Anger and frustration rolled through Archon in equal amounts as he watched Cael walk away from him. He’d almost had her, had gotten so close that every cell in his body ached to feel what her lips tasted like. Even now, the sensation of her slender curves pressed against him was imprinted on his memory banks for all time. And, s**t, that dark look in her eyes as she’d peered up at him, filled with the sort of need and longing he’d always dreamed to see there one day... it was enough to fry his onboard.
shit, Lana’s words hung in the air and he turned on her.
“What do you want, Lana?”
His snarl was blunt and direct, perhaps not the best way to be dealing with a victim of whatever she’d been through. The bruises and cuts on her face, the obvious marks of her violent ordeal as she’d escape
