Somana Two: Michael
Somana Two

Excerpt

As he had heard, this side of town was still wall-to-wall people. Cars zoomed up and down the roads, loud music spilled from a few bars and clubs, and even a movie theater was still open, showing an ancient film he had seen once called An American Werewolf in Paris. He smirked as he remembered the way werewolves were portrayed in it. Should have consulted one of his ancestors, he thought. With a few such alterations from his kind, the film would have screams coming from the theater for weeks.

When he rounded a corner, he stumbled and fell toward the ground. If he hadn’t put a hand out, he would have been face-first for the second time tonight. This time, it wasn’t from a shove, but a scent that had his head spinning one second and his pulse pounding the next. His mouth watered. Fierce, uncontrollable need rocked him to the core, all from the unmistakable smell of a woman. Not just any woman, he thought as he fought his way to his feet and resisted the urge to change into a wolf in order to hunt her. This woman was special, someone he had to see, someone he needed to possess.

Barreling around a final corner, he at last came upon her, thick blonde hair down to her waist, a tiny figure, with an ass he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. She was leaning into the window of an aircar, her arms crossed and an earnest look on her face. She wouldn’t win over a client with that attitude, he thought. But then he dropped his gaze down over her body. She wore black leather pants that hugged her sexy legs like a second skin.

He willed her to straighten and, as if she had heard his silent plea, she nodded to the guy in the aircar and stood up to point out something on the horizon. When she did, Michael groaned at the sight before him. Her breasts strained against the white T-shirt she wore, the black jacket accompanying it unzipped to her waist. Michael would have preferred something with a V-neck so he could enjoy a little cleavage, but his beauty was built to lasso a man with no more than a hint of what was beneath her clothes. He was hooked.

While the target of his desire bent toward the man in the aircar again, Michael moved up behind her and let her feel his cock rock solid against her ass. He braced a hand on either side of her on the hood of the aircar and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Forget him. I’ll give you whatever you want to spend the rest of the night in my bed.”

She tried to twist around to face him, but Michael hadn’t given her enough room. He moved back a half-step to let her turn, and then he pushed one thigh between hers and pinned her to the side of the aircar. He didn’t give a fig what the other guy thought.

His beauty rested her palms on his chest and smiled up at him, blue eyes twinkling with amusement. “So, let me get this straight,” she purred, which made desire ripple through him. “You’re offering me—”

“A night of sexual pleasure at whatever price you set,” he finished and pressed tighter against her. He didn’t miss the catch in her breath as their bodies sealed together.

“Because you think I’m a . . .” She blinked in seeming disbelief. “You arrogant piece of trash,” she roared. “You actually think I’m out here selling my body, and to Joey no less.”

He frowned. “Joey?”

She crooked a thumb over her shoulder at the man in the aircar. “Joey.” Her mesmerizing eyes narrowed. “Now that you know you’re mistaken, you can get off me before I feed you your balls.”

Joey snickered from the safety of the vehicle. “I’d move, guy. She’s been known to castrate a man. Just a warning.”

Michael picked up on the fire in her eyes as she gazed at him, but he knew that fire wasn’t all for the fact that he had misjudged who and what she was. From the moment he slipped his leg between hers, his mystery woman was on fire for sex. Her natural scent was heady, no doubt, but with the proximity of their bodies, it had changed, deepened to something almost as wild as wolf packs back on Earth. The aroma filled his nostrils, making his head reel all over again. This was too good, too addictive. And addicted he was—with one inhale.

* * * *

Chrissie could not believe the nerve of this asshole. He thought he could grab her, rub against her, and there would be no consequences? So she liked to dress sexy, on or off the job, so what? Did that give him a license to touch her? Hell, no! She should have already tied his dick in a knot or head-butted him in the chin, which she was likely to do. As Joey had said, she’d do whatever it took to put a man in his place. She had already delayed too long because the truth of the matter was, what she wanted to do and what she should do were two different things. She wanted to get her hands on his piece all right, but more so to feel whether it was as thick and long as it seemed to be pressed on her leg.

She longed to take his hand and guide it between her thighs to make him stroke her kitty, which had been neglected far too long because none of the men on Somana Two had what she was looking for. None of the ones she had met in the bars, that is. This man, who had to be six five at least, with shoulders wide enough to block out the dome clock, and cold, black hair hanging too long and tussled about his handsome face, was one she hadn’t seen before. She would have remembered this one—and have sampled him by now if she had met him.

She repeated her threat and added, “You have three seconds.”

He grinned down at her and flashed even white teeth, which put her in mind more of a dangerous predator than a loser looking for a good time. “That’s plenty,” he said, and then lowered his mouth to hers.

Chrissie gasped, but that gave him entrance between her lips. His tongue darted out and filled her mouth. Its thick, wet warmth had shivers tingling along her skin. He tugged her closer with his hands on her waist and pushed his tongue in and out of her mouth before running it along her bottom lip.

She told herself to turn her head, to crush his nuts, to do anything, but instead she gave as much as she got, forgetting everything around her in order to taste this man, to be consumed by him. She almost forgot herself enough to moan, but she bit it off and then, jerking away, swiped a hand over her lips.

A crack across his cheek left his face red and her palm stinging, but she didn’t regret it. “Pig,” she growled.

Proud of himself, he grinned but didn’t release her. She raised her hand again, but this time, he caught her wrist and twisted it behind her. He would have zoomed in for another kiss, but Chrissie put up a knee to catch him in the balls. With lightning reflexes, he captured her leg between his and dragged her tighter to his firm form. Her body, to her utter disgust, sparked with lust.

“Let me go,” she demanded. “You’ll be very sorry if you don’t back off right now.”

“Funny”—he snickered—“I don’t feel sorry in the least. You, however, feel amazing. Those breasts are just what a man likes under him, along with the rest of you. And I do appreciate the view, let me tell you.”

Chrissie knew her face flared as bright as his did when she hit him. The bastard stared at the imprint her breasts against her shirt. “Pervert,” she shouted.

Something flashed at the corner of her eye, and having seen it time and again, Chrissie identified it in seconds. Another of her partners had drawn his knife and was about to attack the man holding her hostage with his sexy body. She opened her mouth to warn him, for some reason not wanting to see the guy hurt, but before she could say a word, his eyes flashed an odd color, and then he released her to whirl around.

Riley was a big man in his own right, above six feet and at least two fifty, but he came up off the ground with one of her attacker’s hands around his neck. Her partner in crime flailed about, swinging his knife and missing each time.

“Son of a bitch, put me down,” Riley demanded.

“Drop it,” the stranger commanded in a deeper voice than the one he had spoken in earlier. Chrissie shivered and hoped no one noticed.

She pulled herself together and stood up to the beast of a man. “Put him down. You’ve had your fun. Now move on.” He had the nerve to ignore her, which pissed her off even more. “Did you hear me?”

After a long time, when they all seemed to be holding their breath, the stranger lowered Riley to his feet. Trying to get a bit of his own back, she supposed, Riley took a swipe at the man when he was free. The stranger sidestepped the attack and did a move too fast for Chrissie to follow. The clink of the knife hitting the ground confirmed Riley’s complete humiliation. He sank to one knee and rubbed his wrist, breathing hard.

When the man swung back to her, she prepared herself for more trouble, but he flashed his now-familiar smile. “Your name?”

She rolled her eyes. “Excuse me?”

“I need a name to give to my dream girl.”

She spun away, intent on dismissing him. “Yeah, only in your dreams, beast boy.”

He chuckled and uttered low enough so that she just caught his words, “If you only knew.”

“What was that?” She should forget that he existed and go about the business she had been trying to arrange for a few days from now. This man didn’t warrant getting her off her schedule. If there was anything Chrissie Malvoy was known for, it was sticking to the plan. Hell, she’d force a plan through and complete it on time no matter what the obstacle. That’s why she got the better jobs in her profession.

“Oh no, you don’t.”

The stranger caught her wrist for the second time and used the hold to force her back around to face him. She jerked on his grasp but found herself to be fighting a losing battle. The muscles she glimpsed rippling beneath his shirt were not just for show.

“I will kiss you again if you don’t tell me your name.”

Chrissie couldn’t believe she stood there considering how great the punishment for not telling him would be. But then she would never admit that to his arrogant ass. She blew out a noisy sigh. “Fine. It’s Chrissie. Now let me go.”

“Chrissie what?”

“Chrissie Malvoy,” she snapped.

He bowed as if this were the olden days or like she gave a crap who he was. “I am Michael.”

She sassed him. “Just Michael?”

He winked and kissed the tip of her nose. She froze, steeling herself against the feelings his slightest touch evoked in her.

“Well, it was just Michael for a long time, but just recently, I took on my brother’s last name. It’s Michael Hunter. I’m extremely pleased to meet you.”

“I’ll bet you are.” She watched four other men stroll up and gave them a slight nod. “Now that you’ve gotten the information and the free feels you set out to get, you can get lost. Hope I never see you again.”

Chrissie signaled to her guys to follow in the aircar as she jumped into Joey’s vehicle and the two of them zoomed off down the street. The last she heard of Michael was his bold laughter as they put distance between her and him. She might have mouthed off that she never wanted to see him again, but the truth was altogether different. Just like he had called her his dream girl, Chrissie was pretty sure she’d have a hard time keeping him out of her nighttime imaginings—for a long time.