by Aria Bell
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~ Dedication ~
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
EPILOGUE
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Mated to the
Jardan Warrior
Galactic Alien Mates Book One
Aria Bell
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Mated to the Jardan Warrior
Copyright © 2016 by Aria Bell
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First Etopia Press electronic publication: December 2016
~ Dedication ~
To J.R. with love.
CHAPTER ONE
Sergeant Nena Brax
Galactic Space Force
Traveling through hyperspace was one of the least exciting parts of being a space cop. It didn’t matter that I’d been sent to arrest one of the famed Jardan warriors on a distant space station near the galactic rim. The adrenaline rush of a new assignment had worn off hours ago, even though bringing a wanted alien to face justice was one of the more dangerous parts of my job.
Sometimes I filled the travel time with a few naughty VR vids. The naughtier the better, especially if it had been a long time since I’d been laid. A girl was entitled to a little fun. Even an interstellar space officer needed a little spice once in a while, especially so on these long trips from the galactic core to the farthest settlements.
My job was to bring hardened criminals, alien and human alike, to justice in a galactic court. Screw bounty hunters. They had nothing on me. I was Sergeant Nena Brax. I had the full weight of the Galactic Imperium behind me, along with a blaster and a badge.
But right now I was more interested in having the full weight of something hard and hot buried inside me. Like I said, a girl could get a little restless, a little frisky, on long trips alone. I had the ship on autopilot as it traveled through hyperspace. I also had the Virtual Reality setting on my helmet display engaged. And finally, I had the sensation-shift bodyglove on beneath my flight suit, directly against my skin. The bodyglove allowed me to “feel” and “experience” the scene in my goggle display with one hundred percent accuracy. The bodyglove wasn’t regulation approved by any means, but I meant it when I said these hyperspace jumps from the galactic core to the outer rim took forever. This helped take the edge off before a tense takedown of a dangerous alien.
So instead of the controls of my small, sleek space cruiser and the view of stars streaking by the cockpit, my mind was seeing a luxurious suite on the sea resorts of Old Airus. I knelt on a huge, wickedly soft bed. I was completely naked. All around me there were big windows showing the tumultuous green sea of Old Airus. The waves were just as stirred up and wet as my body was at the moment. My juices had soaked my pussy, making me slippery and hot with need. The ache in my core was deep and demanding. It drove all thought from my mind except the need to be fucked and fucked hard.
As I wanted. As I needed.
The male ready to do me was standing nearby. He was a Colbix, an alien species from the planet Iyrus. He was large and sheathed in muscle. His broad shoulders and heavily muscled chest were bare, showing his blue-green skin. His eyes shone bright gold. His molten gaze was riveted on me as if I were the only thing in the world that mattered. That intense stare and the huge bulge in his pants only pushed my desire even higher. Made me hotter. Made me wetter.
I could hardly stand it. I was dizzy with my own desire. So filled with need that my lips parted and I began to pant. If only he would touch my pussy, give me some pleasure just to take the edge off this burning lust. I yearned for the contact with every fiber of my being, from my glistening wet folds all the way to my lust-heady brain.
He did not come to me easy. He made me wait. A smile curved his lips as he watched me squirm. Then his gaze traveled down my nude body, lingering on my breasts where my nipples peaked, so hard and tight they ached for his touch. I moaned, helpless to control the sound from escaping my lips.
“Beg me,” the huge Colbix male demanded.
“I won’t,” I said, panting, even though my body was already begging.
He grunted and slowly, deliberately, skinned down his pants, letting his gigantic cock free. It jutted from his heavily muscled body, long and hard. It was so big around I didn’t think I could encircle it with my thumb and forefinger. The thought of him thrusting that huge cock into me made my knees weak. I was lucky I was already on the bed.
“Beg me,” he said again.
“Please,” I begged, unable to take my gaze from his cock.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me. Fuck me until I can’t move. Please, please, please.”
He smiled at me, full of alpha male assurance. Another hot zing of lust ripped through me. I sat back and spread my thighs for him, letting his eyes feast on my glistening folds, so wet for him. I tilted my head back and watched him through half-lidded eyes.
He came for me, swaggering across the floor to me, that tempting cock swinging hypnotically. I was so wet I was soaking the sheets.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. I needed no more foreplay. Just watching this powerful male had me drenched and ready. Begging him only drove my arousal to new heights.
With one powerful thrust, he sheathed himself in my pussy and sank balls-deep. I gasped with pleasure as my slick pussy stretched to take him. My core fluttered around him with little electric thrills of pleasure. He must have liked the sensation, because he grabbed my hips, withdrew until only his cockhead was in me, and set to ravishing me helpless. And I was helpless enough after only a few strokes of his hard cock ramming home. Helpless and moaning and writhing with pleasure. The orgasm was building fast, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I was going to come hard and soon—
Alarms sounded and the images in the VR display and th
e sensations from my suit cut out as the computer broke into my fantasy world and ruined it. My body still tingled and ached with lust from the pleasure the bodyglove had been replicating, stimulating my body and clit and even deeper—
“Leaving hyperspace in three, two, one…” the bland computer voice announced.
I let out a long, frustrated sigh after my helmet view had switched from the VR scene. I’d abruptly gone from the stunning world where an alien fucked me in the luxurious living quarters on the Old Airus Sea back to the bland technological world of my starship’s tight cockpit. My body was still screaming with need, unsatisfied. My pussy was soaked and throbbing with outrage thanks to my little sex-world masturbation fantasy being cut off before the climax. Literally right before the climax.
Damn computers! So much for a girl taking the edge off.
The streaking stars ended with them returning to pinpricks of light again. The cockpit display field of my small police cruiser showed the huge, irregular shape of Kyel Yost Space Station. The station was made of spherical living areas all connected by long tubular corridors and attached to three massive hangars. The station orbited the large planet of Soepra.
I took manual control of my ship and steered it toward the nearest hangar. My heart was still pounding. My tension was higher than when I’d left. I still felt that edgy need deep in my core because my arousal had been thwarted before my happy ending. I mumbled a curse. I really needed a shower. A cold one. It had obviously been far too long since the last time I’d been laid. Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t had a good fucking since Cahlun, my last boyfriend, and I had split up. Our galactic police careers had taken us in different directions. We’d parted friends, but right now my body wanted something male. Warm. Strong. Ready to fuck. Friend or enemy—when I got this turned on, I didn’t even care.
But I still had a job to do. It took all of my self-control to regain my focus, but I transmitted my standard broadcast greeting to the station. I informed them that Sergeant Nena Brax of the Galactic Police was requesting to dock.
“You are denied landing credentials,” a male voice said over my trans-com. No vid com transmission, audio only. That was different than usual. I immediately began to wonder why.
I felt a snarl twist my lips. “Denied? You really don’t want to do that, buddy.”
“You have no jurisdiction in the outer rim—”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I have a valid warrant to enforce. There are no boundaries on a tier one galactic warrant.”
There was a long pause on the other side of the com. The space flight controller was probably kicking my request up to his supervisor, who was probably boosting it up to his supervisor. This kind of thing happened to me all the time. The key was not to let it get under my skin. Besides, I was landing, one way or another. After having my orgasm denied me, this girl was in no mood to put up with anyone’s crap. I had a blaster and an attitude and ten cargo-hauls’ worth of sexual frustration to take out on anyone, human or alien, who got in my way.
“Who is the warrant for?” the voice on the com finally asked.
“I’d rather not say over an open channel.”
“Either state the name on the warrant or head back to the core,” the faceless voice said smugly.
I bet he didn’t look like that delicious Colbix alien I’d just been fucking. I imagined him more like a Qrezup lizard: sporting a huge head, a teeny tiny body, and great big googly eyes.
“Fine. But if you tip off my target, it will be your ass,” I growled into the com. “Ryrke Zo’dan.” I sent the information on the warrant, picture, vitals, everything, but the channel was unsecured, so any computer monitoring the stream would immediately know I was after Ryrke Zo’dan for murder.
“You are cleared for hangar alpha,” the male voice finally replied after another long pause.
“Thank you very much,” I said, half under my breath, and moved the flight stick to steer my ship toward the correct hangar bay.
But as my ship closed in, another star fighter shot out of the hangar at high speed. I recognized the type instantly. It was a Jardan one-man fighter ship. Highly maneuverable, armored, and armed to the teeth. Instinct told me it was Ryrke. My onboard systems confirmed it a moment later from the markings and transponder code on the ship. I cursed. Ryrke must have intercepted the transmission. Either that, or he’d paid someone to tip him off if the galactic law came sniffing around.
He wasn’t getting away from me though. If he wanted a high-speed interstellar chase, my star cruiser could hang with his anytime, anywhere.
His ship raced toward the planet Soepra, probably looking to lose me in the turbulent upper atmosphere’s magnetic storms. My sensors were already having a difficult time piercing through the interference to get a reading on the surface. If he could scramble my ship’s sensors, he could escape long enough to make a jump to hyperspace with a good chance I’d lose him.
Too bad for him I had all upgraded systems on my cruiser and it wasn’t going to be easy for him. I laughed and patted one of the side panels. “I love you, buddy!” Then I hit full thrusters.
Yes, all my galactic police cruiser ships have been male. Powerful. Sometimes temperamental. Armed to the teeth. It made sense to me.
I raced after Ryrke’s ship. He did a few evasive maneuvers, trying to lose me, but I was too good a pilot for that. Galactic police training was some of the best. I was good and didn’t indulge in any false humility about it either. My heart was pounding hard again, not from lust this time but from excitement.
Our ships rocketed into the upper atmosphere of Soepra. My shields dispersed the magnetic fields and my cutting-edge sensors saw right through the electronic distortion without losing track of his ship as he’d probably hoped.
Suddenly, he sent his ship into a sharp dive, barreling directly for the planet surface.
“Not so fast, Mr. Ryrke Zo’dan,” I mumbled under my breath. I put my ship into an identical dive, keeping right on his tail. My ship’s heat shields could handle the speed and temperature. I powered up my weapons systems. His onboard computers must have been blaring warnings to him when all my weapons switched to live fire mode.
I hit transmit on our ship-to-ship communications. “Ryrke Zo’dan, this is the galactic police. You are under arrest. Put your ship in high orbit and prepare to be towed to the nearest— Whoa!”
A huge array of sparks and smoke and electronic noise shot out of the back of his ship, designed to interfere with my systems and tracking sensors. That wasn’t what surprised me. What surprised me was the extreme loop he put his ship into, pulling straight up and away. Any ace fighter pilot would have envied the maneuver.
But I wasn’t just any pilot either.
I put my ship into a hard loop, keeping on his tail as he tried all kinds of maneuvers to lose me. A tone sounded, telling me I had gunlock on his ship and could fire whenever I wanted to.
We were again streaking for the surface of Soepra. Our ships’ heat shields blazed at the intense speeds we reached in our descent. I didn’t want to open fire yet. If my ion cannons knocked out his onboard systems, his ship would burn up. He’d also burn up right along with it. And there went any chance of the Jardan warrior seeing galactic justice.
“Ryrke, you can’t escape me,” I said into the com. Then I sent him a blitz of information, identification, galactic badge number, all proving I was a legitimate officer and he couldn’t plead before a judge that he thought I was some kind of pirate looking to hijack his ship. “I’ll follow you to the ends of the universe if I have to.”
My trans-com went live as a deep, rumbling voice came over the speakers. “You are skilled, little human female. But I am better.”
“You can call me ‘Sergeant Brax’ when I arrest your ass,” I growled. I wasn’t really offended by the “little female” quip. Dealing with males of any species—human, alien, fish—was all the same. If I let any old male get under my skin with the stupid things they said, I’d wast
e all my time caring, and who had time for that business?
A deep rumble of laughter came over the com. I couldn’t help it. I kind of liked the sound of his laughter. I’d make sure he heard plenty of mine though, when I locked his ass up for trial.
“I admire your spirit, tiny human. You could be Jardan. But you’re not, and whatever you’ve read about me in your reports is wrong.”
Yeah, you won’t be laughing when I punch you with my tiny human fist, I said to myself, already relishing the thought of it. Soon he was going to learn not to insult an officer of the galactic law, especially while leading her on a high-speed chase. A chase that was quickly becoming annoying because she hadn’t managed to catch him yet…
