Coletti Warlords: Vexing Voss Read Online Free Page B

hands off my breasts.
    He feathered caresses across my nipples. “Can you resist my touch, my possession?”
    I shuddered at the sensation. Good question. I might have his full, undivided attention, but at least he was keeping his distance.
    “You will soon beg for me to take you.”
    “That will never happen.”
    The Battle Commander arrogantly answered. “Are you so very sure?”
    “Never gonna happen,” I stated defiantly.
    Voss’s tongue stroked my clitoris, and his oh-so-amused eyes watched as my hips bucked helplessly. “Are you a screamer?”
    I fought back the raw need and hissed, “Your touch disgusts me.”
    “No, it does not.”
    My knees buckled as his hot mouth closed over my clit. He licked, suckled, and nibbled my swollen bud of flesh, enflaming every nerve ending. I heard my shallow, ragged, desperate pants as he drove his tongue deep inside me. “Stop!”
    “You are mine, little warrior.” Voss tweaked my nipples, sending an explosion of pleasure racing over me.
    I knew Coletti warlords were experts at mental sex, but sweet Jesus! He made me want and need to feel a man’s touch again. Paul had been the only man in my life. How could I betray him? I focused on his handsome face and fought the Battle Commander’s seduction.
    Voss replaced his merciless tongue with two long fingers. He pumped into me hard and deep.
    My eyes rolled back in my head as the flames grew and blossomed, sweeping me into a maelstrom of need.
    His mind pushed into mine. “You belong to me.”
    I whimpered as the Battle Commander’s powerful arms lifted me. He filled my senses, stole all reason.
    Voss’s lips closed over mine, and his tongue invaded, tasted, possessed. He began thrusting into my mouth, the rhythm matching the movement deep inside me.
    His every touch twisted the coil of arousal tighter and tighter.
    My inner muscles clamped around his marauding fingers. No! I had. To…
    Oh God. Oh my God.
    Stop him.
    “Come for me, little one.” He wielded an expertise that had me writhing under his mental seduction.
    Paul’s familiar face vanished from my memory and was replaced by Voss’s hard features.
    He rolled my clit with his thumb, and wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through me. A scream tore from me as I climaxed.
    “So very responsive,” Voss purred in satisfaction.
    No. No. No. He wasn’t just in my head any longer. I could feel his hands stroking my body. I had to stop him before it went any further. With what little sanity I had left, I drew my tranquilizer gun and shot him in the chest. “I win.”
    “Have you?” Voss pulled the dart out and smelled it. “Diatryman root.”
    “Detja used it on the Overlord, so I figured it would work on you too.”
    Voss threw his head back and laughed. “A well-planned strategy, but once again a futile one.”
    I squirmed against this crushing grip. That wasn’t quite the response I was expecting. Why wasn’t he falling over? He should be unconscious by now.
    The Battle Commander speared one large hand into my hair, forcing my head back and exposing my neck. His tongue rasped over my pulse point.
    Sheer blind panic flared to life. If he took my blood, he could find me anywhere, any time he wished. “No! Let go of me.”
    “Never.” Voss buried his fangs painfully deep.
    Every suck sent fire racing to my pussy. I beat frantically at his mind. “Stop! Damn you. Stop!” My willpower was fading rapidly.
    His grip loosened. A second later, the Battle Commander slumped to the floor.
    My breath coming in sobbing gasps, I wiggled out from under the warlord’s massive body and gave him a hard kick. “I am not nor will I ever be yours.”
    A growl sounded in my head. “Mine.”
    “Oh my God!” I shot to my feet and swayed unsteadily for a moment. That’s when I noticed my jeans were unbuttoned and pushed down around my knees along with my panties. Shit! I yanked them up.
    My frantic gaze settled on the warlord sprawled at my feet. Oh thank God. He still