by Megan Alban
“He’s just a child, Kordiss. He didn’t do anything, never touched me. This was his father or parent or something’s idea.” She took a step towards him, still carefully in the line of fire. “Come on, let’s get back to the ship, okay?” She kept her voice calm and gentle as she walked towards him, his eyes fixated on her, the tension in his body palpable.
She reached his side and slowly pushed the arm holding the weapon down. “Come on honey,” she whispered while wrapping her arm around his waist. “I want to leave this place. Please?”
He looked down at her pressed against his side and she felt a shuddering breath rack through him.
“All right,” he whispered.
As they turned to leave she called back over her shoulder, “Goodbye Zorf, good luck with the rest of your models!”
8
Back on the ship, Sharla stayed close to Kordiss’ side. He remained silent as they pushed away from wherever they’d docked, a large spinning donut of a station, she noticed absently.
Maybe she was in shock, maybe she was getting annoyingly used to being kidnapped, but she didn’t seem to be nearly as affected as Kordiss was. And she was worried.
As soon as they’d left the spinning torus behind, he got out the medical box and turned to her. Your translator. We need to get it out, now.
She bit her lip. But, then we’ll be back to where we were…
He shook his head brusquely. No. The medic who patched me up sold me an unregistered translator.
She nodded. Then do it fast. We need to talk, and I don’t want these bastards having any way to find me again.
The switch of the translator took less time than the full scan he insisted on following it up with.
“They tracked you once.” His eyes narrowed, and his voice crackled with anger. I won’t allow you to be in danger again.
Sharla reached for his hand as he waved the scanner over her, again and again. “Stop. Please, stop.”
He froze, motionless above her.
She slid her hand up his chest and lowered her forehead to rest on his shoulder.
“When they shot you, I thought you’d been killed.” She swallowed, forced her throat to stay open. “That you’d died because of me.”
“If I died, it was because I failed you.” The cold flatness of his voice threatened to break her heart.
“But you didn’t fail me. And you didn’t die. We’re here, now.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and stretched up to kiss him. “Together.”
Pressed against him, she could feel his breathing begin to catch, watched a different kind of heat replace the fury in his eyes.
“And we were interrupted earlier.” She flicked her lips over his own, daring him to open for her.
He groaned against her lips. “Sharla, honey, don’t start…”
As his hands fell to her side, a soft beep sounded from the scanner. Sharla jumped. “Another tracker?”
Jaw set, Kordiss looked at the read out, then his lips curled up into a half-smile.
“Are you laughing?” Sharla poked him, and was pleasantly surprised when he twisted away.
“Not another one. It’s picking up the one I put in when I took out the first translation chip. How do you think I found you?”
Sharla poked him again, watched him turn away from her prodding fingers. “You had a tracking device in me?”
Kordiss tossed the scanner onto the chair and grabbed her hands. “I was worried about us getting separated on the station.” His voice lowered. “About losing you.”
She leaned forward, wiggled against him. “Then keep that one in. I think you’re stuck with me.”
He put his hands on her shoulders. “It’s dangerous out here. Dangerous with me.”
Sharla rolled her eyes. “You think I don’t know that? But out here, with you, I feel alive.” She grinned. “And now that I know you’re ticklish, maybe I’m the dangerous one.”
She reached for him again, and he twisted away, back into the captain’s chair, her hands clasped between his own.
“Sharla, we have to stop,” he growled through gritted teeth.
The seriousness of his tone stopped her where his words alone didn’t. “Why?”
“I could hurt you.”
“You’d never hurt me. I know that.”
He didn’t move, so she moved towards him. Hands still trapped, she delicately licked the outermost edge of his ear. “I need you. I need you in me.”
He burst from the chair, arms wrapped around her body, face buried in her hair. “I’m so close to losing control.”
She gathered him to her. “Then lose it in me, always with me.”
The raw heat of his kiss robbed her of breath as he pulled her into his arms. He carried her to his quarters, his kisses raining upon her face and neck while she clung to him.
When he placed her on the bed, panting with desire, she tugged him down to lay next to her, unwilling to release him.
He kissed her nose. “Not quite the lakeside, I know.”
She shook her head and scooted closer into the curve of his arms. “I want this time to be real.”
His hands caressed the silken skin of her thighs, then higher on her body, stroking until she arced under his touch. Her body had turned into nothing but sensation, the touch of his hands on her breasts, on her belly all kindling the blazing fire that consumed her, demanded more.
Breathless, she only noticed the removal of their clothing by the absence of his hands on her. His caresses slowed as he knelt between her legs, and she grabbed his shoulders.
"Now," she insisted, driven by the heat,
"Sharla..." he traced the line of her cheek, concern clear on his face.
Passion roughened her voice. “I know it might hurt, but honestly, it’s once, and over, and later we can spend all the time in the universe being gentle.”
He slid his hard length against her slick folds, and all of his previous teasing had been nothing compared to this.
He paused, and Sharla rocked her pelvis up to meet him.
With agonizing deliberation he filled her, stretched and consumed her inch by inch. Shuddering gasps wracked Sharla when at last he was seated all the way in her, starting a smooth rocking pattern that only left her craving more.
Sharla clawed at the broad muscles of his back, and his slow torture turned into a maddened frenzy that swept over them both.
Kordiss pounded into her core until she shattered under his intensity, and with a shout he completed as well, going rigid in her arms.
Warm, safe, secure as she'd never felt before, Sharla snuggled into Kordiss' embrace as he pulled the discarded bedding over them.
"Tomorrow we'll talk about a way to get you home, where the Nargest won't ever find you again," he mumbled.
She lightly tickled him in response, sleepily reveling in his reaction, but more in the passion of his kiss. "I'm already home, silly. Tomorrow we’ll talk about where we're going to go next." She pillowed her head on his shoulder, eyes drifting closed. "Together."
A long pause followed before he tightened his arms around her. "Together."
… the end!
Other Titles by Lia Cole
Bonded to the Alien
Captain Taryn Nephalia was, honestly, a little bored with her current mapping mission. But a freak accident sent her and her crew crashing towards an unknown planet. Captured by alien snake men, Taryn knows she's on her own to escape, rescue her crew, and get off that rock.
But she's not expecting help from a fellow prisoner - a hunky alpha alien warrior on mission of his own. And now his mission includes her.
Allied with the Alien
Stephine Willovitch isn't sure about trusting the Eiztar warriors. She's practical, logical, and not terribly fond of strangers. As far as she remembered, she'd just entered her pod moments ago. Torpor gas had kept her unconscious for the past 36 hours. But apparently Captain Taryn had gotten them all involved with a bunch of rebels, and now they’re on the run fro
m some sort of alien snake men. Stephine would follow orders, but she couldn't be ordered to trust the man paired with her - Dojan Cholsad-. Tall, blond, stunningly handsome - and annoyingly friendly - she certainly wasn't going to put up with any of this bonding nonsense. But when Dojan is in danger, her heart isn't listening to her head.
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Mia and the Alien Prince © 2016 Megan Alban
The Broadcast © 2016 Billie Hart
Another Earth © 2015 Demi Knight
Claimed © 2015 Emma Gale
Alien to Love © 2015 Wendy C. Giffen
Alien Mercenary's Desire © 2016 Lia Cole
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WARNING: This book contains explicit sexual language and situations and is intended for readers aged over 18.
This is a work of fiction. The people, organizations, events and circumstances described are the fictitious products of the authors’ imaginations. Any resemblance to real organizations or people, either living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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A Science Fiction Romance Anthology with stories from:
Megan Alban
Billie Hart
Demi Knight
Emma Gale
Wendy Giffen
Lia Cole
