His deep tone made my body snap to attention. The rumbling depth of his voice slid over my senses, sending an unfamiliar heat curling low in my belly. The sharp intensity in his gaze, the way his eyes narrowed and swept the room, made my breath hitch in my chest. He couldn’t see me, I was sure of it. But hefeltme, reacted to my proximity.
Mine!The beast inside me practically purred with satisfaction, convinced the human could sense our presence. Scent us, perhaps. Somehow,heknew.
A worthy male with sharp instincts.
My pulse spiked, a sharp and unfamiliar reaction. No one ever detected my nearness when I was on reconnaissance. I was an officer of the Coalition’s elite Intelligence Core, trained to beunseen, untraceable. And yet, he turned his head just slightly—his focus grazing over my position again, as if some primal instinct whispered a warning in his ear.
The humans were clever like that, their instincts still raw and untamed compared to the precision of my own Atlan species. The predator inside me stirred, curious, watching him as he inspected all the evidence in the room like a sleuth on the edge of discovery.
I swallowed hard, my breath shallow as I monitored his movements. Six foot tall, he was lean, but strong. His muscles flexed beneath the dark fabric of his clothes. His voice carried every time he spoke, low and rough, tingling along my nerves. He was all sharp angles—jaw, shoulders, the slant of his nose—and yet there was something kind about him, too. The way he had crouched beside the body, careful, almost reverent. There was a wary precision in him, a quiet, restrained power that spoke of discipline. Control. And yet, beneath that control, I sensed something else simmered. Something dark. Dangerous.Wild.
If I didn’t know better, I would wonder if he was an Atlan Warlord. A beast in disguise just waiting to transform.
Atlans recognized predators. We respected them. And this male… he was unique.
My heart raced as Jenkins and the others fanned out in formation around him to do another search of the building. They wouldn’t find me unless I wanted them to. Ethan Blake was human. He simply could not have the same keen instincts as an Atlan Warlord. If he stuck his nose in my case, tried to take on theSilver Scions, he would be dead in a week.
Or so I believed until he walked straight at me.
I stumbled back until my shoulders bumped the wall, gasping for breath as I fought the urge to deactivate my armor and reveal myself to him.
No. No. No. This reaction was unacceptable. Inexplicable. He hated the Coalition. Didn’t trust us. Liars and criminals, that’s what he believed. Not that I could blame him when I was here, on Earth, to track down some of the worst, most evil creatures operating in Coalition space.
Worse than the fact that he hated aliens, Ethan Blake washuman.Off limits.
My body didn’t care what he was. He wasmine.
I wanted to hear his voice, rough and demanding, as he held me in place and fucked me from behind. Shoved me against the wall and filled me with his hard length. Buried his lips against my neck and pumped into me like a wild animal, completely out of control. I wanted his scent all over my skin. His seed buried deep in my womb. His rough hands holding my hips in place as he claimed me. Made me his. Made me scream in pleasure.
What the fuck was happening to me?
I didn’t just want the human male. Ineeded.
No. Ineededto go to medical the moment I got back to command. I didn’t lust after males of any species. The treatments the I.C. gave me were supposed to ensure that. Damn it. I was going to have words with Doctor Mersan when I got back to base. The DNA the I.C. medical teams integrated was supposed to make me stronger and faster, not sex crazed and out of control.
The detective stepped closer, and I nearly groaned. My pussy was soaking wet. My pulse pounded a rapid beat in my clit. My breasts were heavy. Sensitive. The nipples pebbled and tight, aching for his touch. His lips. His tongue.
Slowly, he moved past my position. Mind racing, I kept the male in my peripheral vision as I ran a diagnostic on my suit. When that came back clean, I initiated a full bio-medical scan.
Nothing.
Slightly elevated pulse rate. Body temperature within normal limits.
All I needed was some fresh air. Humans were slow. Did everything manually. Taking photos. Touching the dead man’s body instead of initiating a much more thorough scan. I’d already been waiting for hours. Gods be damned, how much longer was I going to have to hide in this suit?
“No one’s here.” The male with dirty blond hair—Jenkins—spoke to Ethan as the rest of the humans filed out, leaving the two detectives alone with the corpse. And with me.
“They’re here.” Ethan insisted and my nipples pebbled into hard, aching points. Gods he was fucking sexy. So sure.
Jenkins said something aboutthe Fedsagain.
“They’ll disappear everything.” Ethan Blake cursed. “Sweep it all under the rug. Just like before.”
“You know the second any of this alien shit hits the system, it’s over.” Jenkins stroked his beard again, as if deep in thought. “Which is why I uploaded the video. Sent it to your burner, too.”
“Shh. Not so loud.” My detective was prowling again, looming over the dead Silver Scion’s corpse. He put his small, human pistol back in its holster. “Who’s working the morgue tonight?”
“No idea.”
