“Niko, why do you think the truck and the contracts are not related?” Nicolas asked. He was the quiet one, but it paid to be aware of him at all times.
Aran answered the question. “We lost a truck. We will not even notice its loss. Our government and military contracts are something we cannot do without. If someone has figured out what we are, then they will know that without an outlet for our aggression, we become a danger to earth. Then the government who fears us will finally act against us.”
“All the while assuring the American people that we do not exist and they would never work with aliens.” Sergey said.
“Aran looked around the room meeting his brothers’ eyes. They were brothers who shared the DNA of the same female. They were brothers because they had been created the same way. They had fought to keep their planet safe. They had been feared when the wars were over. All this and more had made them brothers.
He knew no matter what threat they faced on this new planet, in this new life, they would stand together.
“Aran.” Ash said, looking at the security screen. “Two very attractive women just got out of a car and are approaching your door.”
“That would be Rena and Dee. Rena is spoken for.”
“What are you going to do with a fragile earth female?’ Nicolas asked as he watched them approach.
Aran understood Nicolas. They had searched many long years looking for even one potential earth female who may be a mate. They had never found any female that even came close to rousing them or making their other half take notice.
“Looks can be deceiving. I don’t think Rena is all that fragile.”
“Aran, you know we can never have a female. They made us that way to be sure their precious females would be too scared to mate with us.” The bitterness in Sergey’s tone was reflected in all the eyes looking at him.
“When I brought you here I told you this would be the place that we could find what we needed. The time is now and Rena may be the first one.”
“What about the other one?” Hale stared at her.
“No one touches her.” Niko’s voice was low and harsh.
“You heard him.” Aran stepped in. “Dee, the other one, is protected.”
“Which one is Rena?” Hale asked.
“The prettier one.” They all laughed when Niko let out a growl.
Aran took a minute to watch her. She was fucking beautiful. Not model pretty or movie star pretty, but beautiful. She stood around five eight to his six five. She had creamy brown skin with deep hazel eyes and a mouth that was made for kissing. She had large breasts that she was currently showing off in that little shirt and an ass to die for. Yeah, she was beautiful.
He had loved dancing with her last night. He had pulled her to him and laid his hand heavy on her and she had moaned, a small sexy sound he was sure she didn’t realize she had made. He would have never heard it, if not for his enhanced hearing. She hadn’t even protested when his hand had slid down to her ass to pull her closer for a slow song.
Those were not the things that held his attention. It was the strength he had put into those moves. His natural strength was known to make some of the men on this planet drop to their knees if he forgot to pull back before touching them. She had taken his touch like it was perfect for her. There was no way he was going to let her get away without exploring the possibility that she was the one made for him.
They listened as the bell sent a chime through the house. He opened the door for them with a push of a button.
“Shall we go greet the women?”
Aran found them standing in the large hallway.
He crossed over and raised her hands to his lips for a kiss.
“Hi, Rena.”
“Hi.” Was she blushing? She had better not be.
“Nice to see you again, Dee. Come in. We are in the room I like to call my toy room. Follow me.”
Where to look first? There were five men who were almost as smoking hot as Aran. Damn. There was no way she could be around this much hotness and not have a reaction. Darn worthless underwear. When would they make some to absorb when needed.
“Rena, Dee. This is Sergey. He is the silent partner in Aran’s Dare.”
Sergey stood the same height as Aran. In fact, they all stood the same height. What a weird coincidence. There height may be the same, but that’s where the resemblance ended. While Aran was built like a body builder, Sergey ran more along the lines of a football player. He would make a yummy player with his sable colored hair and those soulful brown eyes. His team would be the most popular with the female crowd. Still, only Aran made her wet. She had dreamed of him last night posing in one of those tiny man thongs, hot.
“This is Niko.” Niko was tall, blonde and handsome.
“Nicolas.” He had blue eyes and Rena was sure his hair was blue/black. That couldn’t be natural, could it?
“Hale.” His hair was platinum. She wanted to reach out and touch it to see if it was as soft as it looked. What really captured her attention was his eyes. They were so clear they looked colorless. If genetic enhancing was a possibility, she would say they had it done.
“This is Ash, he is the youngest of my brothers.” She felt her lips quirk as she looked at his flame red hair.
“It’s nice to meet you.” She could hear Dee echoing her words. Strange, Dee was usually the livelier one.
“Come in and have a seat.”
The room was huge and filled with toys. There was a pool table to one side and what looked like video game consoles of all kinds.
“What kind of games do you like to play?”
“War games.”
“Just like my nephews. They are in their teens and every time I see them they challenge me to a new game.” A smile came to her face as she thought of them.
“You like children?”
“Yeah, they are wonderful.”
“Do you like children? I mean do all of you like children?’ She didn’t want him to think she was sizing him up for fatherhood. Although, she had to admit that suddenly she could hear her biological clock ticking, loudly.
“I don’t think we know the answer to that.”
She looked around the room to see the other men nodding in agreement. She turned to look at Dee who was looking at Niko with a frown on her face.
“What do you mean by that?”
“When we grew up, the only children we knew were each other. Even then, we were trained at such an early age, because we were needed desperately. We never got a chance to be kids. As far as I know none of us has spent any time around them.”
“Didn’t you go to school?”
“We were trained alone.”
“Like a home school? I always kind of thought it was sad to keep children separate from the rest of the kids around them.”
“We lived in a very isolated place.” She nodded her head.
“Maybe you will get a chance to meet my nephews. They are great.”
His smile made her heart beat faster.
“Would you like to play a game? Call of Duty?”
“Only if you take it easy on me.”
“I will try.” He gave her a wicked smile and set the game up on a large screen TV that came out of the wall.
“Nice.”
She played the first game and died immediately. She laughed, hollering that it was rigged. Aran threw the remote to Sergey, then came and helped her with the other one. He placed his arms around her and put his hand over hers. The heat of his arms made her feel warm and safe. She wanted to turn around and burrow into his chest. The sound of his voice brought her out of her thoughts. He was showing her how to read who was friend or foe and when to fire. They won the game easily.
“We win! Take that Sergey.” Spinning around she threw her arms around Aran and planted a kiss on his cheek.
Chapter Six
He smelled good. If this was a cologne, she was going to recommend it to every man she met. Closing her eyes, she breathed in deeply. She
knew she was making a fool of herself. She knew they were all looking at her and that Dee would give her a good talking to later, but she couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t remember the last time the scent of a man made her need to get closer, it had been too many years. She was definitely feeling needy now.
She backed away an inch or two. She couldn’t go too far, because he had his hand on her back, preventing more movement.
“Ahh, sorry about that.” Yep embarrassment was setting in. She was acting like one of those women who never get any. Wait, she was one of those women that never got any. She was pretty sure there was an ‘enter at your own risk’ sign down there.
“I am not sorry. Niko, why don’t you give Dee a tour while, our brothers take out some aggression on the pool table.”
All heads nodded at him. He stood and reached for her hand.
“Why don’t we take a walk?” Nodding she followed him out.
They walked out of the sliding glass doors to see a beautiful pool. It was shaped like a pond, with no long or sharp edges. Surrounding it were several chairs. There was a bar to one side and an outdoor kitchen for cooking.
“Do you have a lot of parties out here?”
“No, I rarely get company. Just my brothers.”
“Nothing but the height gives you away as possible brothers.”
“We don’t look alike, but we are tied together. We grew up together and we watch out for each other. We are brothers.”
She smiled up at him. “It’s nice to have family you can depend on.”
Nodding he traced her lips.
“But can you imagine the six of us in the pool?” He laughed. “I think we would stand around and look at each other uncomfortably.”
She laughed, but it sounded more like a giggle. She was too old to giggle. The image of the six of them in the pool suddenly made the large pool seem small and intimate.
“Nope, can’t see it.”
“Me either.”
They walked for a while in silence until, they came to a nice little alcove. It felt like a private retreat in the expanse of his yard. They sat on a sturdy piece of outdoor furniture.
“Thanks for coming to our get-together. You and Dee have brought life here.”
“You guys get together often?” He nodded his head. “Where’s your girlfriends. I mean, all the women.”
“Currently, we are all single.”
“How can that be? You must have lines of women wanting to date you.”
“We are rather particular.”
He leaned over and sniffed her. “You remind me of a place I have not been to in a long time.”
“I hope that’s good.”
“Very good. I protected it with my life.”
“Where’s your man, Rena?”
“I am single too.”
“I wonder why. It is hard for me to imagine a beautiful woman like you has problems attracting a man.”
Did she have problems? No. Yeah, she was thicker, but she loved who she was. Getting a man wasn’t really a problem. Getting the right man, now that was an issue.
“Guess you could say I am rather particular too.”
“Nothing wrong with that. In fact, I encourage it.”
Aran picked up her hand and slid his thumb over her palm. She smiled as she felt a small tingle move up her arm.
“Such a pretty petite hand.” He took her hand and put it against his, spreading their fingers out.
She had never thought of her hands as little, but against his they were practically tiny. She had to smile. She wasn’t used to being with a guy who was so much bigger than her. He made her feel almost delicate.
“I like your hands, also. They are so firm and big.” She ran her fingers over his palm, feeling the shiver in his arm as she touched him. Oh yeah, she already wanted him. He was so different. She licked her bottom lip, wondering if he was big everywhere.
He had twisted into a position that kept her from seeing his physical reaction to her. His eyes though, looked like they were flashing green lightening at her. So sexy. How could he be single?
“Come closer Rena.” He patted the space that separated them.
Did she dare slide over to him? Those eyes said he wanted to get closer. His hand that was now stroking hers, setting off internal bells of flash floods ahead, were slowly creeping toward her wrist.
She licked her lips and watched his eyes follow her tongue. She wanted those eyes on her. She looked down to his hand. What would it feel like to have him touch her all over? She eased the lump in her throat down and slid over.
Her stomach clinched tight at the smile he gave her. He looked like a predator who had gotten too close to his prey. Mmm, he smelled so good, better than he did earlier. It was like he was putting out a pheromone and she wanted to be all over it, rubbing her needy body over his.
She lost the battle and closed her eyes, swaying closer to him.
“I want to kiss you.”
“Yes, please.” It came out as a moan, of sheer need.
Opening her eyes she watched as he leaned over her, placing his hands on the couch on either side of her. He angled his head and brought his lips down until they were covering hers. His touch was feather light at first, frustrating her. Then with controlled movements, he deepened the kiss and the feel of his lips on hers. She felt the warm air escape his mouth as his tongue came out to seek entry. Her mouth opened just a little, and he took advantage of that by sliding his tongue in.
His tongue caressed hers and encouraged her to caress him back. A small gasp left her mouth as she ran her tongue across his. Her head fell back from the taste of him. He tasted of sin. He tasted of something so heady that she needed to get closer. She needed to bathe in his taste.
Yes, please, she thought, as her hands wound around his neck. She allowed herself to press closer to him as she licked and nibbled and dueled with his tongue. How could he smell so good? The more she kissed him the greater the smell. She was already addicted to the taste and smell of him. She wanted him.
A small whimper left her lips, as she felt him withdraw his tongue. He kissed the corner of her mouth and then her cheek until he made it to her neck. She bent her head, allowing him free reign. She loved the feel of him kissing her neck. His teeth nipped at her neck, making her hotter. She clutched his hair, keeping him there. She loved it when her man took time to love her there.
“You like this, doll?”
“Feels so good.”
“I can make it feel better.”
He nuzzled her there making her shudder, then bit her where her neck and collar bone met. So good, she moaned. Then he licked her while taking his hand and palming her breasts through her shirt. Her legs trembled. She didn’t remember kissing being anywhere near this good. Ever!
“Relax, doll. Let me touch you.”
He kissed her down her neck, allowing his tongue to trace the neckline of her cami.
“Can I see?” He asked, reaching for the bottom of the cami to withdraw it over her head. “Nice.”
He ran his hands over her stomach. “So soft, doll.”
His hands worked their way up until he grasped one of her breasts that were highlighted by the dark blue bra that she was glad she had worn. If he went down, he would find the matching panties.
“Pretty.” He said looking at the bra.
Leaning up, he kissed her again while kneading her breasts.
Please she wanted to beg, but she didn’t.
She wanted more. She wanted those big hands to caress her, to pinch her nipples and make them grow long and hard. She shook her head under his kiss, wanting to demand, when she felt him squeeze her breasts. The juices between her legs were trying to escape, to burst like a damn and she moaned around his kiss. He did it again, this time pinching the nipple.
The yes was torn from her lips. She needed more.
She watched with passion filled eyes as his mouth surrounded her nipple still encased in her bra and tugged as his other hand found the
lonely nipple. She leaned back into the couch as his teeth found the hardening nipple and bit. Her legs opened as if issuing an invitation.
Reaching into her bra he played with one nipple. He brought it out until if peeped over the top of the bra, staring straight up in the air. Reaching over he bit it hard causing her to buck underneath the hard chest that held her in place.
“Harder, doll?” The smooth layer of sophistication was gone. His voice was rough with an accent she had never heard. He sounded alien and it was making her hotter.
“Harder.” She managed to say in between the moans she was making.
He took her hard nipple in his mouth and sucked it harder, making it even firmer, making it longer as he pulled on it. Without warning he bit down, causing her to cry out in pleasure and just a little pain, but the small shocks of pleasure took over her body.
“Not yet, doll. We are just starting.”
She had never been this needy. She wanted to lick him all over, see his body like he was seeing hers. She ran her hands over his back. She let her fingers look for the hem of his t-shirt.
“Take it off,” she growled in frustration. Why was he wearing clothes?
“Alright, doll.” He chuckled and pulled the t-shirt over his head. “Better?”
Her eyes widened as she saw his chest on display. It would never grace a men’s magazine, although it should. The scars were old and faded but gave him a hard edge turning her on more. His chest was hard and muscled. That had to be an eight pack. She would let her lips count that for her. The smattering of fine oddly colored hair did nothing, but make him hotter. She reached up to trace one of his scars with a finger.
“What happened?” She would lick each one and then do it again.
“Fight gone wrong, but Sergey was there.” She nodded. She would have to thank him for that later.
Aran pushed her down until she lay flat. He moved his body to lay over hers. Her eyes grew big as he settled on her. He was so heavy. All that muscle was holding her down, keeping her in place and she loved it. The wet spot in her pants was becoming a flood as the heat from his cock seared her through her clothes. He was huge. She could feel the length and the girth of him as he pressed down.
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