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was slow to recover.
    The man on the bed shifted and leaned forward, nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air. He obviously liked what he smelled because he slid down onto all fours and crawled toward Samantha like a predatory cat. His muscular shoulders stretched at his uniform, and he moved with a fluid grace that should not have been possible.
    Samantha shuddered and shook her head, weakly pulling the blanket tighter around her. “No,” she whispered.
    She wanted to stand and run . To claw at him and put red slashes across that beautifully sharp and sculpted face. To scream…
    Yet her body didn’t respond, and her heart raced when her hands refused to lift in defense. She could only close her eyes and whimper.
    His han ds brushed against her jaw line. His touch was warm and unexpectedly soft despite the curved claws. He leaned close until he was only inches from her lips, and his warm, mint-laced breath seemed to fill her head and crack her body’s reserves, and she felt herself heat up in response, and a thick wetness dripped down her inner thigh.
    The man made a deep sound in his throat, something between a moan and a rumble, and pressed his chest against her shoulder, burying his face in her neck. A layer of soft hair covering his cheek tickled her skin, and the smell of kitten fur mingled with overpowering mint. His lips trembled against her neck before mouth locked onto the suddenly feverish skin of her collarbone, and his rough, hot tongue licked long, wet circles in a slow, unsteady rhythm.
    She tried to lift her arms to push him away, but her limbs refused to cooperate. Her breath hitched in her throat as he pulled the blanket away and used one arm hooked behind her lower back to lay her gently on the floor and the other to push her legs apart.
    “P-please…” She managed, her voice barely above a whisper.
    The man’s hands stopped at his waistband and his head jerked up, eyes searching her face. A single tear dripped down Samantha’s cheek, and his eyes widened as the first sign of emotion became clear on his face:
    Confusion.
    Samantha held her breath as she waited on her back. Another tear followed the first as she stared up at him. “Please… don’t.”
    Quicker than she could blink, the man was off of her and standing on the other side of the bed, his eyes narrowed and brow furrowed. He stared at her a moment, and then began to pace uncomfortably back and forth across the small space of the room.
    Control returned to Samantha’s hands and feet once he was out of close range, and she scrambled back to her corner of the room and huddled under the blanket. She swallowed and fought against her body’s urge to fly across the room and tackle the man to rip his shirt off.
    What’s wrong with me?
    She paused, staring as the very upset alien growled to himself as he paced uneasily around the room.
    It seems he’s wondering the same thing, she realized after a moment.
    She remembered how the girls on the night of the invasion had simply given u p—or rather thrown themselves—to the uniformed men at a simple touch, and reasoned that the aliens were probably were not used to getting turned down.
    The panic that had been growing in her stomach settled, enough so that she stopped trembling and could breathe again to observe the pacing alien. Standing, she realized he was smaller than the aliens she’d seen the night before; though he stood close to six feet tall and probably weighed just under two hundred pounds. Long legs moved solidly beneath the slim-fitting uniform, and the clasps on the front of his shirt stretched taught across his broad chest. His wide shoulders hunched forward as he moved about like a caged—
    “Tiger,” she whispered.
    The man stopped. Looked over at her with a blank face.
    Samantha’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t realized she’d spoke out loud. She sat, frozen, staring back into the golden orbs regarding her. Then her stomach betrayed her and growled, loud and angry.