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mouths pulling, releasing, pulling, releasing.
    She denied him. He persisted, his tenacity earning him her begrudged admiration. The male, her target, laved her lips with his tongue and rocked his hips against hers, the ridge in his body armor long and thick and hard, pressing against her mons.
    Arousal fogged her brain. She forced herself to think, to concentrate on her foe.
    Resistance wasn’t effective. She had to change her strategy.
    Imee parted her teeth, feigning capitulation. Her target didn’t hesitate to accept his prize, pushing his tongue inside her.
    A wave of wanting accompanied his sensual assault. She moaned, the sound escaping her before she could stop it. He tasted of blood and metal and aroused male. She twined her tongue around his and inhaled, drawing him deeper.
    The fizzing spread through her mouth, down her throat, across her body. A band of need wrapped around her chest. Her breasts ached. Her pussy pulsed.
    He held her wrists in one large palm, cupped her ass with the other, lifting her until her boots no longer touched the sand. Although she was shorter than many females, she was broad and muscular and heavy, yet he showed no signs of exertion.
    The warrior was unlike any being she’d ever met. “What are you?” She raised her chin, breaking their kiss.
    “Yours.” He bent his head and licked down her neck, leaving a sensuous trail on her skin. “I can’t stop touching you.” He sounded as unhappy with their attraction as she was.
    Because he was her enemy, her target.
    The male was playing games with her, delighting her body, muddling her thoughts, making her forget who she was, what she had to do. “Do you know who I am?”
    He was an unknown species. Perhaps he didn’t know. Perhaps he saw her as merely a female to fuck.
    “You’re mine.” He fastened his mouth to her chin and sucked.
    Imee’s eyelashes fluttered. “I’m not yours.” She couldn’t belong to him, to any male. The Humanoid Alliance owned her. They had her family and would always control her actions. “I’m a Retriever and you’re my next credit.”
    She kneed the warrior, with everything she had, right in the balls.
    He captured her leg between his thighs. Her eyes widened. Any other male would have collapsed with that move. He leaned forward, pushing his nut sack against her knee.
    “You’re mentally deficient,” she concluded.
    He chuckled, the sound strained. “I’m fully functional, my female.”
    “You allowed me to knee you.”
    He’d blocked her the first time. She suspected he could have blocked her again.
    “You’d continue to try until you were successful.” He was right. She would have. “I’ve endured worse abuse from less beautiful beings.” His eyes glowed.
    He wanted her and she wanted him. She gazed at him. He gazed back. She could easily lose herself in those dark-brown eyes.
    She couldn’t allow that. “You’re my target.”
    “I’m your male.” He lowered her booted feet to the sand. “You’ll accept that connection when I decide to claim you.” He skimmed his free hand over her arms, breasts, stomach, his fingers rough against her bare skin. She trembled and his lips curled upward. “For now, I’ll settle for my name on your lips. Say it and I’ll release you.”
    He’d release her? Her head tilted. “Why would I believe you?”
    “I’d never lie to you.” His erection pushed against her stomach, hard and unrelenting. “You’re my female.”
    “Stop saying that.” She tried to pull away from him.
    His grip on her wrists didn’t loosen. “Say my name, Imee.”
    She wouldn’t. Imee pressed her lips together. Saying his name meant viewing him as a being. She’d feel guilt, pain when she delivered him to his death.
    And she had to do that. She had to retrieve him. Her family’s safety depended on it, on her.
    The blasted male waited, his big body still, his chest rising and falling, caressing her breasts with each breath. His gaze was fixed on her face,