Excerpt from ALLIANCE: GALACTIC AFFAIRS

Futuristic Erotica

by Lyndi Lamont

When his vessel had been towed aboard the Mhajavi ship, Erok opened the door and leaped out. He’d never felt so trapped, angry and helpless as he had sitting in his spacecraft, unable to move. He took a deep breath and tried to relax his tense muscles. He was thankful his rescuers were Mhajavi. At least there was a chance they hadn’t been looking for him.

When a tall Mhajavi male entered the cargo bay and greeted him, Erok held out his hand in greeting. He was relieved when the other man shook it and politely introduced himself as Belarav, captain of the Charaka.

“Thanks for the rescue,” Erok said.

“Glad to help. Our engineers can assist with engine repairs.”

“No need,” Erok said. “I can fix it myself.” He’d rather not let anyone else on board.

“As you wish. However, we will have to do an inspection of your craft. Security reasons.”

“Of course,” Erok agreed reluctantly. He doubted they’d find his treasures. The secret compartment was well hidden, but if they tapped into the ship’s computer files, there was no telling what would happen. “I’m not transporting any hazardous materials.”

The captain smiled. “Good to know. In the meantime, please come with me. There’s someone who wants to speak with you.”

Erok had expected to be questioned, so he wasn’t surprised when the ever-polite Mhajavi led him to a small conference room. Erok entered and the door closed behind him. He was surprised to see the person waiting for him was a civilian and a woman. She was young and attractive, her tall, lithe body dressed in a black body suit that showed off her slim curves and contrasted with her skin, a warm shade of golden brown. Her short hair was dark brown, framing an angular face with large, almond-shaped brown eyes that tilted up slightly at the corners.

“Welcome to the Charaka, Captain Erok. My name is Jahni.”

When she held out a hand in greeting, he took it in his. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“It is our pleasure to be of assistance.”

Her hand still rested in his, and he had to control the urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless. Gods knew, he felt senseless enough himself. It was as if she had him mesmerized. It made no sense. Though attractive, she wasn’t his usual type of woman, being more slender than well-endowed. Still, arousal hummed through his veins, and his cock grew heavy with desire.

“Believe me, the pleasure is mine,” he murmured. “I’m not good at waiting.”

She withdrew her hand from his finally, but she didn’t step back. “You were lucky we answered your call. A disabled ship is easy prey for space raiders. You must have been worried.”

He shrugged one shoulder. The raiders were the least of his worries, but he could hardly say so. “One of the hazards of the job. I was glad to hear a friendly voice, though. It was getting lonely out here.”

Her lips curved into a smile, and he suppressed the urge to run his tongue along her full lower lip. He had to force himself to pay attention to her question.

“Isn’t loneliness another hazard of your job? Since you don’t seem to have a crew.”

“I don’t spend all my time in space, thank the gods. I like people too much.” He took a small step closer to her. “Let me revise that. I like women too much.”

Her mouth quirked. “I imagine you have quite a reputation on your home world.”

“You have no idea.” He reached out to touch her hair, soft and silky, then ran the back of his hand along her jaw. “I especially like Mhajavi women.”

Her eyes widened and she swallowed. “Really? Why is that?”

He rested his hand on her throat, feeling her pulse racing beneath his fingers. “I’ve found the women of your world to be warm, generous and loving. Beautiful and sensual. Confident in their worth and their sexuality.” He let his voice drop and leaned closer to her. “In fact, I’m addicted to Mhajavi pussy.”

A small gasp escaped at his blunt talk, but she made no move to back away. Sliding his hand around to the back of her neck, he pulled her head closer until their lips met. When she kissed him back, he slipped his other arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Slanting his mouth across hers, he deepened the kiss, closing his lips over hers. He used his tongue to trace her lips, focusing on the fuller bottom lip, sucking and tugging on it. She let out a sigh, and he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. She clutched his shoulders as her breath hitched in her throat.

He drew back slightly so they could both catch their breath. She stared at him, her pupils dilated.

“This shouldn’t be happening,” she whispered. “I’m supposed to be interrogating you.”

© 2007 by Lyndi Lamont

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