Razor's Traitorous Heart: The Alliance Book 2

by S. E. Smith

  “Just, give me a second,” she whispered, closing her eyes and leaning forward.

  Razor closed his eyes and tried counting to help relieve the pressure of disappointment inside him. He knew it was possible for a Trivator male to fit with a human female. Hunter and Jesse were proof of that.

  Gods, I should have asked Hunter more questions, he thought in despair as his hands fell to the bed and he clenched at the sheet below.

  Kali’s nails curled on his chest and she rose up on her knees slightly until he was barely inside her heated core. If he lived through this, he would be contacting his younger brother again. This time though he wouldn’t let him go until he knew everything there was to know, even if he had to direct some of those questions to his new sister. He didn’t care how embarrassed his brother got. He needed to know how Hunter was able to fit with Jesse.

  His eyes flew open when Kali suddenly widened her legs and sank down on him all the way. A low moan escaped her and her head fell forward. His hands rose to cup her face, lifting it so he could see it. A shimmer of tears glistened, but none fell.

  “You feel so good,” she whispered as she moved her hips.

  “I hurt you,” he choked out in dismay. “You should not…”

  Kali laid her fingers tenderly over his lips and shook her head. “It only hurt for a moment. I would have hurt much worse if you had stopped. I told you, I want you.”

  “Then have me, you shall,” he growled in a voice filled with heated passion. “I want to see all of you.”

  Kali sat back to pull the shirt she had borrowed off. The movement drove him deeper and pulled a choked moan out of both of them. She gripped the bottom of the shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor beside the bed. Razor’s hands had already moved from her face to her chest before she even finished.

  “Yes!” She cried out when he leaned up and greedily sucked on her right breast. “Oh God!”

  “Mine, fi’ta,” he growled. “You are mine, Kali.”

  Pleasure washed through him as she rocked back and forth along his long shaft. The nerve endings along his cock reacted to the friction created between their bodies, his hardness against her soft, slick vaginal channel. He rose up to meet her as she came down. The tip of his cock brushed against her womb as the position they were in drove him deeper, bringing with it another rush of pleasure.

  He released her right breast with a loud pop and attacked her left nipple like a dying man given a drink of water. He wrapped his arm around her waist as he teased the tip with his sharp teeth. Her nipple swelled in reaction to the combination of pleasure and pain as he nipped her.

  “Razor,” she panted, moving restlessly on his lap. “I need more. I need you.”

  Tightening his arm around her waist, he rolled toward the wall. Kali’s legs fell apart as he rolled. He pushed his hips forward, determined to keep their bodies locked together as they transitioned to the new position.

  He braced his hands on each side of her head as he took over. He pulled almost all the way out of her before driving his cock back in slowly. He wanted to feel every inch of her. A shudder went through his body as she fisted him. He lowered his head to her neck and rubbed against her, leaving his scent on her skin as he continued to stroke her in a slow, determined movement guaranteed to drive them both insane.

  “You were made for me, Kali. You, only you,” he groaned as his cock swelled.

  Her gasp echoed in his ear as she stiffened, and a low cry burst from her lips. A shockwave of pleasure reverberated through him as she shattered around him. A rush of hot liquid surrounded his cock making her slicker than before. The pulsing of her vaginal channel sucked greedily on his cock until he felt his own orgasm explode, pulling a deep cry of satisfaction from his own lips.

  He didn’t realize he had clamped down on her vulnerable neck until the sweet taste of her blood touched his tongue. He didn’t release her as he pushed slightly deeper into her. The combination of their releases felt right. He could feel the connection all the way to his soul.

  It dawned on him that this is what his father meant when he explained the difference between a warrior seeking relief and finding his Amate. This is what every warrior hoped he would be blessed with if he lived and fought well. Tears burned his eyes that he had been given such a gift.

  Releasing his grip on Kali’s throat, he ran his tongue over the mark he had left. It would probably leave a scar. The thought of his mark on her skin cause his cock to jerk in response. Her low moan told him she could feel every inch of him as well as he could her.

  He shifted enough so he could wrap his arms around her while he buried his face against her bare shoulder. He made sure he kept the majority of his weight off of her. A shudder went through him when she shyly ran her hands along his side before wrapping them around him so she could hold him against her as well.

  Chapter 18

  Razor sighed as the weight of what he was about to do washed through him. The last three days had been – incredible. He set the report he was viewing down on his desk and stood up to stretch. The weather was supposed to clear by morning according to the readings. He had ordered Cutter to send a team to each side of the city to meet with the men in charge. If they did not lay down their weapons and surrender to the human military, he would order the city flattened. Anyone remaining after the twelve hour deadline would die.

  He walked over to the window, watching as a light dusting of snow continued to fall. His thoughts turned to Kali. A satisfied smile curved his lips. He enjoyed listening to her tales of when she was a child.

  He discovered she had broken her arm when she was twelve when she fell from a wall while walking on it. She described how several children in the neighborhood where she grew up learned the art of Parkour. It was the method that she used to move about the city.

  “Parkour allows me to move about the city in the most efficient way by using my surroundings. I ‘see’ the buildings around me and use them,” she explained. “It is fun, fast and since not many people can do it, it gives me a measure of safety. Tim, Jason, Destin, and a couple other guys from the neighborhood are the only ones that I know of that use it as well.”

  They spent the time when he was not working making love and talking. He had been furious when she told him late last night of Badrick’s visit to her brother. He promised to investigate the Usoleum’s request for women in exchange for weapons. She told him that she wished she had just killed the blue bastard when she had the chance.

  “It would have saved countless lives,” she had murmured quietly.

  During their talks, he discovered she had a unique sense of humor that often left him chuckling. He shared things with her that he never thought about before. He told her of the mischief he and his brothers and sisters had gotten into when they were younger. As the oldest, he was always blamed for corrupting the younger ones.

  “How many brothers and sisters do you have?” Kali had asked him as she lay in his arms late last night.

  “I have five brothers and three sisters,” he had told her. “I’m the oldest. As such, it was always my responsibility to watch out for the others. There are large creatures that live in my world that can be very dangerous. It is important to stay on the paths that have been laid out so that you remain safe when traveling between my home and the city.”

  He remembered his shock when she had laughed. “It’s not like I’ll have to worry about that,” she had teased before she sighed. “It’s nice, listening to you talk about your world. It sounds so different from my own.” She had yawned and snuggled down against him.

  “You will come to love it,” he murmured as her eyes closed.

  “I’ll dream about it,” she mumbled. “Close as I’ll ever get to seeing it.”

  A knock on the door pulled him from his reverie. Turning, he walked back to his desk before calling out the command to enter. He studied the frowning face of Colonel Baker as he stepped into the office.

  “Colonel,” Razor acknowled
ged with a nod.

  “Razor,” Colonel Baker grunted out as he walked over to stand in front of the desk. “Badrick has departed.”

  Razor raised an eyebrow and waited. He was well aware that the Usoleum councilman had departed. He also knew exactly where the male was headed. Cutter had slipped a tracking device into his transport before it took off.

  “I’m aware of the Councilman’s departure. Is there another issue that has brought you here?” Razor asked politely, waving toward the chair in front of his desk. “Would you care for a drink?”

  Colonel Baker shook his head as he sat down in the seat across from Razor. His eyes flickered to the tablet sitting on the desk before returning to Razor. There were a lot of issues he wanted to inquire about, but he knew he wouldn’t get a straight answer out of the bastard sitting behind the desk. Still, he had been ordered to follow through, to find out exactly what plans the brass in Washington should follow.

  “Kali Parks,” Colonel Baker began.

  “Is off limits for discussion,” Razor replied in a sharp, but calm, voice. “Next issue.”

  Colonel Baker sat back in frustration. “Your request to meet with both Allen and Parks.”

  “Done,” Razor replied.

  “What if they don’t agree to meet with you?” Colonel Baker bit out. “What then?”

  Razor leaned forward and stared into the Colonel’s eyes. He wanted the human military male to know that he was answering his questions, at least some of them, as a courtesy, not because he had to. The time for involving the human warriors had passed.

  “They have twelve hours to either meet with me and surrender, or die,” Razor said. “I am aware of your orders to prevent this from happening. I would not recommend trying to stop me, Colonel. Once an order is given, it will be carried out. The Alliance will not continue to waste its resources or that of your planet on those who refuse to move forward. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes.”

  Razor’s eyes hardened into twin, glowing, molten orbs of gold. He knew from the paling of the Colonel’s face that the other male had believed his orders to stop the destruction of the city had been top secret. All communications between the humans had been carefully monitored over the past six years to prevent deception and betrayal on their part.

  “Do you have any other issues you would like to bring to my attention?” Razor asked in an icy voice.

  Colonel Baker rose on shaky legs. He kept his expression neutral as he gazed back at the golden eyes that reminded him all too clearly that he was not dealing with a human opponent. Stiffening his spine, he bowed his head before he replied.

  “No, I believe you have answered most of them,” he replied in a stiff voice before he turned and walked toward the door.

  “Colonel,” Razor called out as Colonel Baker opened the door. “I can only give them twelve hours. I have another situation in a different galaxy that requires my attention. I hope for the sake of the humans living in the area that the two men agree to the peace offerings we are extending.”

  “You have a strange idea of a peace offering,” Colonel Baker replied boldly. “Give up or die isn’t much of an offer.”

  “It is the only one ‘on the table’ as I believe you humans say,” Razor countered. “Enough humans and Trivator warriors have died. It is time for your world to rebuild. What better way than from the ground up?”

  Colonel Baker stared at Razor for several long seconds before he nodded his head and opened the door. While he could understand the man’s strategic methods, even appreciate them, it still burned that it took an alien to bring the world together. He turned toward his own office located on the other side of the armory. He had a lot to think about and a report to file. It would appear their secure lines of communication were not as secure as they thought.

  *.*.*

  Kali pressed back against the wall just outside of Razor’s office. She had been on her way to see him when the door to his office opened. She heard every word, straight from Razor’s mouth. Resting her head against the wall, she bit her lip to keep from screaming at him. Why she thought their relationship would change his mind about attacking the city, she didn’t know. She just knew she had no choice but to warn Destin.

  Blinking back the tears threatening to blind her, she turned back toward their private quarters. It was time to leave. She knew the layout of the armory. She had taken a fire evacuation map. There were several storage sheds not far from the high fence surrounding the armory. She would use the building’s structure and anything else she could find to get over it. It would be dangerous. Not only was there barbwire around the top of the fence, the fence itself was hot. One touch and she would be lucky if it only knocked her out.

  Slipping into the room, she locked the door before hurrying to the stash of clothes that Chelsea had given her. She quickly added several layers, making sure she didn’t take anything that would be too bulky or inhibit her movements. She glanced around the room once more, pausing on the bed. Hot tears quickly filled her eyes before she brushed at them angrily.

  “Thanks for the memories,” she whispered sadly before turning to the window and opening it.

  Chapter 19

  A nerve throbbed in Razor’s jaw as he knelt next to the fresh tracks outside the fence. The indention in the snow where Kali landed was clear in the light from Cutter’s torch. He stood and looked over at the other side of the fence where a long metal pipe used for running conduit lay in the snow.

  “She is very resourceful. You have to give her credit for that,” Cutter said, looking at the same thing before his eyes moved to the top of the shed. “It has to be a good ten feet past the roof of the shed. She is lucky she cleared it.”

  “She’ll be lucky if I don’t strangle her when I catch her,” Razor growled. “Let’s go.”

  Cutter nodded before he signaled to two other men with them. Thunder and Vice nodded. They were two of the best trackers in the galaxy. He turned back to Razor as the two men disappeared into the growing darkness.

  “You’re lucky Thunder came back after his last mission,” Cutter commented quietly as they moved to follow the men. “It shouldn’t take long for him to find her with all this snow.”

  Razor shook his head and looked up at the buildings. “I’m not sure even he can track Kali. She will go up and use the buildings. If she stayed on the ground, it would be easy with the fresh snow and no other movements but she won’t. It is not the way she moves,” he said before breaking into a jog when Vice called out to them.

  “Her tracks disappear here,” Vice said, standing up and looking around with a frown. “It is like she vanished.”

  Razor looked up. They had only covered a couple of blocks. The moment a building presented itself as a possible way to move higher she had taken it. The narrow alley was cluttered with hidden debris which could trip her or limit her movements, not so on the rooftops.

  “She used the fire escape.”

  Thunder’s head jerked up. He frowned as he calculated the distance to the bottom rung. It was at least eight feet. Not a difficult task for a Trivator warrior to reach, but for a human female?

  “How tall is she?” He asked skeptically.

  “Five foot four, perhaps five,” Razor responded as he jumped and grabbed the bottom rung. Pulling himself up hand over hand until he could step on the bottom bar, he turned to look down at the other men. “She would have no problems reaching it.”

  Thunder watched as Cutter grabbed the metal ladder and began climbing. “What is it with these females? Don’t they know their limitations?” He growled under his breath thinking of another human female who had defied the odds by breaking into an encampment in front of a bunch of alien rebels.

  “Obviously not,” Vice said with a grin. “After you.”

  *.*.*

  Kali turned in a circle, warily trying to keep the three men from surrounding her. Her eyes flashed from one man to the other. She had almost made it to the divide that separated the norther
n and southern part of the city when she stumbled upon them.

  “What’s your name, sweet cakes?” One of the men called out.

  “I think she’s a keeper. What do you think, Ralph?” Another male with a goatee and no front teeth snickered.

  “Shut up. She goes to the boss man,” the largest of the three ordered.

  “Now Mitt, you know he don’t like girls,” Ralph whined. “He likes them boys.”

  “I said shut up, Ralph. This is Kali Parks. He’ll want her,” Mitt snapped.

  Kali gauged the distance to the wall behind the three men and the height of the open window on the second floor of the building. If she could get a running jump, she could be up and through the second story window before they knew what happened. She just needed a lucky break.

  “Oh no you don’t, lady. I’ve seen what you can do,” Mitt said coldly.

  “I have to get to my brother,” Kali demanded. “It is a matter of life and death.”

  “Maybe if you’re real sweet, Colbert will exchange you for your brother,” Goatee joked. “I heard he has a crush on him.”

  Kali jerked back another step as they moved closer. “You don’t understand!” She said angrily. “This affects Colbert as well! The Trivators want my brother and Colbert to surrender. If they don’t, they are going to flatten the city like they did Mexico City!”

  “Yeah, maybe Colbert would like one of those huge asses to fuck when they try it,” Ralph laughed.

  “Please,” Kali begged, turning her gaze to the only one in the group who seemed to have any brains. “Mitt, I’m serious. Razor has given them twelve hours. If they don’t lay down their arms and surrender within twelve hours he has ordered the Destroyers in. Hundreds of thousands of innocent people will die!”

  Mitt shook his head. “You can tell him yourself, lady. Colbert said if anyone ever found you on this side of the divide that we better bring you in or we’ll be feeding the fish.”

  Kali shook her head in frustration. She couldn’t back up any further. She had no choice. It was either fight and have a chance of escaping, or be taken prisoner. If she went down, she would rather go down fighting. Making a fake to the left, she turned to the right and pushed past Ralph, knocking him to the ground. She twisted as Goatee reached for her, elbowing him hard in the stomach.