by Shyla Colt
"Do you think we could do something like this again … soon?”
"I think we could swing it."
"Great." She couldn't help but think his relief was a bit adorable. The intensity with them hadn't faded, but today they seemed to feed it in a different way. And if you want to keep it that way you better get out of here. The inside of her thighs grew warm, and her breasts began to feel heavy.
"We'll make plans soon. I actually have some things I need to take care of tonight, and if I stay here any longer that won't happen." Rivka gave him a slow once over. Had his shoulders always looked so broad in that sweater? His nostrils flared, and his eyes darkened with lust. He cleared his throat.
"You're right. You should head out of here."
"Thank you again for the day. It was nice." She rose to her feet, grabbed her clutch and walked off as slowly as she dared. The Wanting was like a flame that never fully extinguished and flared at will. As she stepped into the cold she turned to look over her shoulder one last time. The goofy grin Bastien wore threw her off kilter. He looked like he'd won a million bucks. A smile snuck up onto her lips. A warm feeling spread in her chest before she pushed it aside.
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I'm alive! Tavel pried his eyes open. His vision wavered as water welled up in his eyes and slid down onto his face. His body ached like he'd been in a fight, and his throat was dry. He swallowed to moisten his mouth and did a mental check of his bones. Nothing felt broken or misaligned. Gritting his teeth he forced his body into a sitting position. His muscles cried out in protest, and he moaned. Head bowed he breathed through the pain. A few moments later he had gathered himself enough to gain his feet. Hunched over he hobbled his way to the adjoining bathroom. His heart missed a beat. The face looking back at him was one he hadn't seen since he left Tagget. He brought his shaky hands up to examine his skin. It was smooth and supple. His hair was restored to its original blond. The wrinkles around his eyes and his mouth were gone completely. After all this time I got my miracle! He threw his head back and laughed. He'd get all of his children started on his pills. An unending supply to sustain him, assuming he even needed it. His brain worked overtime as he thought about how he could make produce the pills in mass quantity. Once he got himself stabilized he could tweak the formula to make them just like him. A band of super beings to command! Oh yes, this was worth the lengthy wait.
Chapter Seventeen
Zasha looked down at the phone vibrating on her desk and grinned. It was Kade! She pressed answer and routed the call to the slender, black device in her ear.
"Please tell me you found something."
"I think so. I've managed to narrow the compounds down to two planets."
"Two is better than the infinite number we had previously."
"That was my thought…"
"You're hesitating. Why?"
"Because in order to test my hypothesis I'd have to go these places. I’m missing a key component in this compound. I think it's a very specific, possibly located in one particular place. Things like that aren't catalogued as well, and both planets are quite remote."
"What are you planning on doing to figure this out?"
"That's why I was calling. I need to set up a team and go on an expedition."
"Wait, you need to do what?" Images of Kade clad in a white NASA spacesuit danced in her head. They had their own ways of space travel.
"I know. It's extreme, but it's the only way to be precise, and I get the feeling we're under a deadline here. Which means I need to cut through a lot of red tape."
"That's putting it lightly.” Space travel took a lot of paper work and wasn't frequent by any means. It took a lot of negotiating and agreements on the part of both parties, and before any of this could begin it had to be approved by Phelan.
"I know it's a tall order. But if anyone could do it you could. The P.I.U. works separately from the government, so that helps a lot. I'm more worried about Phelan at this point. He'll want us all close by with everything going on. "
"Yes, but you plead a good case, K. It's why you're the politician of the family."
He chuckled. "That's a nice way of putting it. Can you start warming him up?"
"I can try. What do you want me to say?"
"Just tell him I was talking about putting a team together to do more in-depth research."
"Well, that's not a problem. I've actually been meaning to talk to you about a woman I'd like to bring on to the project. You may have heard of her, Dr. Guerin."
"Ivy Guerin. The leading human geneticist in the alien genetics field!"
The excitement in his voice made her smile. "I see you’re familiar with her work."
"Of course, the woman’s brilliant."
"Good, I'm hoping she'll join the cause."
"She likes to be challenged. I don't think you'll have a problem."
"Maybe you could write up the letter. I don’t speak…"
"Geek?"
"At the risk of sounding awful, yes. If you want me track it, hunt it down, and bring it to justice, I'm your girl. Reason and talk about complex things like particles and compounds … meh."
"I got you, sis. I'll work it on it today."
"I like this sibling thing."
"Don't be too quick to say that. We haven't embarrassed you yet."
She smiled. "Well you certainly made my day. I've been waiting for a break on this case for awhile."
"I know you have. One thing I can promise you, Tavel will be brought to justice. He's done a lot to the D'Shars and our time to collect his debt is close at hand." She'd never heard Kade speak to frankly. It reminded her that the blood of warriors ran through all their veins.
"I look forward to that day."
"Me too. Thanks again for greasing the wheels on this."
"No problem. I'll chat up the Chief today."
"Excellent. See you later."
"Later, bro."
They disconnected, and she glanced out the glass window toward the largest office. Now was probably as good a time as any to talk to Chief Varner. She made her way out of the office, pausing at the door to knock.
"Come on in." She stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
"Hey Chief, do you have time to talk?"
"Sure, Johnson, or should I say D'Shar? Come on in."
Once she was seated at the desk across from him he spoke.
"You coming to tell me you're ready to start maternity leave?"
"No, Sir."
"Yeah, I didn't think so." He leaned back in the chair. He was a weathered man with salt and pepper hair, thick eyebrows that moved with his expressions as he talked, and a stocky frame that was impressive for being in his fifties.
"You've never been one to bite your tongue. I like that about you, so don't go changing it now."
"Yes, Sir … I just talked to Kade D'Shar. He'd been working on finding out what Tavel's M.O. is and from what he left behind at the crime scene he thinks he has his supplies narrowed down to two planets."
"Does he need to go on site to finish his research?"
"Yes, Sir."
"So we're talking space travel?"
"Yes, Sir."
He sighed. "This Tavel guy isn't stable, and he's antsy. That's dangerous. We'd need some of our people in on this."
"I actually wanted to bring someone in on the case. A specialist, her name is Dr. Ivy Guerin. She's known as the top human geneticist in the Alien Gene field. I think she could work as a bridge, catch the things our teams have missed working separately. I've done some research and written up a report."
"Good, leave it on my desk before the day’s over."
"You're approving it?"
"Unless there's a glaring flaw in your logic on paper, yes. I want to get this guy off the streets and into an interrogation room. There's no telling what he's been doing while he skulked around under all our noses. Thinking about it keeps me up at night. It's like a bad science fiction movie." He shook his head. "You can't fight what yo
u don’t understand. So, I'm willing to gather that knowledge any way we can. Then we need to put a lid on it and contain it. Can you imagine the panic this would cause among the public? People are still wrapping their heads around the fact that aliens aren’t green, four feet tall, and out to get us. We can’t afford a set back, or a war between two species. It'd destroy us. No, keeping the balance and the peace is top priority. Why else do you think I'd allow you to work a case you're so involved in?"
"I suspected."
"These are desperate times, my girl. Tell him when the time comes, things will be ready on my end. Go ahead and contact the Doc too, but for now, keep things between us."
"Yes, Sir."
"Good, now get out of my office before the others suspect something."
She stood and headed out of the room. They were sitting on top of a powder keg. She hoped they could put out the fuse in time. One down, one to go.
Zasha left home early, crept into her room and changed over to a knee-length black skirt and an off-the-shoulder blue sweater. She used to be a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl, but her burgeoning pregnancy was ending that as she hit the in-between stage. Maternity shopping would be necessary soon. She mussed her hair, applied a touch of chocolate-flavored lip balm, and turned away from the mirror. Time to go seduce my husband. When she reached the office, the door swung open, and she was enveloped in a strong pair of arms and pulled inside. The door shut behind her, and she giggled as he nuzzled her neck.
"You got off work early today."
"I thought I'd surprise you," she said.
"Mission accomplished and very much appreciated." His hands ran down her back and cupped her bottom through the skirt. She moaned. Even after all these months the spark between them burned bright and white hot.
"Mhmm. Did you miss me?"
"I always miss you." Coming from someone else that would be descriptive, but from Phelan it was literal. The thought melted her. She buried her fingers in his dark hair and leaned back to meet his gaze.
"Me too."
He lowered his lips to hers, and her body went up in flames. She gripped his shoulders hard as her knees went weak. Tongues tangled, teeth nipped, and he lifted her leg to wrap around his hip. The bulge in his slacks rubbed against her moist panties. In need of more she used her powers to remove her panties. I'm loving this molecule manipulation more and more. With a thought she removed his jeans and boxer briefs next. He pulled away and flashed a devilish grin.
"Well done, my Queen. Let's move this to the couch."
He lifted her into his arms, and she giggled. They sank down onto the couch, and she moved to straddle his lap. Zasha rubbed her center over his stiff shaft and moaned.
"You're so wet."
"This is what you do to me, Mr. D'Shar."
He gripped her hips and pressed her against him as he rocked up. She moaned.
"Don't tease."
"Then guide me home, sweet girl." She lifted herself up onto her knees and leaned down to palm him. She stroked him and guided him to her center, easing down to engulf him in her heat.
"Oh God." She slid down and paused, relished the feel of fullness he always brought. When she began to move they set a languid, steady pace. Her head fell back. She braced her hands against his chest, planted her feet on either side of his legs, pushed up and sank down.
"Just like that, Zash. You're so damn tight."
She flexed her muscles. "Fuck! You're going to make me come."
"That's the point, lover." She sped up, ignoring his attempt to keep things slow and sweet. I'm pregnant, not made of porcelain. Every now and then a girl needs a good dicking down. Her chest heaved, and her walls quivered as he gave in and pounded into her.
She gripped his shoulders. "Just like that, Phe. Just like that."
"Shit! I'm gonna come, baby, I'm gonna come."
"I'm right there with you."
She slammed down on him, and he cried out, holding her close as he exploded. A steady stream of hot cum shot off inside her, pushing her over the edge, and she joined him in ecstasy.
Later when they were cleaned and re-clothed, she leaned her head back and looked up from her position cuddled next to him on the couch.
"I wanted to talk to you about something."
"What's up?" he asked.
"I need your support on a concept I ran by the Chief today. I want to put together a specialized team to try to figure out what Tavel was using and why.”
"Sounds good. What do you need from me?"
"The okay to take Kade and put him on this. I'm calling in Dr. Guerin, who’s the only human specialist on alien genetics, and I think the two would be an excellent bridge."
"Yeah, Kade is good at soothing things over, no matter what the situation is. Consider it done."
"Thanks, Phe."
"Of course, honey." He gave her a gentle squeeze around her waist. "I hate to do this. But I need to finish off the paper work on my desk." She glanced over at the pile of folders and winced. Even with his ability to speed read that was a lot of work. Zasha stood with a groan.
"It's okay. I think I'll go get a snack before dinner."
"Thank you for the sneak attack."
"Anytime, gotta keep the spice now that we’re married." She walked toward the door.
"I don't think I'll ever have that problem with you. I look at you, and it's all I can do not to pull you down on the floor and have my way with you."
The words stopped her in her tracks. Her eyes grew wide. "You still feel that way?"
"I will forever feel that way." How does this man always manage to say exactly what I didn’t know I needed to hear?
"Maybe you should act on those thought sometime."
"I think I will." His gaze smoldered.
"I need to go before we end up back on that couch.”
"You're right. You do."
She opened the door and closed it behind her, giggling. Never in a million years would she imagine she'd be married to an Alien King and loving every minute. Even when they disagreed or fought she never doubted his love for her or his fidelity. It was amazing to see the phrase "sometimes the good can come out of the worse evil" in action, because without Tavel … none of this would ever have happened. It was mind blowing.
Chapter Eighteen
"I want to try something with you, but I need you to trust me," Rivka said. Her voice was breathy, and her eyes were glazed over with lust.
"Those are famous last words."
"I promise I'll make it worth your while."
"When you put it like that it's pretty much impossible to say no."
"Good." Her voice was a silky purr that sent blood rushing to his cock. "You like a bit of pain, right?"
"What's your definition of a bit?"
"Nails." She raked her fingernails over his chest. "Teeth." A gentle nip to his neck accompanied her words. He groaned. "A little something more." She trailed her fingertips down his arm, and he jerked away at the warmth she spread.
"W-what was that?" The sensation was on the border of burning. She blew onto the area, and he cried out at the tingling aftermath.
"A little Priestess magic. What feels good when being used to heal turns into a very different sensation when used for other things." She climbed into his lap on the couch "Will you let me show you?"
"Mhmm, yes."
She buried her hands in his hair. "You spoil me."
"You deserve it." A moment passed.
"Do you really mean that?"
"I don't say things I don't mean, Rivka. You should know that by now."
"How can you?" She tilted her head to the side
"I think the better question would be how could I not? We were chosen to be together for a reason. We suit well. I might have fudged up our start, but I refuse to let that affect the rest of our story." Bastien placed his hands on her hips. "You're beautiful inside and out. I'm fascinated by every new thing I learn. Each facet of Rivka fascinates me." He smoothed back her hair. "Regard
less of how long it takes us to get there one day we'll be exactly where we're supposed to be."
"You really believe that, don't you?"
"I have to." It's the only way I can live with myself.
"Hmm." She looked thoughtful, but remained silent as she studied him. "Food for thought, but now is not the time for thinking. Close your eyes." He swallowed down the protest that wanted to fly from his mouth and shut his eyes. The quiet hum and warmth told him she was using her powers.
"Open them."
His eyes opened, and his mouth flopped open. He had no words for the vision in front of him. Dressed in a leather corset and knee-high, black boots with four-inch heels, she looked ready to deliver punishments he'd be happy to receive. The black material hugged her curves and pressed her firm mounds together. Her well-sculpted thighs squeezed his waist as she drew his attention upward. He smiled. She was wearing a facsimile of his uniform hat. She took the brim in two fingers and grinned.
"I thought you'd like this." She ran her hands down her body, and his mouth watered. "We need to take this to the bedroom to make things more … comfortable." She moved off his lap and stood. He followed her lead.
When they reached his bedroom she paused at the foot of the king-sized, four-poster bed covered with black satin sheets and a red comforter folded in half at the end of the bed.
"Lie down." He hesitated. It always felt a bit wrong to be on the receiving end of orders. Rivka sashayed ran a finger time his chest. "You have to play by the rules if you want to have fun, General."
He sank down onto the edge of the bed and lay on his back with his body tense and his breath held.
"Good job, General." She glanced down. "I have a surprise for you. Are you ready to see?"
"Shit, yeah." She swung her leg up onto the bed, and he growled deep in his throat. Crotch-less panties revealed her wet quim.
"Do you like them?" She moved her hands down to spread her pussy lips wide. "Do you see how wet I am for you?"
"See it? I smell it." He growled.
"You want to taste it?"
"Fuck yes."
"Good." Rivka climbed onto the bed, kneeling over his face. "Make me come, General."
