Odin: Alien Adoption Agency #5

by Tasha Black

  “What else is on your list?” he asked, when he was finally standing before her naked.

  “Now I need to be naked too,” she said, gazing straight into his eyes.

  He slammed his hands down on the bed and she squeaked out a surprised giggle.

  Crawling for her, he saw the glee in her eyes. She wasn’t really afraid.

  At least no more afraid than he was.

  This was a big step for both of them.

  In spite of his sometimes-stormy demeanor, Odin was determined that this claiming would be filled with radiant light and joy. He wanted Liberty to have no doubt that she was making the right decision.

  He certainly knew he was doing what he was meant to do.

  “How much do you like that dress?” he asked her, looking down at the worn gingham shift.

  Personally, he hated it. He hated all her clothes for covering her beautiful curves.

  “It’s not my favorite,” she admitted.

  He allowed the dragon to extend a single claw and ripped it neatly in half.

  “Oh,” she said.

  “Oh,” he echoed, staring down at her perfect breasts, her sweet pink nipples stiff with need.

  He leaned down to nuzzle them, flicking his tongue against her sensitive nipples.

  She whimpered and he felt her pleasure through the bond.

  The dragon practically purred in his chest.

  He fed on her more earnestly, wolfing at her nipples and suckling her breasts half into his mouth, drinking down her ecstasy as much as her tender flesh.

  When Liberty cried out and arched her back as if she needed more, he slowed his kisses, trailing his lips down her ribcage to the softness of her belly.

  Her hips were quivering, and he could taste her sweet scent on the air. A wave of need swept over him and he wasn’t sure if it was his or hers.

  The dragon roared to claim her, but Odin would not rush this. He wanted her to burn for him.

  Just as he burned for her.

  He brushed his lips gently against her left hip and then her right, loving the soft sounds she made and the way her hips lifted to meet his mouth.

  His own body raged, but he forced himself to go slowly, nuzzling her inner thighs with his rough jaw, stroking her hips with one hand as he urged her to open herself to him.

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  Liberty

  Liberty was drowning in sensation. The cool air of the room met her breasts, still sensitive from Odin’s kisses.

  His hands were warm and rough against her hips and his mouth…

  The anticipation was almost like pain. Every cell strained for his touch as he lavished hot kisses against her inner thighs, working his way so slowly toward her hungry sex.

  She could feel the bond between them growing stronger. She could taste her own scent through his senses and was shocked to find it was spicy and sweet.

  “Liberty,” he murmured against her, his hot breath sending shockwaves through her.

  She let her head fall back on the pillow, closing her eyes.

  Odin growled and buried his face in her, licking her so slowly she thought she would lose her mind.

  A hunger was gathering deep inside her and she understood suddenly how it might take days to find satisfaction.

  She moaned, low and desperate and he responded immediately, sending her flying with his touch.

  Fireworks went off behind her eyes as the pleasure threatened to blast her apart at the seams.

  “Odin,” she moaned as she came down.

  But the hunger was building again already, and she found herself frantically lifting her hips to meet his mouth.

  He growled and crawled up to her, leaving her grinding herself against nothing.

  She wailed with need, unable to form words in her despair. She needed him, more than anything. She was empty inside. She felt like she was going to die…

  “Easy, my love,” Odin murmured. “I’ve got you.”

  He covered her body with his, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

  “Please,” she moaned.

  “You will accept me as your mate?”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she begged. “Please.”

  “Mine,” he growled.

  He spread her thighs with his knee and thrust into her in one smooth motion.

  Liberty felt a moment of stretching pain and then pleasure like nothing she had ever experienced before.

  “Gods, Liberty,” he groaned.

  “Please,” she begged, jogging her hips up, desperate for him to move.

  He roared in surrender and thrust into her again and again, sliding his hand between them to massage her throbbing clitoris.

  Liberty screamed and flew apart again.

  Odin clenched her hips in his hands and lifted her to him again.

  She felt the intensity of his desire and her own reawakening at once and was on the edge again before her last climax was over.

  “I need you,” she moaned, letting her nails sink into his shoulders. “Please, I need you.”

  “Liberty…” Her name was like a prayer on his lips.

  She felt her pleasure expand as if she were sunlight, illuminating the whole moon, every creature, every tree, stretching to encompass the galaxy.

  Odin shouted out his pleasure as he let go at last, filling her with his essence.

  She clung to him, sobbing with the intensity of their shared ecstasy as her body shivered with rapture.

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  Liberty

  Liberty clung to the stag-mare’s mane, enjoying the feeling of Odin’s arms around her, and Colton’s warm weight on her chest.

  After days in the mating thrall, it felt good to be able to leave their bed to retrieve their son and venture into town.

  Though she still felt the pull of his body, and she imagined she always would.

  “Gods, I just want to take you home again,” he murmured into her hair as if they had shared the same thought.

  “We promised the marshals we would go to town and make a statement,” she reminded him. “We have to be upstanding citizens.”

  He huffed with impatience and for a moment she could see the dragon in her mind, burning coal-red and proud. Part of her hoped she might get to see the magnificent creature again, but she also hoped there wouldn’t be another situation where it was necessary for Odin to shift.

  He nuzzled her neck and was one hundred percent her Odin once more.

  “Fine,” he whispered. “But as soon as we get home…”

  As soon as they got home, Colton would need to be changed and fed, the sheep would need tending, and Keerah would want attention.

  But Liberty knew better than to argue. She was very sure that she and her efficient mate would manage to get through their work swiftly so that as soon as evening fell, they could surrender to the need that pulsed so insistently between them.

  When they arrived in town, Odin tied up the mare and helped Liberty hop down with Colton, who promptly woke up.

  She pulled him out of his sling and held him to her chest.

  He grabbed a hank of her hair in his little fist and held it tight.

  “Somebody’s wide awake,” she said, stroking his soft cheek.

  “Thanks so much for coming in,” the marshal from the night of the ambush said. “I never got to introduce myself, the name’s Petryx.”

  “Good to meet you,” Odin said, thrusting out his arm, which Petryx took with a smile. “You really helped us out of a tough spot the other night.”

  “Glad you could come down and speak with us,” Petryx said. “Come on in.”

  They followed him inside, to a desk in the corner of the wide-open room.

  “Coffee?” he asked, gesturing to a table with a stale-looking pot of coffee on it.

  “No thanks,” Odin said, glancing at Liberty.

  She shook her head.

  “Well let’s get down to business then,” Petryx said.

  His questions were organized and easy to answer, but they went on for a
while.

  “I think that’s all for now,” he said at last, just as Liberty was wondering how much more information they could possibly need. “Has everything been okay at the farm since?”

  Liberty felt the blood rush to her cheeks, thinking about what had been happening at the farmhouse since the last time they’d seen him.

  “Everything has been great,” Odin declared, squeezing her knee under the table. “Have you found our sheep?”

  “I’m so sorry,” Petryx said. “We’ve questioned the Sons of Sirius repeatedly, but so far, they won’t talk. Hopefully, we’ll get it out of them sooner or later, and then we’ll be in touch.”

  “Thank you,” Odin said politely.

  But Liberty knew better. Those sheep were either long gone, or they were in storage someplace and weren’t being cared for properly. Either way, they were out of time. She was going to have to work hard to run a farm with what she had left.

  “Aww, he’s sleeping on the job, huh?” Petryx said, gesturing to baby Colton, who, true to form, had fallen asleep on Liberty’s chest a few minutes into their interview.

  Sleeping on the job…

  That made her think of something…

  “Keerah,” she said suddenly.

  Petryx frowned and glanced down at his tablet. “That’s… the tree-hound?”

  “Yes,” Liberty said. “I couldn’t understand why she never alerted us about the rustlers. And the night of the attack, she was sound asleep under the hemlock tree. It seemed odd, with everything going on, but I forgot about it until just this minute.”

  “Your guard dog slept through all that?” Petryx asked, looking astonished.

  “Do you think she could have been drugged?” Liberty asked.

  “A hound that size would require a fairly heavy tranquilizer,” Petryx said thoughtfully. “But the heaviest kind for the farm animals we have on Lachesis would be too strong.”

  “The transport,” Liberty murmured.

  “What about it?” Petryx asked.

  “The medical transport might have that kind of tranquilizer,” Liberty said. “They would certainly have the needed ingredients to make it.”

  “The medical transport is a non-profit organization,” Petryx said, sounding a little scandalized. “I don’t think they’re in the dog-tranquilizing and sheep rustling business.”

  “Let’s check it out anyway,” Odin said, standing. “It’s the best lead we have.”

  “It’s the only lead we have,” Liberty said, joining him.

  “It’s been quiet this morning,” Petryx said. “Why not?”

  They headed out of the station and into the murky morning light, where Main Street was coming to life.

  A woman went into the café next to the station, releasing a fragrant puff of coffee and something like cinnamon.

  Two men holding hands with twin boys passed them and waved.

  “It’s such a nice little town,” Liberty said. “I’m glad the Sons of Sirius were caught before they could terrorize any more farmers.”

  “Trouble is, we have evidence of trespass, but not rustling,” Petryx said. “To be honest with you, I’m not sure how long we can hold them without something more concrete.”

  Liberty frowned and picked up the pace.

  When they reached the lot for the transport, Odin got out the scanner again.

  “That won’t work here,” Petryx said.

  “Why not?” Odin asked.

  “They have a privacy shield,” Petryx explained. “It’s an intergalactic requirement for sensitive patient information.”

  “So we can’t get them to turn it off?” Liberty asked.

  “No, but we can go inside,” Petryx told her. “The shield is external only. Inside, they need to be able to use scanning equipment.”

  He flashed his badge and the line stepped aside to let them in.

  “Can I help you?” a harried-looking, tentacled woman with a tablet asked. “Do you have an appointment?”

  “We’re here as part of an ongoing criminal investigation,” Petryx said, suddenly sounding imposing instead of friendly. “Is there someone here who can authorize us to make a search of the facilities? It’s a matter of public safety.”

  “Oh dear,” the woman said. “Just a moment.”

  A minute later another woman in purple scrubs arrived at the door.

  “May I see your credentials?” she asked.

  Petryx showed her his badge and pulled her aside to speak quietly.

  “Please come in,” she said. “So long as I shadow you, you are welcome to search our facility, with the exception of the patient treatment rooms.”

  “Thank you,” Liberty said.

  The woman’s face softened when she saw Colton in the sling around Liberty’s chest.

  “He’s adorable,” she said with a wink.

  “Thank you,” Liberty replied.

  “So, where do you want to go first?” the lady asked.

  “If you wanted to hide sheep in this transport, where would you put them?” Odin asked.

  The woman blinked at him in horror.

  “It’s probably only seven sheep,” he reassured her.

  She did not look less alarmed.

  “Uh, I guess maybe in storage?” she ventured. “Otherwise, I think we would… notice.”

  “Makes sense,” Petryx said. “Lead the way.”

  They followed the transport director down the well-lit hallway to a hover chute.

  “Storage,” the director said as soon as they were all on the platform.

  The platform plummeted and Liberty grasped Odin’s hand. She had never liked chutes. It came to a stop in another hallway that was decidedly dimmer and more narrow.

  “Would they have transported sheep on a chute?” Liberty asked breathlessly.

  “There’s a gangplank in the back that opens in the lot,” the director said. “But I doubt they brought sheep in that way either. I really don’t think there are sheep at—”

  The scanner in Odin’s hand beeped loudly, the sound echoing off the metal walls.

  “Sweet divinities,” the director breathed.

  “This way,” Odin said, scanner stretched out ahead of them.

  The director scurried in front of him to open the door to a small room.

  “I don’t understand,” she said, struggling with the keys.

  “What’s wrong?” Petryx asked.

  “This room, the inventory staff manager said we have to keep it empty, for ballast,” she said.

  Odin frowned. “This transport is too small to need a ballast compartment.”

  The door opened at last to reveal a small warehouse-style space. It was mostly empty, except for some old metal shelves and a couple of boxes in the corner. Or at least it seemed to be empty.

  The scanner beeped again, and Liberty raised her eyes to the high ceiling.

  Seven beautiful rainbow sheep floated like clouds over the shelves, nibbling at the walls and the tops of the shelves as if hoping to find leaves growing there.

  “Hello, sheep,” she said.

  “Oh, my,” the director said. “Are they supposed to do that?”

  “They only live on Lachesis,” Liberty said. “And yes. If we want them to sink, I have to feed them. Which means I’ve got to get them out of here.”

  “Let me see about getting you some rope,” the director said distractedly. “You know, it’s funny, all these cycles we’ve left this room empty. And we could have filled it with supplies.”

  “Not empty,” Petryx said, closing the lid on one of the boxes in the corner. “If I’m not mistaken, these are cases of unlicensed liquor. I believe your so-called ballast room has been kept open for use in a smuggling operation.”

  The director’s mouth dropped open.

  “I’m going to need to talk to your inventory staff manager,” Petryx said.

  “Right away,” the director replied with a determined expression.

  Petryx left them to wrangle the sheep w
hile he went off to have what Liberty assumed was going to be a rather unpleasant conversation with the person in charge of the ship’s inventory.

  An hour later, Liberty and Odin were walking down Main Street.

  The seven rainbow sheep floated overhead on the tethers Odin held, like colorful balloons made of cotton candy. And little Colton was awake enough to squeak at them.

  “Can you believe we just broke up an interplanetary smuggling ring?” Liberty asked in awe.

  “I think we’re going to be famous,” Odin teased, gesturing around to all the attention they were currently receiving.

  Sure enough, nearly everyone on Main Street was smiling and pointing at the floating sheep.

  “Well, I guess it’s one way to meet the neighbors,” Liberty said.

  “Better than espionage,” Odin agreed with a wicked grin.

  “I would say it will be nice to settle into our new life,” Liberty said. “But I have this funny feeling we’re never going to get bored.”

  “Of course not,” Odin said. “Colton won’t let that happen.”

  Liberty looked down into the sweet face of her baby boy, and up into the beautiful eyes of his father, who was gazing at them with a dark intensity.

  “I’m suddenly feeling eager to get home,” he said.

  “Me too,” she agreed.

  He lifted her up onto the stag-mare and swung up behind her, urging the horse to a gallop as soon as they were settled, the sheep trailing happily behind and above.

  With Odin holding her, Colton in her arms, and the fragrant breeze blowing in her hair, Liberty felt a wordless joy that no future adventures would ever take from her.

  “I love you, Liberty Clark,” Odin murmured into her hair. “Always will.”

  Liberty didn’t need the clouds to part to feel the warm sunshine in her heart.

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