Parallel Seduction (4 page)

"You're saying you love bedding my species—any female of my kind."

He sighed, all his sparring and repartee gone. "You need to know about my past; I figured I had to be honest, so you would know, not catch it around here as rumor or hearsay. I've been driven—and seriously I do mean driven—to couple with human women. I've begun to think it's some kind of strange mating urge."

She gulped. "A mating urge? What do you mean?"

"Look, we'll talk about all of this later. But my past is my past, Hope—just like those images are some alternate kind of past, something our other selves lived before. But right now I'm talking with you about here and now and what you mean to me."

She caught his hand as he stopped stroking her hair, and pressed it to her cheek. "Tell me what I mean to you."

"You saved my life, Hope, for one thing, but it's way more than that—and it's more than how well I'm getting to know you from these dreams and images."

She finished for him. "We have a baby in the future." They'd talked about it at Warren, but she wasn't sure he remembered. "I saw you kissing my stomach."

He caressed her cheek lightly with the backs of his fingers. "I know … I saw that, too. I even heard her name. Leisa. That was my mother's name."

"Have you actually seen our daughter in any of those visions?" Her throat went dry; she'd yet to see their baby girl, and if he described the child, she knew she would probably burst into tears.

"Not yet." His voice grew quiet, pensive. "And maybe that future isn't necessarily what we're going to live, but what I guess I'm trying to tell you, Hope, is this—we're not in an ordinary dating scenario here. I don't see or feel a lot of reason to go slow. I want to get out of this crap hole as soon as I can, and make love to you for real. I want to show you what I can do to you, how I can make you scream my name, and more than that, I want to get to know you, really know you."

Well, there wasn't a lot a girl could say to argue with that plan. Except he had to get well and give it time, and she knew he didn't want to do that. "You've got to heal up first, Scott." She slipped a hand onto his forearm, stroking the soft tickling of hairs she'd felt earlier.

Scott closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her hand against his arm, feeling the hard-on between his legs grow even harder. A part of him even felt that he was still on that battle cruiser, driving up inside of her.

"This is going to take some time," she told him resolutely.

He cut his eyes sideways at her; her golden hair was shoulder-length and shimmered in the lights of his monitors. Day or night, this room was like a dungeon, and down here belowground there weren't any windows to allow in light. The medics had been encouraging him to sleep, and it wasn't a situation that made him happy, on any level.

"I'm not an invalid, Harper, and I've got to get out of this place very soon."

She gave her head a light shake, blinking as she glanced at him. "Do you think
I'm
an invalid just because I'm going blind? Because I have diabetes?"

"Of course not." He scowled, not quite understanding her leap in logic. "I'm talking about me and this damnable hospital bed."

"Then why should I, or anyone else, think that you're an invalid just because you almost died? You did almost die, Lieutenant, and maybe that's what you can't quite wrap your brain around. To get better, it's just going to take time."

He blew out a long, frustrated sigh. "Patience is for pussies."

She bent forward in her chair, chewing on her lip, and seemed to be gathering her thoughts. It was an expression he'd seen on her face a lot during his days at Warren. While he was held there, she'd been his translator. Of course, he spoke fluent English, but he hadn't let on about that fact to his captors, needing to protect himself any way that he could. They'd brought Hope in on his case after she'd spent months studying the Refarian language on FBI intercepts. Her beautiful way with his native tongue had allowed the two of them to form a private thread of communication that the Air Force couldn't interpret. She'd championed him during his captivity, worked so hard to help him—and to bridge the distance between himself and the USAF.

He'd begun falling in love with her then, and that was before the dreams had even hit overdrive. Hope ran her fingers through her hair, a faraway look in her pale gray eyes.

"You're thinking something," he observed, wondering why she didn't just say whatever it was she had in mind.

She nodded, looking toward him but not quite focusing on his face. "You're a military guy. You of all people know the importance of careful timing." Her blond eyebrows drew together, a line of worry furrowing them. "You have to go slow with your recovery."

"I also push things to the edge; it's what makes me so damned good."

An adorable smile turned up the edges of her mouth. "You sound more than a little bit satisfied with yourself."

He shrugged. "When you've got the goods .…" He loved sparring with her—that she talked to him as an equal and a friend, not like a superior officer, or worse still, a one-night stand. If only he could get closer to her physically. Not later, but right now.

He had an idea, and leaned back into his pillows. "Come here; I want to see something."

She stood, appearing uncertain. He grabbed hold of her hand, tugging her right beside his bed. "Come just a little closer than that and let me get a better look at you." He pulled her right up beside his bed, until her delicate body was within easy reach. Then, hooking his forearm behind her head, he brought her down for a kiss. The bed rail kept them mostly apart, but it wasn't a total chaperone; he managed to cover her lips with his own, to feel the heat of her breath, and slowly, ever so slowly, she opened her mouth to him. He plunged his tongue deep inside her wet slickness, hardly able to think at all—not with the urgent need just this subtle kiss unleashed in him. There'd never been a woman who had set him on fire so completely.

She stroked his hair, running her hands through it, as back and forth their tongues thrust and moved together. Finally, when he swore he couldn't breathe at all, she pulled away, gasping. Slowly he wiped his mouth with the back of one hand.

"This was to show you"—he cupped her heart-shaped face, making his final point—"that there's only one good reason I should ever be in bed."

J
ake Tierny hid just south
of the main cabin, surveying the compound as a whole. That the compound was even here—like the pristine safe haven they had all believed it to be back in this time—caused his eyes to water unexpectedly. They'd lost everything since these days. Correction, he thought, hunkering low on his belly and lifting his field glasses to his eyes: This was the present, not a long ago time. Only for him was this moment the past; to everyone else he cared about inside this compound, it was the only world they knew.

Darkness. He would have to wait until then before slipping inside. His one chance of making this mission work was to accost Jared. Surely his king would believe him; he just had to lay out all the facts. In the meantime, he would scout the perimeter and be certain that Marco McKinley hadn't already stepped into this time. If they'd set the mitres correctly, Jake was arriving a few days ahead of the bastard. One thing was certain; Jake wouldn't let that devil's spawn hurt any of the people he cared about, not ever again.

He would bide his time and wait, and then stop the rogue protector from destroying their future any more than he already had.

"W
e have to decide what
to do with Hope Harper, my lord."

Jared stared through the windows of the meeting room at the leaden gray sky, considering this advice from his chief security adviser.

"We both know that any operative of the FBI can't remain here, no matter what she's done to assist our cause," Lieutenant Nevin Daniels continued. "And we must also consider how best to capitalize on our victory at Warren. We have an open line of communication with Colonel Peters, sir, and I think we should take this opportunity to begin a dialogue. It's time for a summit; if not with the president, then with the colonel and others within the USAF hierarchy."

Nevin stated more opinions on the matter, and although Jared registered some of the adviser's counsel, his thoughts were mostly directed elsewhere: toward his new wife and queen. Kelsey had been behaving oddly over the past two days, ever since receiving his ancestor's journal, which laid out explicit details about the Refarian mating cycle. Ever since reading the diary, she'd become convinced that they would achieve the heat together, even though blood fever was entirely alien to his very human wife.

"Sir? What is your decision?" Nevin prompted, speaking to Jared's back.

My decision is to make love to my wife for as many hours as possible and forget that I'm a king,
he thought dreamily, a strange hunger for his mate pulsing all through his body. Tensing it, teasing it. He spun to face Nevin. The silver-haired adviser's expectant, focused expression was a strange match for Jared's aroused mood.

"I need an hour to think on your counsel, Lieutenant," he answered with a noble tilt of his chin. "I shall return"— he paused, glancing at his comm for the correct time—"at thirteen thirty. Be sure to have Thea and Marco with you then, please."

Nevin rose to his feet, giving a slight bow, and placed one fist over his heart. It was the deepest show of respect from a Refarian to their king, and Jared nodded in return, grumbling internally that Nevin always had to be so old-guard—especially for a relatively young man. The silver in the adviser's hair was simply a sign of his sexual maturity, not of great age. All Refarian males turned silver-headed once their fertile years ended; in Jared's case the first silvering had begun to appear in his naturally dark hair a few months earlier, the surest sign that his need to cycle with Kelsey was more than a casual matter. Within months it was nearly certain that he would pass out of his fertile years and into his own maturity, just as the man before him had recently done.

"So I will return at that time," Jared added with a brisk nod toward the lieutenant.

"Yes, my lord, and you will address the matter of the human?"

Jared barely masked his annoyance. "
Which
human? Shall I remind you that your new queen is a human? So we now have two of the species in our midst, and I'd advise a bit more respect."

Nevin's naturally dark face blanched. "I meant no contempt, my lord. Our queen is my own queen, as you are my sovereign." Again, he placed a fist over his heart, bowing much lower than befit his status as a top adviser. Some days Jared would swear that Nevin Daniels had Madjin blood in his veins, with his profound need to honor tradition. Most in their ranks only noticed his arrogant façade, but Jared knew the hidden humility in his adviser.

"Nevin, please," Jared said softly, using the man's first name, even though he knew that Daniels eschewed such familiarity between them. "Your loyalty and respect are never in doubt. Please stand tall. I don't think I can bear this display another moment."

"Thank you, my lord." Daniels slowly rose to full posture again, but his gaze was troubled; he wasn't a man who ever liked to misstep or falter, especially not when it came to traditional respect for his king. "When I said human, I was referring to Hope Harper," the adviser explained slowly. "Our need to determine her place here, or more to the point, how to return her to the FBI."

"Make sure she's in the meeting, too." Jared gave Daniels a reassuring glance, then practically trotted toward the door. "After lunch, of course."

"Yes, my lord."

J
ared trotted out of the
room, sped his gate to double-time as he hit the stairs toward his chambers. After taking the steps practically three at a time, he arrived at the door and entered, albeit far too breathlessly.

Tossing aside his uniform jacket, he kicked the chamber door shut with his booted foot. "Kelsey? I've returned." He scanned all about the semi-dark main room for his mate. "Love, I've come to you for lunch." He grinned hungrily as he considered just how he planned to pass the next hour.
Eating and devouring for sure,
he thought, striding toward their bathroom in search of her.

At last he discovered his human mate standing in their closet on a step stool, totally naked, and he watched her for a moment through lust-filled, slanted eyes. She was searching for something at the top of a shelf, but hadn't bothered dressing first. It placed her in the perfect position for some interesting bedroom play. Sneaking slyly behind her, he took hold of her bottom without a word, and she yelled in fright.

"It's me." He held her fast about the hips. "I've taken a break to be with you." Pressing his lips against the base of her spine, he kissed and licked her there until she murmured a soft, kitten-like sound that made him utterly wild. His pulse did a frenzied dance; his heart slammed against his chest wall. Everything inside his Refarian body seemed calibrated for this one human woman, the welling need growing more unstoppable with every passing day. Slowly she pivoted in his embrace until his mouth was positioned only two inches away from her abdomen.

"Hello, my king," she purred in a low, sultry voice.

Palming her bare stomach he whispered, "Did you miss me?" and glanced up at her, feeling needy emotions that he didn't bother trying to mask. Nothing could be hidden between the two of them anyway.

She smiled down at him, her face flushed as if she'd been working out, although clearly she hadn't. With a trembling hand, she stroked his cheek. "I've got something to tell you," she whispered as he bent forward to lick her navel with the tip of his tongue.

"Umm," he said with a slight moan. "Does it involve taking you to bed?"

"Yes, in a way."

He glanced up at her, curious, and couldn't help noticing how radiant she appeared to be, almost as if he'd just caused a mating glow across her skin.

"Let's make love," he half growled, reaching to unsnap his uniform pants, "and you shall tell me everything between our sheets."