Page 2 of Star Claimed Omega
‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you.’
The vocalization slid through the smoke like a blade through silk.
Deep, husky, threaded with a primal, commanding amusement.
She froze. Her hand hovered in the air.
She didn’t turn.
‘Why not?’ she asked, her utterance a cool counterpoint to the heat of the moment.
‘Because it’s bristling with five kilotons of phaseline-triggered magnetic charge,’ the timbred burr growled. ‘Enough to atomize your boots and punch your bones through the farwall. I’d hate to see that happen to such an attractive terror like you.’
‘You’re testing me,’ she clipped, irritated. ‘I’ll warn you, I have a quick reaction when it comes to bullshit.’
As she spoke, she spun, her heels squealing on the metal floor.
Her blaster came up, primed and ready to fire.
Her gaze found empty air.
She caught a whistle, followed by a deep, timbred chuckle. ‘Damn, if you’re not part sweet, part savage.’
‘Where thefokkare you?’ she hissed.
‘Right here, beautiful.’
The atmosphere shimmered with a ripple of disturbed light.
A silver glimmer expanded into a swirling vortex of color, mauve, obsidian, and gold, that coalesced into a form.
He flickered into view like a bad dream, like a god caught mid-shift: Part-man, part-spectral energy.
His body, hell, was sculpted, muscled, tall.
Broad shoulders, a lean waist, thick thighs braced like a soldier.
The shimmer surrounding him revealed brief flashes of dusky skin and radiant heat, like starlight trapped in flesh.
However, it was his eyes that seized her attention.
They were freakin’ beautiful. Piercing in amethyst and sapphire.
He didn’t flinch, nor lift a weapon.
Hell, he had none, yet she still got the sense he had enough power at the tips of his fingers to savage her and her crew to pieces.
His eyes bore through her, a slow, knowing, smoking hot smile on his face.
He gave off such a potent, musky masculinity that for a moment, her desire, long hidden away, flared, and she wondered what those lips would feel like on hers.
Damn.
A wave of shouts and the thump of rushing feet filled the corridor behind him and broke through her reverie.
A chorus of warnings lodged in her throat.
‘Wait! Don’t engage!’
