Sweet Alien Savage (Zerconian Warriors Book 4)

by Sadie Carter

  “Sorry, Mila.” He closed off that part of his thoughts. Their bond had developed quickly and was much stronger than he had realized.

  “So, Zac, did you sneak out of Aline’s bed to kill Sally. Why? Was she threatening to tell Aline that you were sleeping with her?”

  “What? No. I love Aline. Why would I cheat on her?”

  Koran could tell he was sincere and he knew Mila too.

  “Then why keep the tablet quiet? Who is GM?”

  “GM?” Zac asked, bewildered. “I don’t know. Why would I know?”

  Mila sighed and Koran stepped forward. He just stood there, staring down at Zac. “Why did you keep the tablet from us?”

  Zac swallowed nervously, his breath increasingly growing faster. “Because I wanted to solve the murder! I kept it quiet as an advantage, only I couldn’t hack into the damn thing!”

  Mila placed her hands on her hips, giving the sweating man an exasperated look. “This was just about ego? For God’s sake, Zac.”

  “I wanted Aline to see me as someone she could respect, instead of just a fuck buddy. She used to call me whenever it suited her, whenever she had an itch she needed scratched. I was her call boy. I wanted to be more. So I kept the tablet to myself.”

  “You couldn’t hack the tablet and yet you were able to scramble the origin of that vid?” Mila asked.

  Zac grew pale. He licked his lips. “I, um…”

  “You what? Who helped you, Zac?”

  “Bastian. He’s the one who put the vid together and transmitted it.”

  “Aline said your brother did it,” Mila stated. Her face didn’t display her feelings, but Koran could feel her betrayal and sadness at her sister’s lies.

  “She didn’t know about Bastian’s role. He didn’t want anyone else knowing. So I made up that lie about my brother. I don’t have a brother. I have no one.”

  ***

  Mila watched as the guards led Zac away. “I feel sorry for him. He did it all because he loves Aline.”

  “He chose to do what he did,” Koran told her.

  “I’m glad our relationship isn’t based on love.”

  “You are?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Love does weird things to people. My father claimed to love all of his wives, but he cheated on each of them. Zac claims to love Aline, so he did all these things to impress her. Love sucks. I’ll have security pick up Bastian.”

  Her tablet pinged. “We have three matches to the initials GM. Gina Marshall. George Moran and Greg Man. I think we can rule Gina out.”

  Koran nodded. “The neighbors said it was a male. So that leaves George and Greg.”

  “George is nearly seventy and talking about retirement. He wouldn’t have the strength to strangle Sally.”

  “And Greg?” he asked.

  “In his forties. Quiet guy. I would never have guessed it would be him, but then I suppose killers don’t go around with a sign advertising their guilt. I’ll have security pull him in. Even if he isn’t our murderer, he might be able to direct us to who is.”

  She spoke into her communicator. “I better update Aline too.” Aline had chosen to wait in her quarters while they used her office. Normally these interrogations would have fallen to Zac’s second in command. But because they didn’t know who was involved, Aline had told Mila to handle it and record the sessions.

  “Funny, I kind of forgot that in proving Darac was innocent, I would be putting the guilt onto someone else I know.”

  “You do not put the guilt on anyone. Someone killed her. That was their choice.”

  “Yeah.” She nodded, but still looked sad.

  “Mila, I can handle this.” He would spare her all of this if she would let him.

  “No.” Mila shook her head tiredly. “Aline gave me this task. I can handle it.”

  “I have no doubt of that. You are very strong.”

  “I don’t feel strong right now. I feel like I could shatter at any moment.” When she glanced up at him, her eyes glittered with tears.

  Following his instinct, Koran pulled her into his arms, holding her close.

  “All will be well, Mila.”

  “Yeah? How can you be so sure?”

  “Because I have you and you have me. Together we are strong. We can conquer all.”

  She sniffled, pulling back. “I think that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said.”

  “I am not a romantic man. I don’t know how to be romantic and I probably never will.”

  She patted his chest. “It’s okay, big guy. I know that.”

  “I will get you flowers,” he said suddenly. “And eat on the ground with you.”

  “Um, okay. Flowers are nice. Eating on the ground is odd, but if that’s what you want.”

  He nodded with satisfaction. “Good. There, I have been romantic.”

  Amusement filled her at how happy he was with himself. “You really can be sweet.”

  “I am not sweet.” He looked deeply offended.

  She patted his arm. “Sweet in a tough, savage, manly sort of way.”

  “Hmph.”

  “Wonder what’s taking them so long to find him?”

  “Perhaps he has run?” Koran suggested.

  “There isn’t anywhere he can go. He wouldn’t last long in the jungle.” There was a knock on the door and she strode over to open in. Unsurprisingly, Koran got there first and gestured to her to wait behind him.

  She let him shield her. Not because she believed there was any danger, but because it made him feel good to protect her. And she liked making him feel good.

  A member of security stood on the other side. “Ma’am?”

  “Yes, Arthur?” He was one of the youngest members of security and at the moment, with his pale face and wide eyes, he looked even younger.

  “You need to come with me.”

  “Why? Did you find Greg?”

  Arthur nodded frantically. “Uh-huh, and he’s dead.”

  ***

  Koran wanted to shield his mate from the gruesome sight of the body swinging at the end of the rope. He could feel her distress through the bond. No one else would be able to tell, though. Her face and voice remained composed and calm.

  “Do you think it was murder?” she asked the doctor, who was in attendance.

  “How the fuck would I know? I’m no fucking coroner.”

  Koran ground his teeth together in frustration. He’d love to get his hands around the foul-mouthed doctor’s neck.

  Mila placed her hand on his arm. “Easy, big guy,” she whispered.

  Immediately, he relaxed and the low growling noise he hadn’t realized he’d been emitting stopped.

  The doctor stared at him without flinching. “But I would guess it was suicide.”

  “There was a note,” another member of security stated. “It says he couldn’t live with the guilt of killing Sally. That it had been an accident. They were attempting asphyxiation and stuffed it up.”

  Koran frowned. “I do not understand.”

  “It’s done for pleasure,” Mila told him. “They intentionally restrict oxygen to the brain for the purposes of sexual arousal.”

  And these humans thought Zerconians had strange customs?

  “Not everyone likes it,” she added, looking at him warningly.

  “Do not worry, that is something we will never do.”

  “There are no defensive marks,” the doc said. “Nothing that looks suspicious. I will take him back to the lab, but I believe it will be ruled suicide.”

  Mila nodded. “If you need me I’ll be in my quarters. Rick, can you update the ambassador?”

  The security guard nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Koran, let’s go home.”

  Mila wasn’t sure how her tired feet managed to drag her to her quarters, but she forced herself to put one foot in front of the other. She stumbled, tripping over nothing.

  Koran reached out and drew her up into his arms, cradling her like a babe.

  “
I’m okay,” she murmured. “I can walk.”

  “I can feel how tired you are, mate,” Koran told her. “You need to eat and rest.”

  “No food. Too tired.”

  “Food then sleep,” he replied firmly. “No arguments.”

  She snorted. “You expect me just to obey, huh?”

  “Yes. I was proud of you today. Although it was hard, I stood back and let you lead. This is your world. Your people. But when it comes to your care I am in charge.”

  She glanced up at him. He had held back today. At times, she could feel how he’d wanted to take over but he hadn’t.

  “Guess I’ll be relying on you heavily when I get to Zerconia.” It was something she both dreaded and looked forward to. She was used to a lot of responsibility. She worked hard and she was good at her job.

  Being a kept woman was going to be an experience she would have to get used to. And yet she was excited to see where he lived, to making a home for herself, somewhere permanent.

  “I’ve never had a real home. I moved around a lot as a kid and after I had graduated college, I followed Aline to different posts. Going to be weird to call one place home.”

  They had reached her quarters by now and he set her down so she could open the door.

  “You need to rest more. You work too much.”

  “Guess I won’t have that problem on Zerconia. I’ll be sitting around twiddling my thumbs.”

  “You would find that difficult.” He followed her inside.

  “Never imagined I would be a housewife.”

  “Would you like a job on Zerconia? I have an idea but I need to talk to Dex. Can you wait?”

  Curious, she nodded. “Really? Well, I guess.”

  “I will order us food. You take a bath.”

  “All right. Thanks.” She kissed his cheek. “You take good care of me.” She walked towards the bedroom then turned. “Maybe you should go tell Darac. After all, he’s now a free man.”

  “You do not mind?”

  “Of course not. Darac must be going crazy locked up. Go tell him. I should have thought about it already. I will get Aline to have him released, but that probably won’t happen until morning. Still, he deserves to know now.”

  Koran walked over and hugged her tight. “I will be quick. Ensure that you eat something understand?”

  She smiled. “Yes, boss.”

  ***

  “I am free?” Darac repeated.

  Koran nodded. “My mate believes you will be out of this room by tomorrow. Once you are free, we will leave. I have no interest in staying on this planet.”

  “No, nor I. Your mate?”

  “Mila. She is my mate,” Koran said proudly.

  “Congratulations,” Darac told him sincerely, although Koran could see the painful hunger in his gaze.

  Darac needed his mate. He was getting closer to the edge and his incarceration hadn’t helped his condition.

  “Mila will be coming with us then.”

  “Yes.” Koran realized he hadn’t actually discussed with her when they would leave.

  “Can she ready herself by tomorrow?”

  Koran shrugged. “Everything she needs I will provide.”

  Darac nodded. “And her sister? What will you do with her?”

  “I need to contact Dex. I will tell him everything.” He should do that as soon as he left Darac, but the urge to return to Mila overrode everything else.

  He stood.

  “What pet name did you choose?” Darac asked as he stood.

  “Pet name?”

  “Mila said that many human males choose a pet name for their mate. Something just between them.”

  “Like what?” Koran liked the name Mila. It flowed from his tongue.

  The way her juices covered his tongue when he made her come. His balls throbbed. He needed to return to her.

  “Mila’s suggestions were baby, babe, sweetheart, honey, and darling.”

  Koran frowned. “I do not have a pet name for her.”

  Darac shrugged. “I am certain it is not necessary. Tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow.”

  “I can hold on that long.”

  Koran turned to the door trying to convince himself that he didn’t hear Darac whisper, “I hope.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Mila stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep despite the fact that it was one in the morning.

  The door to her quarters buzzed. Koran. She pressed the button on her tablet that unlocked the door.

  “I did not wake you, did I?” He moved towards the bed.

  She sat up against the pillows. “No, I couldn’t sleep.”

  “I could have a cure for that,” he said seductively as he stripped.

  Her body stirred at the sight of his. Smooth, tanned skin. The way his muscles bunched. The confidence in his every movement.

  “I really wish I could,” she told him. “But I think I’m too sore.”

  “Not for what I have planned. All you need to do is lie back, relax, and enjoy.” He dragged back the covers, eyebrows rising as he took in her tank top and panties.

  “In our bed, you will always be naked.”

  “I will?” she asked, slightly breathless with anticipation. Her nipples were hard nubs pressing against her top.

  Dear Lord, she never thought she’d get turned on from being bossed around in the bedroom, but when Koran growled out commands in his low, gruff voice, her body just melted.

  “Will you be naked too?” she asked as she stripped off.

  “Yes. Lay back. Spread your legs.” He placed the small bag he was carrying on the bed. “I stopped at my quarters for some supplies.”

  Oh hell.

  He pulled out some hover cuffs, a small object that looked like a fake spider, and a jar filled with a white, creamy substance.

  “Hold out your arms.”

  He snapped the hover cuffs on her wrists.

  “Arms above your head,” he commanded. Her arms rose as the cuffs forced them against the mattress above her head. “Are you comfortable?”

  “Yes.”

  Two more hover cuffs went around her ankles.

  “Leg’s apart,” he ordered.

  She was spread, completely open and vulnerable to his touch.

  Koran picked up the jar of cream. “Have you heard of Zica?”

  Mila shook her head.

  “It contains a spice that tingles. As time wears on, it grows more intense, to the point of pain if it is left on too long.”

  “And you’re using it on me?” Where?

  “Do you trust me?” His gaze was intense, watchful.

  “Yes,” she whispered. Completely. Like she had never trusted anyone before.

  “Brave girl. I expected nothing else from you, sweetheart.”

  She focused on him. “You called me sweetheart.”

  “Yes. Human females like pet names do they not?”

  “Some do, yes.”

  “Do you?” he asked.

  “I guess. But I prefer to hear my name from your lips.”

  “Good.” He scooped the tiniest amount of Zica onto his fingers then rubbed it on first one nipple then the other. He moved into the bathroom, returning with a wet cloth, which he used to wipe his fingers.

  “How does that feel?”

  “It tingles a little.” But nothing to worry about.

  “Tell me if it gets painful.” Koran picked up the small spider-like object.

  “What is that?” she asked.

  “It is a little device that sits right here.” He pulled the lips of her pussy apart and set it on her clit. “It has been programmed for my voice.” He said something in Zerconian.

  Suddenly, the little object folded itself around her clit and started to vibrate. She arched up as far as she could with her arms and legs secured, letting out a low groan of pleasure.

  The tingling on her nipples increased, making her nipple swell and ache. Pleasure besieged her, stealing her thoughts, her breath.
/>   All that was left was overwhelming, shattering need.

  “Koran! Koran!” She needed him to anchor her. To give her something solid to grasp hold of.

  “Shh,” he told her. “Just give in to the pleasure, Mila. Give yourself to me.” He spoke again in Zerconian and the vibration eased, a small reprieve that allowed her to regain her breath.

  Koran moved between her legs. He parted her pussy lips and slid his tongue along each lip, lapping up her juices. Her nipples were so hard they were almost sore, her pussy pulsing. The need to find her release pounded at her.

  He muttered something in Zerconian. The object on her clit sucked on her swollen clit, right as Koran thrust his tongue into her.

  A scream so loud it shocked her filled the room as she came. Her pussy clenched down on his tongue as he continued to thrust it in and out of her passage.

  “Oh God. Oh God.”

  Koran sat back and said something in Zerconian again. The object released her clit and she cried out once more as the bundle of nerves tingled, sending another wave of pleasure through her.

  “My nipples. My nipples.” She panted heavily.

  Koran quickly cleaned the Zica from her nipples with the wet cloth he had retrieved earlier.

  Then he removed the cuffs from her wrists and ankles, massaging her arms gently before lying next to her and gathering her close. He pulled the covers up over them.

  “You enjoyed that,” he stated.

  “Yep,” she murmured sleepily, barely managing to stifle a yawn. “Your turn.”

  “No, Mila.” He held her close as she attempted to roll towards him. “Tonight was all for you.”

  “But—”

  “You are exhausted. I want you to sleep. Did you eat?”

  “Didn’t feel like it.”

  “Mila,” he growled.

  A loud banging on the wall startled them both.

  “Are you two finished?” A loud voice yelled out from next door. “You woke me up with your screaming.”

  “Sorry, Boyd!” She called back, wincing. Damn walls were too thin.

  “You should be. I was right in the middle of the best damn sex dream I’ve ever had!”

  She looked over at Koran and started giggling quietly.

  Even the corner of his lips turned up.