Alien Capture (Latrothain Warrior Series Book 1)

by Christy,Dena

  He drew back a little in surprise, and for a moment she thought he would reject her proposal. She closed her eyes for a second. Just because he was aroused by her in the lab, and just because he’d kissed her now, didn’t mean that he wanted to be as intimate with her as she wanted to be with him.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked as he reached up to touch her face.

  Of all the things he could ask her that wasn’t what she expected. And he wasn’t shoving her off his lap, which she took as an encouraging sign. She smiled up at him.

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” And in all the uncertainty of this evening that was the one thing she was most sure of. She wanted him and for once she would allow herself to take what she wanted.

  She eased up off his lap. She stood and held her hand out to him. He stood and took it, his much larger hand swallowing hers in a grip that was gentle. She led him from the living room into Collette’s bedroom, and as she closed the bedroom door behind her, she knew that being with him was what she needed, and that no matter what happened tomorrow, she would not regret tonight.

  Chapter Eleven

  Synn swallowed when she leaned against the door with a shy, sexy smile on her face. His heart pounded hard, and he stood frozen for a second. There were no sexually available women on his planet, so he’d never done this before. He knew that others had availed themselves of women on other planets who excepted coin for sexual favors, but he was not one of them. Not that he had a notion of saving himself for someone, the opportunity to be intimate with a female had never presented itself, and if he was honest, no other female had ever stirred him like Miranda did.

  He must have stared at her for too long because her face grew uncertain. He didn’t want to confess his lack of experience to her, so he forced his feet to move closer to her. He took her by the hands to draw her into the middle of the room. He knew the mechanics of what would please a female, as it was part of his education when he was coming into manhood, but knowing and doing were two different things. Already being around her aroused him, and he was so hard for her that he longed to bury himself inside her and find his release. So he would slow down, take his time with her to make sure that he brought her as much pleasure as she would bring to him. She’d risked a lot to save him, and while she expected nothing in return for that, the least he could do for her was to make her body sing with pleasure.

  He let go of her hands and brought his one hand up to caress her face. He traced his fingers slowly over every dip and curve, sliding over her smooth skin. He cupped the side of her face and bent his head to kiss her. He molded and shaped her lips with his own, taking his time to enjoy her and let her enjoy him. He pulled back and looked at her, and he stroked her hair with his hands. The color fascinated him, the fire in their strands muted in the dim light of the bedroom. He’d seen nothing like it, and he leaned forward to bury his nose in it and her hair smelled sweet and fruity.

  “Synn,” she whispered.

  “Shhh.” He moved his hands down her throat, his fingers gliding inch by inch to the row of buttons that held her shirt closed.

  He undid the first one, and then the second, third and fourth until all the buttons were undone and her shirt hung open. He parted the fabric and slid it slowly down her arms until it fell away. Her skin was pale and the color of cream, the texture so soft that he took pleasure in running his fingers over it. He went around to stand behind her, and his fingers moved down from her shoulder, over the skin of her back until he reached the clasp of her bra. He undid the clasp and let it fall away.

  The warmth of her skin, the sweet womanly scent of her body made him long for her in a way he’d never thought possible. He drew his shirt over his head, wanting to know what she would feel like against him, skin to skin. He moved her hair over to the side and he pressed his lips to the crook of her neck as he stepped closer to her. His palms glided up her stomach, until he came to the full, heavy weight of her breasts. She shivered against him, and he closed his eyes when she pushed her hips back, the fullness of her bottom pressing against his aching erection. He moved against her for a moment and squeezed his eyes shut at how good she felt.

  He concentrated on the way her skin felt, soft against his palm. He kept one hand on her breast, caressing her full flesh and her nipple peaked against his fingers. His other hand glided down her stomach as his lips found the lobe of her ear, taking it into his mouth.

  She cried out and trembled against him, and he pressed tighter against her to help support her as he moved his hand underneath the elastic waistband of her loose cotton pants. She widened her stance as he cupped his hand against her, and his mouth left her ear to press a smile against her neck when he discovered that she was bare underneath her bottoms.

  His fingers probed where hers lips parted, and he used her juices to lubricate his fingers as he found her clit. He stroked her slowly, moving his finger lightly against her as he nibbled the skin where her neck met her shoulder, and his other hand continued to squeeze and knead her breasts. She rocked her hips against his hand.

  “More,” she breathed, and he was happy to oblige, pressing a little harder against her as he picked up the speed with which he stroked her. She cried out and ground her hips back against him. She was soaking against his hand, and he stroked her quicker and quicker and she cried out his name and shook against him. Her legs sagged, and he held her up against him, giving her time to recover from the pleasure he’d given her.

  He moved around her, and she looked a little dazed when she looked up at him.

  He leaned forward and kissed her softly, and his hands moved down to push her pants off her hips to puddle onto the floor. He pulled back and removed what little clothing he still wore so that they were both naked. She still trembled a little and her eyes were huge when she looked up at him.

  “I never thought it could be like that,” she whispered, and he took her by the hands and led her over to the bed, laying her down upon it.

  “I’m not done yet,” he said his voice low and gravelly with the desire he felt for her. He wanted to know every inch of her body, wanted to taste all of it and he intended to do just that before the night was over.

  He bent his head and kissed her, letting her feel the extent of his desire for her. She responded, pressing her body close to his as her arms wound around his neck. The feel of her naked flesh pressed against his was bliss, and his heart beat against hers, its pace adjusting to match hers.

  He pulled his mouth away, and moved his lips over her face, and down her neck. His tongue licked her skin, tasting her. It only made him want to cover more of her skin, and he ventured down her neck, over her collar bone. Her breath came in pants, and his hand moved up the skin of her belly to cup her full breast. The pale globes of her breast, combine with the tight peak of her pink nipples called for his mouth like a siren, and he heeded it. He took her nipple in his mouth, sucking it inside the warm recessed, and he flicked his tongue against it while his hand kneaded the other breasts.

  “Synn,” she breathed as she arched her back pressing her flesh more fully into his mouth. He sucked on her nipple and she moved her hips restlessly upon the mattress. He would give her the attention she craved in a moment, but he had more skin to explore first.

  His mouth moved down from her breast, onto her belly, his tongue moving in slow circles as he memorized every inch of her. She shivered beneath the attentions of his questing tongue, and she cried out when he licked a slow circle around her navel.

  “Please,” she whispered, and she rocked her hips.

  He soothed his broad hand down the soft flesh of her lower belly, easing her legs apart. When she was opened for him, he settled between her thighs, and her scent hit him. She smelled so good that he couldn’t resist the urge to tip his head down to taste her. Her flesh was sweet, and he couldn’t get enough. His tongue traced a path along her inner lips, drifting over her until he reached her clit. He pressed his tongue against the b
utton of flesh, moving it in a circle, increasing his speed until he had to grip her hips to hold her still.

  His hands cupped her ass, and he pressed her more fully against him, sucking her clit into his mouth. He sucked on her sensitive flesh until she shook and trembled, her breathing coming in sobs as she cried out his name.

  He eased his mouth away from her, and rested his cheek on her belly, giving her time to recover from the pleasure he’d given her. He didn’t think he could wait much longer to take his pleasure with her, but he was now assured that she’d found the ultimate pleasure in his arms.

  “Synn,” she whispered, and he shifted to look at her. “I need you inside me.”

  It was all he needed to hear, and he shifted up so he was positioned between her thighs. He took himself in his hands and put the tip of his cock at the entrance to her body. He pushed in slowly, and he could feel her stretching to accommodate his girth. Her eyes widened, and once he was fully seated inside her, he held himself still so she could become accustomed to him.

  Sweat beaded his brow at the willpower it took to hold himself back when all he wanted to do was drive into her over and over again until he found his release. He didn’t want to hurt her with his passion so he held back until he was sure she was ready for all he had to give her.

  She moved her hips, signaling to him that she wanted him to move. He slowly eased back until only his head was inside her and slowly pushed back inside her. A look of exquisite pleasure crossed her face, and her eyes rolled back before she closed them.

  “Again,” she whispered. “More.”

  He obliged her, pulling back and pushing into her over and over again. He looked down to where he was joined with her body, the sight arousing him further. He pulled back and pushed in a little faster. She cradled his body, and the feeling of her surrounding him felt better than he’d ever thought it would. Her legs slid up the side of his thighs and encircled his waist as she moved against him. She threaded her fingers in his hair, holding on to him.

  He could no longer hold himself back, and his thrust grew harder and faster as he heeded his body’s demands to find his release. He hoped he’d carried her far enough along that she would join him in release, and if the cries coming from her were any indication, she was as close as he was. She gave a shudder, and she called his name and pulsed around his body. He gave one final hard thrust, and he exploded inside her. He buried his face in her neck, squeezing his eyes shut as he poured himself inside her. Her arms came up around his back, and he lay against her, his body giving small tremors as he continued to orgasm inside her.

  His body finally quieted, and he rolled them to their sides with his body still fully inside her. He wasn’t ready to pull away, so he held her to him until he grew soft and slipped from her.

  He didn’t know how long they lay like that, with her settled against him, her face in the crook of his neck. Her breathing evened out, and he didn’t need to look at her to know she slept. She murmured when he shifted so he could bring the covers over the two of them.

  He held her to him long into the night, fighting sleep as long as he could. He wanted to savor every moment of tonight with her, knowing that for her sake he needed to leave her. He’d disrupted her life enough, and if he stayed with her, he would only endanger her. As he closed his eyes, no longer able to fight the sleep his body craved, he wished there was a way he could keep her with him.

  * * *

  John Avery’s eyes fluttered, and as his senses returned to him, he heard the low murmur of voices. The light was so bright when his eyes opened to slits that he had to squeeze them shut to block out the lancing pain. A groan escaped him, and his body was stiff and sore on the unyielding surface he was laying on.

  “John, can you hear me?” a voice said above him, and he wanted to ignore it, to keep his eyes closed. He forced his eyes open, despite the stabbing feeling in his eyeballs, and the men standing above him swam in and out of focus. He blinked rapidly and shook his head, and they came into sharp relief.

  His junior scientist stood above him, and a glance around told him that he was laying on the table in the middle of the observation lab. A shiver crossed his skin, and he realized that he was naked apart from his boxer shorts.

  “What happened, sir?” Dr. Stuart asked.

  Was that a smirk on his face? For a moment it appeared so, but as John stared at him, he was less sure. Dr. Stuart wore that annoying expression most of the time. His transfer to another lab couldn’t come soon enough.

  He moved to sit up, and Dr. Jerome and Dr. Granger reached out to help him, taking hold of his arms from either side. As soon as he was sitting up on the table, he jerked his arms out of their grasp.

  “Did the alien escape sir?” This time John could see the smirk on Neil’s face as he stated the obvious.

  “Yes, damn you.” John curled his lip at him as he hopped off the table and braced his hand against it until he was steady on his feet. With as much dignity as he could muster while standing in a room with his underlings wearing only his underwear, he strode to the door. He reached for his access card, but it wasn’t on his person. He could see it sitting on the table on the other side of the glass. Thank God the alien hadn’t taken it, since it was difficult to get a new one, and he would have to risk this whole fiasco getting out.

  “Can someone let me out?” He stared at the door, his hostility barely suppressed in his voice. The grinding noise his teeth made as they rubbed together inside his head squeaked in his ears while he waited for them to move.

  His juniors leapt forward in unison, and Dr. Granger made it to the door first and pressed his pass against the access panel. The door beeped and John yanked it open, stomped out the door and did his best to ignore the naked slap of his feet on the floor. He swiped up his access card off the desk outside the door and turned to the other scientist as they gathered behind him.

  “There will be nothing happening here today, so you are all to go home. You are not to speak of this to anyone.” He glared at each of them. “I hope I don’t have to remind you of the non-disclosure agreements you all signed. I’m sure you know of the penalty you will face if anything that occurs in this lab is spoken of outside these walls.”

  He didn’t wait to see if his message had delivered its intended threat. He turned toward the door and walked out of the lab with his head held high, ignoring the snickers coming from behind him as he pressed his badge against the panel and let himself out of the observation lab. The fabric of his boxers was jammed in his ass crack, and he was sure that was what caused their juvenile amusement, but he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing him plucking it out.

  The floor was cold under his bare feet as he walked down the corridor toward his office. Miranda’s empty desk mocked him, reminding him of the depths of her deceit. As he walked into his office and slammed the door, his mind scrambled for a way to turn this whole situation around to his advantage. Recapturing the alien was paramount, but what to do about Miranda?

  He walked over to the small cupboard on the edge of his office and pulled down the spare set of clothes he kept there. It was just a pair of pants and a shirt, but at least he wouldn’t have to suffer the humiliation of parading around in his boxer shorts any longer.

  Once he was dressed he sat down at his desk with his computer display on. He went into the files where the security footage was archived and brought up the recordings from last night. He didn’t know how she’d sneaked the alien past the security desk, and he was determined to find out.

  He started the footage and fast forwarded to where Miranda had come back into the lab. His jaw clenched when he watched her lean forward at the security desk, and the camera picked up how her breasts practically spilled out of her blouse. She’d played that fool Carl like a violin to get back into the lab, and as he tore his eyes away from her full breasts, he cursed her. Why had she had to play the whore? He still hoped this could be contained, and while there was no way in hell she could ever set f
oot in this lab again, he still intended to make her his wife. She would be under his thumb and he would control everything she did. Once that happened, she wouldn’t dare allow anyone to see her like this.

  He switched the view to another camera and watched her make her way to the observation lab. He didn’t know what pass she’d used to get in, but on another part of the screen he pulled up the log of all access cards used, and he matched up the time with the date stamp on the footage, and saw the name Dr. Neil Stewart.

  It would be his pass she’d used, since that fool Neil left his pass in his desk and everyone knew it. He yanked open his second drawer and lifted the supply tray out of the way. A quick glance told him that she’d taken the master key and used it to open Neil’s desk.

  He turned back to the footage and fast forwarded to where he’d come into the lab and walked inside the observation lab. He’d forgotten his wallet in his desk, and had come back to retrieve it, and Carl mentioned that Miranda was in the lab too and could he check to see if she’d found her citizen card.

  He knew nothing about her citizen card, but her strange behavior before she’d left for the day sent alarm bells through him. He knew exactly where to find her. With him.

  When he got to the observation lab he’d seen her with him, she’d let him out of his room. The electro panel on the alien’s back hadn’t responded to his triggering it with the remote, and then the alien had done something to him to render him unconscious.

  Why they’d taken his clothes he had no idea, until he saw the footage from several minutes later. Miranda walked out of the lab and he was standing beside her. He paused the footage and used his fingers on the touch screen to zoom in. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear it was his twin standing beside her and not the alien.

  “He can take the form of other men.” John sagged back in his chair. He conjured in his mind all the possible applications to use this knowledge for if they could isolate what caused the alien’s ability to shape shift. They needed to recapture him first, and it was imperative that they do it now. He turned off the security footage and deleted all the files. No one needed to know of Miranda’s involvement.