sideways. “You blush as though you are reacting to me, yet your pulse did not quicken at my touch. Your pupils did not dilate.”

That observant, was he? Time to step up her game. Cringing inside, she reached out and traced a fingertip along his jawline. His skin was like fire, burning like flames crackled just below the surface. “Maybe you didn’t touch me the way I wanted,” she said. Shit. Do I sound seductive or terrified?

Both.

One of his brows rose. He had a small bump in the middle of his nose, she noticed. The only imperfection he possessed. Well, that and his lips were not as lush as Jaxon’s.

Jaxon.

His parting words played through her mind. Do not let them kiss or penetrate you. The Schön’s saliva and ejaculate must pass the virus to humans. Le’Ace had never been sick, had never even come down with a cold. She’d been told the scientists had placed some sort of particles in her bloodstream that constantly renewed, always keeping her healthy.

For a moment, she wondered if those particles were strong enough to fight whatever disease Nolan possessed. Probably. But that didn’t lessen the fear, the what-if. Jaxon would probably tell her not to risk finding out.

Thinking about that virus made her nervous and thinking about Jaxon made her excited, both of which quickened her pulse the way the alien had wanted.

He sniffed the air, as if he could smell her sudden change. “And how did you want to be touched?” he asked huskily.

She licked her lips. “Lower.”

For a moment, she thought his pupils dilated like he’d expected hers to do. Then she realized he didn’t have pupils, only those strange lights. The lights had fused, darkened, forming pupil-like circles.

“I am not used to aggressive women,” he said.

Le’Ace read between the lines. Humans usually fell at his feet, taking whatever he offered. Now he desired a challenge. “Does that mean I make you nervous? Poor baby. Why don’t I order you a drink and help relax you a bit?”

He chuckled softly. “Amusing, too.” He signaled for the waitress, who rushed to his side as if she’d been waiting for just such a summons. “Vodka. A bottle and a glass.”

Excellent. Le’Ace planned to steal his glass so that his saliva could be analyzed.

The waitress began to pant, sweating, practically on the verge of orgasm as she asked, “Iced?”

“No. That is all.”

Gasping with increasing fervency, the waitress clomped off. She had to stop at a nearby table and clutch the edge as she reached her climax.

Le’Ace could only shake her head in wonder.

The bottle and glass arrived a few minutes later, and the waitress was all smiles. She tried to massage Nolan’s shoulders, but he shooed her away. She pouted the entire trek away from him. Le’Ace would have sworn there were tears in her eyes.