“Twin card. Playing it. Now.” Adrian ignored me.
Stephanie sighed. The energy barrier dropped.
Adrian took three steps forward. Her scent washed over me. My beast growled. My cock throbbed in pain. My vision blurred. I ordered my limbs to move, to remove this female from my cell. The beast took control of every cell, every muscle of my body. The transformation moved through me. My muscles screamed as they exploded, grew larger. My bones elongated. My beast shoved me aside as if I were no more than a wisp of fog in his peripheral vision.
The energy barrier reappeared, locking her inside the cell.
With me.
With my beast.
2
Adrian Davis
What had I done?
When I’d stepped into this cell I’d known, logically, that I’d be dealing with a man—alien. A large one, to be sure. Handsome as hell. A genuine sex-on-a-stick hottie. Dark eyes that looked right through me and made me feel naked.
No. Made me want tobenaked. With him.
“Hi. I’m Adrian.”
His gaze narrowed. He didn’t move. Not even to twitch. Or blink.
“Can you hear me?” I’d heard him roar earlier and everything inside me had imploded. Rational thinking? Gone. One moment I’d been paying attention to literally everything from the shine on the strange, smooth floor to the oddly shaped lights. The next? My nipples were hard, my core throbbed. I began to shake from pure, raw, lust. Need. Like I was the freaking alien. And that was before I saw how deliciously sexy he was in the flesh.
There was no hope for me now. None. I didn’t understand what I was doing, would be unable to explain it to any rational person. But I couldn’t stop myself. He was mine. Like my leg was mine. Or my hands. My memories. My name.
Mine. Part of me in a way that didn’t make sense.
“He’s gone into beast mode,” Adrian shout-whispered at me.
“I know.” Holy shit, did I know. My pussy clenched and I swallowed past the dry lump in my throat. I didn’t want to talk to my sister right now. I wanted…other things. “Privacy screen please.”
“You better be right about this.”
“I am.” Didn’t know how I knew, but I did. “Four hours. Don’t forget.” We had an agreement. She would help me get in here, leave me alone, and come back in four hours to see if I was still alive. Or dead.
I was hoping for alive and very satisfied. Maybe even unable to move from orgasm overload. That would be acceptable, too.
“As if.” Stephanie lifted her hand to the control panel and the energy barrier turned a strange, swirling muddle of opalescent grays and blues, impossible to see through. I’d taken the time to ask one of the doctor’s technicians about it while mom and Max were busy with their tests and scans and what—in my opinion—amounted to torture. Tour complete, our mother and new Atlan stepdad Maxus, or just Max as I secretly called him in my head, had ordered us to go home under the watchful eye of a couple of his personal security team members.
A few faked feminine problemsdown therethat required multiple trips to ask the doctor questions, and a handful of lies later, Steph and I had convinced each of the guards that we were leaving with the other one, and that Max had given each of them the rest of the day off. We’d pulled the classic sleepover scheme we used when we wanted to go to an all-night party mom would never have allowed us to attend. My sister and I, and all of our friends were all staying the night at someone else’s house, which was really no one’s house…also known as party time.
Was being good at lying—we’d been fooling our teachers and just about everyone else about who was who since we were young enough to talk—a virtue? Probably not. But the talent sure did come in handy if you wanted to get your hands on a beast. Not just any old beast, either. My beast.Mine.
How the hell I knew that, I could neither understand nor explain. Frankly, the strength of the impulse was terrifying. One stupid roar and here I was locking myself into a cell with an Atlan who was, by all accounts, a trained killer. A murderer.
He took one step forward. Stopped. I stood my ground. I’d started this and I intended to finish it. Too damn late to change my mind now.
Besides, now that I was closer, he smelled divine. All pine needles, black pepper and a hint of something else. Lemon? Or maybe that was just him.
Our stepdad was also an Atlan warlord, but he didn’t smell likethis.Thank god. I didn’t want to be lusting after my mom’s new mate. That was gross. Whereas this Atlan was…tempting.
The Atlan gown I wore didn’t have traditional panties underneath like I wore at home. Instead, I was pretty much naked, covered by five or six layers of soft fabric that swirled around my feet when I walked. I’d felt naughty and pretty all at once. There were more than enough layers to ensure no one could see anything I didn’t want them to see.
No panties? Regretted it now. My thighs were coated in wet expectation—no, demand—for some banging, up-against-the-wall, sex. With a total stranger.
