Levi: Scifi Alien Invasion Romance (Hell Squad Book 15)

by Anna Hackett

  “She in full working order?” a man named Luke asked.

  “Sure is.” Chrissy climbed out of the trike.

  The crew started peppering her with questions.

  Chrissy held up a hand. “Hey, guys, I smell bad, and I have an impending adrenaline crash due. I think I’ll at least shower before I do anything with her.”

  She shrugged away the fib. She wasn’t really feeling like she was going to crash. She felt pumped. She couldn’t believe she’d actually done it! She’d stolen an alien vehicle.

  “Go clean up and get some rest, Chrissy,” Holmes said. “You’ve earned it. And thank you.”

  She pointed to her fellow mechanics. “Don’t break it while I’m gone.”

  Hemi wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug, lifting her off her feet. “You did a fucking good job out there, Red.”

  “Thanks.”

  When he set her down, she headed for the door. Levi fell into step with her.

  “You were awesome out there,” he said. “It was really good work.”

  She glanced his way. “You too.”

  Hot tension stirred between them, making her skin prickle. Her brain was screaming at her to stay the hell away from this man, but her lady parts were saying something very different.

  As soon as they stepped out of the hangar and into the empty corridor, Levi grabbed her. In a split second, Chrissy found herself backed up against the wall.

  She didn’t stop to think. Throwing her arms around his hard body, she leaned up, meeting him halfway.

  His tongue swept into her mouth, his hands slamming into the wall beside her body. She sucked on his tongue and he groaned.

  Then he was kissing her. It was hard, rough, and unapologetic.

  She hated that they were both still in their armor. She wanted skin, and heat, and Levi.

  And, throwing caution to the wind, she decided she was going to take him. She’d been the good girl all her life and look where it had gotten her. Now, it was time to be bad.

  Chapter Ten

  White-hot need thundered through Levi. He liked to fuck when he got back from a mission, high on adrenaline, and filled with the need to celebrate still being alive.

  But for the first time ever, his lust was focused on one particular woman.

  “I want you.” His voice was guttural.

  He bit down on her lush bottom lip and she moaned.

  He dragged his mouth down the side of her neck, sucking the salt off her skin. He raked his teeth over the tendon in her neck and she moved against him.

  “I want to be buried deep inside you.” His voice was a husky growl. “I want you to scream my name when you come this time.”

  Her hands slid into his hair, tugging. She writhed that sexy body against him. “Whose room is closer?”

  Elation tore through him. “Mine.” He scooped her up into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “I’m so fucking hard.” He groaned.

  “Hurry.”

  He moved fast, ignoring everyone they passed. Chrissy kept tormenting him, her lips nipping at his ear.

  When he reached his door, he slammed his hand to the lock. She was kissing his neck and his cock was in agony, trapped behind his armor.

  They needed to shower first. And he had to say, the idea of being in the shower with a naked Chrissy and water running over both of them was one he liked. A hell of a lot.

  He stepped inside and came to a halt.

  “What the hell?” he barked.

  In his arms, Chrissy tensed and lifted her head to look over her shoulder. She tensed even more.

  There was a naked woman in the center of his bed.

  “Hey.” The woman smiled under a cloud of teased brown hair. “Surprise.” She ran her hand down her flat belly, heading toward her bare mound.

  Chrissy struggled to be let down, but Levi kept hold of her. He stared at the woman, thinking that she looked vaguely familiar. Maybe he’d partied with her before? Chrissy squirmed again.

  “How the fuck did you get in here?” he said.

  The brunette stilled, clearly picking up on his mood. “I like to party.” Gamely, she flicked her gaze to Chrissy. “You want a threesome? I could get into that.”

  A strangled sound escaped Chrissy, her cheeks suffused with hot color. “Put me down.”

  “Chrissy—”

  “Let me go,” she hissed.

  Fuck. Levi set her on her feet.

  “I’m an idiot,” she muttered, spinning toward the door.

  He reached for her, his gut tightening. “Chrissy—”

  “No.” She held up a hand. “Don’t touch me.” She backed toward the door. “Just…just forget it. I should have known better.” She flicked a look at the woman. “Enjoy your night.” She charged out the door.

  “Fuck!” Levi turned and kicked the wall. His boot sank into the plaster, leaving a gaping hole.

  The woman on his bed sat up, clutching a silky shirt to her chest. “Ah, this didn’t go how I planned.”

  “Get out.”

  The woman scrambled up, yanking on her clothes. “I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything, I was just after a good time.”

  “Then you should have asked.” Levi shoved a hand through his hair. “How’d you get in?”

  She shrugged a shoulder. “There’s a guy on the tech team…”

  Who she’d charmed. She shot Levi a cautious smile and slipped out.

  Shit. There was only one woman Levi wanted, and right now, if he got anywhere near her, she’d kick, claw, or punch him. Or skewer him with her electro-driver.

  He tore off his upper armor and tossed it. It bounced off the wall.

  He stomped over to his kitchenette. The cupboards were all empty, except for one. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon and twisted the top off.

  Snatching a glass from the sink—he was pretty sure it was clean—he dropped down into a chair and poured a healthy slug into the glass. He picked it up and knocked it back.

  Chrissy hadn’t even given him a fucking chance. He knew he had a reputation, one he didn’t give a shit about. He lived life his own way. But they’d just survived a dangerous mission, and dammit, they’d worked well together.

  He poured another two fingers of bourbon. He was going to sit here and get drunk, because Levi King had never chased a woman. Never.

  He knocked back the bourbon, savoring the burn.

  Then he slammed the glass down on the table. Fuck that. Chrissy Hagan was his. He was claiming that delicious ass of hers all for himself.

  Standing, he stripped the rest of his armor and his clothes off. First, he needed a shower, and then he was going to stake his claim. With his cock lodged deep inside her and her body shaking from multiple orgasms, she’d know just who she belonged to.

  Chrissy sliced through the water. She’d lost count of how many laps she’d done in the Enclave swimming pool.

  Since she’d first arrived here, bruised and battered, the gorgeous underground pool had delighted her. She swum laps a few times a week and ordinarily it soothed her.

  Not tonight.

  She stopped at the end and leaned her head against the cool tiles. It was really late, so she had the place to herself. That, she was grateful for.

  She didn’t need any witnesses to her misery. Dammit to hell. For a second there—

  No. She wasn’t thinking about Levi. She wasn’t becoming a member of his parade of lovers.

  Turning, she pushed off into the water. As she did more laps, her anger didn’t go away. His encouragement out on the mission had meant a lot to her, not to mention the way he’d looked out for her.

  Swimming harder, she decided she needed to be so tired that she’d fall asleep without even thinking about him. When she reached the end of the lap, she paused, chest heaving. When she lifted her head, a pair of boots and jeans stood at the side of the pool and she froze.

  She looked up.

  Damn him for looking so good and so sexy. He’d showered, and for o
nce, he’d left his tawny hair loose. It brushed his broad shoulders.

  “That was quick.” She knew he couldn’t miss the acid in her voice.

  “I didn’t fuck her,” he growled. “She came uninvited. Apparently she conned one of the tech geeks to let her in. I got rid of her two seconds after you ran out.”

  “You should have taken her up on her offer.”

  “Get out of the pool, Chrissy.”

  “I do whatever the hell I want, biker man.” She lifted her chin. “That no longer includes you.”

  Levi reached down and gripped both her wrists. In one move, he pulled her up and out of the pool. Her heart thumped against her chest at the display of strength. Then her feet touched the edge of the pool and she was facing him, water streaming off her.

  He yanked her against him. “Nice bikini, Spitfire.”

  It was tiny and black. She felt water soaking into his worn T-shirt and jeans.

  “You’re getting wet.” She tried to pull away.

  “I don’t care.” He sank a hand into her sopping hair, tugging her head back. “I don’t want anyone else. I want you. I would have explained that back in my room if you’d given me a chance.”

  Chrissy felt the sting of his words. Damn, she had run off like some pent-up schoolgirl.

  “Watching you today, how fucking brave you were. How damn good you are at your work…”

  Now her chest hitched, and she felt something inside her tremble.

  “You’re the entire package, Chrissy. Beautiful, fresh, good, kind, smart, brave.”

  Her heart squeezed.

  Levi leaned down. “I never get beauty. Not the real, deep kind.” His nose ran down her cheek. “Now I’ve tasted it, I want more.”

  This was all too much. Swallowing against the lump in her throat, she tried not to lose herself. Somehow, this man reached down and touched things inside her. Things that had been shriveled and nearly dead for a long time. Her head was still warning her that this sexy biker man, who did whatever the hell he wanted, whenever he wanted it, wasn’t really a good bet.

  She pushed against his chest. She had to get away from him. She knew that sex with Levi was mind blowing, but he was dangerous to her.

  “Not letting you go.” His hands tightened on her. “I want you and you want me.”

  Oh, God. “I’ll make you a deal,” she said, desperation filling her.

  He raised a brow. “I’m listening.”

  “Just sex.”

  Both his brows went up. “Say again.”

  “Let’s have at this until it burns out,” she said matter-of-factly.

  Because it would. Because he’d find some pretty, young thing that caught his interest eventually, and he’d move on. She’d try, but never make him happy. Her entire life, she’d bent over backwards for the people in her life—her father, her sister—and it had never been enough.

  What Chrissy didn’t need was a broken heart on top of trying to survive a damn alien apocalypse.

  “Let’s get this out of our system,” she said boldly.

  She saw something harden in Levi’s eyes. “You just want to fuck, sweet thing? All right, then let’s fuck.”

  When he reached for her, she held her hand up. “I say when and where.”

  Ignoring her, he snatched her off her feet and planted a hard kiss on her lips. “We’ll see.”

  On instinct, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and instantly felt a hard, denim-covered bulge brush between her legs. She bit back a moan.

  A second later, he had her bikini top off.

  “Damn, these are pretty.” He lifted her up, his mouth latching onto one breast.

  Oh, God. Her head fell back and she moaned in pleasure. “Someone…might come in—”

  “I locked the door behind me.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth, licking hard.

  God, so much sensation. She rolled her hips against him.

  He switched to her other breast, his goatee rasping against her skin. Desire was washing over her like a wave.

  “Gonna fuck you hard, Spitfire. So hard you’ll be screaming.”

  She felt the control slipping through her fingers. Maybe this hadn’t been her best idea, after all.

  Then he was moving, striding away from the edge of the pool. He spun her around, lowering her onto the long, low bench where she’d left her towel.

  He set her down on all fours.

  She gripped the edge of the bench. “Levi—”

  “Don’t move. Ass in the air, Spitfire.” His fingers toyed with the ties on the side of her bikini bottoms.

  A millisecond later, the bottoms were gone with a tug, and Chrissy was naked. She felt a rough hand run over her ass, kneading the flesh.

  “Best ass I’ve ever seen, Chrissy.” He delved between her thighs. “And the hottest, tightest pussy.”

  God, what did he have planned? She trembled. He plunged two fingers inside her, and she rocked back against him. So good.

  “Soaked. All just for me.”

  She felt him move behind her, and then she felt his lips and beard scrape her thighs. She quivered.

  “Hold on tight, Spitfire. You’re going to need to.”

  Chrissy suddenly felt like she’d made a deal with the devil. She just hoped she survived it. Survived him.

  Then his mouth was on her, licking and sucking. His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her back on his face. He groaned, a rough sound of pleasure, and it vibrated through her. Then his tongue plunged inside her.

  She arched her back. Oh, God.

  Chapter Eleven

  Damn, she tasted like the sweetest honey. Levi licked Chrissy’s folds, then stabbed his tongue inside her. He could eat her all day long, for every meal. And the little, hungry sounds escaping her were driving him wild.

  She pushed back against his mouth, wanting more.

  Using his lips, tongue, and teeth, he pushed her to the edge. Then he growled against her clit before he sucked it into his mouth.

  Suddenly, her body stiffened and she screamed as she came, her legs shaking around his face.

  Need was like a relentless one-two punch to his gut. His pulse pounding, he rose up behind her, straddling the bench. He opened his jeans and freed his cock.

  He rubbed the swollen head of his cock through her slick folds. Damn, that was a pretty view. His cock looked far too big to fit inside that sweet body.

  “Beg me for it,” he growled.

  “No way.” Her voice was husky. “Just do it.” She looked over her shoulder. Her eyes were glazed, but blazing with challenge. She rubbed against him, his cock notching at her entrance.

  He couldn’t wait another second. He needed to be inside her. He pushed forward, and with a single thrust, he filled her to the hilt.

  She moaned, a hot, hungry sound.

  Levi gripped her hips, and then started slamming into her. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. Damn, that ass and those curves were perfection.

  He sped up, until the only sound echoing through the room was of flesh slapping flesh. He felt his orgasm tightening inside him, but he gritted his teeth. He was going to make her come again first.

  For the first time in his life, he wished he could see his lover’s face as he fucked her. Next time, he wasn’t fucking her from behind.

  “I want you to come again, Spitfire.”

  She just moaned.

  Levi slid one hand under her and found her clit. He rolled the swollen nub between his fingers.

  “Yes,” she cried.

  He felt her body tensing and he leaned over her. He pressed his mouth to her ear.

  “Say my name this time, Chrissy. Otherwise, I’ll keep fucking you right here until you do.” He slowed down, dragging his cock out of her.

  “Be quiet,” she pleaded. “Just keep moving.”

  He slid inside her slowly, and pulled out. He gave her clit another squeeze. “I’ll make this slow and long. And if you don’t say my name, next up, I’ll fuck that pretty
face of yours, and then eat you again. Then I’ll make you ride me…”

  She moved against him. “That’s…not much of a deterrent.”

  When he pulled out of her again, she made a frustrated cry.

  She looked back at him. “Levi.”

  Yes. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He gripped her hips hard, and resumed thrusting inside her. Damn, she was perfect—beauty and sweet, mixed with hot and dirty.

  When he rolled her clit again, she came.

  “Levi!” Her body clamped down on his cock.

  And the sound of his name on her lips drove him over the edge.

  He slammed into her, over and over, until he filled her, holding himself deep. He wrapped an arm around her chest, yanking her back against him. Her head hit his shoulder, and his roar joined her cries, as he poured himself inside her.

  As Levi pulled out of her, Chrissy bit her lip to keep from crying out.

  Everything was too much. Levi was too much, and all the feelings inside her were too much. She felt like he’d stripped everything away and left her bare and out of control.

  She turned and sprawled on the bench. God, her legs felt like jelly. She wondered if she could even stand.

  Levi sat there, legs straddling the bench, his cock still free. She licked her lips. He hadn’t really softened that much.

  “Like what you see, Spitfire?” A satisfied drawl.

  Chrissy felt her belly quiver. Sex. Just sex, remember. She wanted some control back, and she wanted to drive that smug look off his face.

  She moved back up on her hands and knees, crawling toward him.

  He cocked a brow. “Feeling hungry?” He leaned back.

  She stopped between his legs, pressing a hand to his hard thigh. “I want that big cock in my mouth. I’m planning to show you how hard I can make you come.”

  His muscles tensed. “I just emptied myself in your tight pussy, Chrissy. I know.”

  “You haven’t seen anything yet, biker man.”

  His breath hitched. “Fuck.”

  She palmed his cock and a groan vibrated through him. Power trickled through her. Oh, yeah, she liked having him under her, eager and hungry. She looked into his hooded eyes, then lowered her head.