Frisk (8 page)
Lera waved farewell to everyone and helped Lance to his room. The moment they were inside, he straightened and lifted her in his embrace.
“You were faking it?”
“Exaggerating for Shatter’s sake. He is a bit of a girl when it comes to hand-to-hand combat. He is much better with distance between him and his target.” Lance climbed the stairs easily.
She laughed. “Well, I am glad you are doing well. Which is your favourite image?”
He sat down and pulled her into his lap.
She crossed her legs behind his back and shifted until she was pressed against the ridge inside his trousers.
He grinned, “This position with you looking at me like I am your moons and stars.”
Lera caressed his cheek. “I will always look at you like that unless you are being a jackass. Then, I reserve the right to glare at you.”
“And I will always look at you as if you are my truly precious mate. The rarest creature in all the universe. My beloved.”
She pressed her lips to his and unfastened the shoulder closures of her dress. It pooled around her waist, exposing her breasts and shoulders to him.
His low groan preceded his touch as he caressed, lifted and squeezed each soft mound with his calloused hands. He used his mouth on her neck, and she surrendered to his lips and teeth.
He drew soft patterns on her skin, blowing gently until the cool sensations shifted to heat. He ceased his caressing of her breasts, shifting his grip to the back of her thighs, shoving the skirt out of the way until his fingers were brushing against her wet heat.
“Have I mentioned I love your gown?”
He slid two fingers into her, and she arched at the suddenness of it. He groaned against her neck, gnawing at her as his fingers stroked and slid inside her.
He thumbed her clit, and she whimpered. He cursed, and his hands and their wonderful caresses disappeared.
Birol unfastened his trousers and pulled his cock free. His next move was to lift her, positioning her on his cock. She gasped as he worked into her. The speed at which her weight forced him into her sent a confusion of sensations and a flicker of pain.
His cock writhed inside her, stimulating, waking and pushing her senses into overdrive.
Birol cupped her buttocks, lifting and dropping her in short, fast bursts, which brought her release stampeding upward without warning. She screamed, but he kept moving her over him as he drew closer to his own orgasm.
The pounding heat, the endless friction pulled her into a release that matched his as they locked together, muscles, bodies and minds frozen with pleasure.
Lera leaned her forehead against his chest, and she ran her hands over his shoulders and neck. He cupped the back of her skull and drew her lips to his, nipping and licking. “I apologize for my speed. I promise to make it up to you.”
She chuckled. “I will hold you to that. We have five images to recreate and none have happened yet. I am guessing that we will see one of them when I become your ideal lover.”
He blushed. “She told you that?”
“She did. No secrets between Terrans. We are rare enough without lying to each other. It looks like Shatter will soon have one of his own. I am wondering how that will come about.”
“He will manage, but he is going to request a transfer.”
“Why?”
“You are too close to what he needs. Being with you will be too hard. A replacement will be requested and a new position sought.”
“What about Gadget?”
“He will find her in good time. You cannot rush destiny.” He sighed, and his erection moved inside her once again.
“You don’t consider that rushing?” She shifted against him.
He grinned. “Oh, I am not going to rush, Lera. I am going to take my time, and when you beg me for release, I may consider offering it.”
She pulled the dress off over her head and rocked against him. “Challenge accepted. How many days do I have before I am on duty?”
“Three more. We had better make them count.” He kept himself inside her and removed his clothing by cutting it free with a blade he produced out of thin air.
“Where did you have that?”
He chuckled and started the slow repetition of lifting and lowering her on him. “I have my secrets, beloved. You had better get used to it.”
She scowled and narrowed her eyes as she stared into his. Pleasure was building again, but she could still manage to say, “You are dealing with someone whose only skill is identifying weapons on a body. I will get to the bottom of this.”
“Feel free to frisk me before we get into bed next time. I will enjoy it.” He groaned as she leaned forward to bite him.
His cock jumped inside her, and she realized that pain was something he liked. It was a good thing too. She preferred to bite and claw her way to release, and now that the preliminaries were out of the way, there was nothing she couldn’t do to him.
This was going to be the best science project of her life.
Author’s Note
Frisk
is a return to the Enforcers. Law enforcement on alien worlds is discussed in
Enforce
and
Badge
. One day, I will return to the world in
Badge
. Another Terran might be just the thing to keep the werewolves in line.
The Ekathi and Orkathi were another version of light and dark elves. Less elegant, more sturdy, they have serious social issues that our girls are equipped to getting to the bottom of.
In
Gadget
, Tobi will not only help transport Guardians and their prisoners, she will learn how she can mix a career and a love life with Shatter waiting in the wings.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
