Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Astrid Cooper
Word Count :126590
Publication Date :1999-11-30
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-144-5
The Starlight series compiled into one volume
Samantha Sinclair will never trust another man, but her friends decide to lure her out of her celibacy with a special Christmas gift—a night with a sensualator. John-Kuno is no ordinary man. He takes Sam away from her fears, her homogenized, synthesized existence and introduces her to the enigmatic, sensual world of the shifters. With their starlight passion burning brighter than a supernova, John and Sam do not know that in the cold reaches of space a monster is biding his time. He demands nothing less than the universe as his due, starting with Sam, but first he must destroy John and the whole race of humans and their shifter allies.
“How can you disappoint anyone?” She meant it as a compliment, but for a second she thought she saw his eyes harden, narrow.
“Harimal, my half-brother is felinus.”
Sam paused, her mind echoing with the disclosure, with the pronunciations: Ha-rrrrimal and fe-lin-usss. “Your brother is a cat-shifter?”
“Mm. My mother was human, my father, felinus.”
She frowned at him. “And you wished you were, also?”
He lifted back to study her, his gaze narrowed. “Very perceptive for a…”
“For a what?”
“A human.” He traced his knuckles over her cheek. “My tastes are a hybrid of man and cat. Which would you prefer me to be, Samantha?”
His smile was tender. “Most women would demand the exotic.”
She shrugged. “A sensualator is exotic enough for me. I’m not most women, just Samantha. I don’t think I could face a felinus…or any shifter. From what I’ve heard, I’d be eaten alive.”
John laughed. “Honey, what makes you think I’m not going to eat you?”
She stared at him. “I…um…”
“Cat got your tongue?”
“You’re playing with me!”
“Right now, you don’t understand what it is to play, but at the end of tonight, you’re gonna know its meaning good and proper.”
She reached out and ran her fingers across his cheek. His lips strained to capture her hand. She gasped as the liquid fire of his tongue swirled against her palm. Drawing off his hair-tie, she finger-combed his hair, smoothing it around his neck. Unusual, the texture of his hair. Like velvet, but not. She frowned.
“Is that all you wanted to do?” he asked.
“Then tell me what you want.”
“For…for you to…you know.”
“I need for you to tell me—exactly—what you want.” His gaze held hers.
The silence in the bedroom beat against her ears. “I want you to love me…thoroughly.”
“Love you? That’s a polite word, Samantha. Is love what you truly want? I’m here to fuck you. But if you have a preference as to how, then please be specific.”
Samantha flushed, then laughed as she saw the glint in his eye. “You’re teasing me.”
“I’m not. Yet. But I mean it, if there is something you want, a fantasy that will please you, then all you have to do is tell me. I can be very accommodating.”
“I’m sure you can.”
“Is that censure in your voice, honey? I am what I am. You want the illusion of a lover; you want me to whisper undying love in your ear? Do you really want the lie, when the truth is so much better?” He studied her. “Does it disgust you that I’m not fully human? Your friends seemed to think it wouldn’t matter to you, when they made the booking. I have to disclose my breed to the client—another law…” He couldn’t keep the bitterness from his voice.
“But that’s discrimination! Doesn’t the Galactic Equal Rights Tribunal—?”
“You should have seen the draft law before the Tribunal watered it down. Certain groups have always lobbied against shifters.”
Sam stared. “But felinus and humans fought and died side by side in the starlord wars. That’s all the thanks you get?”
He stroked the back of her hand. “Don’t worry about it, honey, shifters have powerful allies. Starwatch, for example; its directors know how to fight for us.” His gaze was intense. “Is my breed acceptable to you, Samantha?”
She touched her lips to his.
“So you would like for me to stay?” He purred.