“Slowly.” Actually, the plug-in tracker was almost complete but Rave didn’t need to know that. She’d shown too much interest in the device and Kam for her liking.
Frost knew Rave had aspirations of her own. But there was no way that Rave would ever eclipse her in power. Nor would Kam ever be under the woman’s control. That particular Warrior’s knowledge, power and cock would serve her…and her alone.
* * * * *
Planet Xylon
Auxiliary Underground Shelter
With his heart pounding and every muscle tensed, Briggs sat on the hard bench in the alien underground shelter. He returned the communications device to his boot and secured the small compartment. He sighed in relief. Nobody had caught him transmitting.
For some odd reason, the thing wouldn’t switch on in the central bathroom—or whatever they called it—down here, which would have been perfect and private.
Perhaps the positioning of the metal and electrical equipment had something to do with it, for he also hadn’t been able to transmit from the lower level, which housed various mechanical machinery and power sources.
He’d checked out this underground shelter as best as he could, on more than one occasion. Someone always seemed to be up and about, even at night, so he’d had to be careful not to look as if he were doing anything suspicious. This was the only really private time he’d been able to find, while almost everyone was in the meeting. At least it was done.
He had no idea if they’d confiscate the communication device if they found it on him but he didn’t want to take the chance. Every possible advantage for Earth was important, so he did not feel bad about the secrecy. He just hoped the signal and the message he’d sent had gone through unhindered.
As he’d sat there transmitting the data to the tracking center, it all had hit him at once—the monumental burden of his responsibility, of his very possible failure. All this was so much more than just another assignment. He’d been separated from his kind and sent on an alien mission to ensure Earth’s survival. “Fucking geez,” he whispered.
Part of his job was to learn whatever he could about the Xylons and report back.
Even after being here only a short while, he’d already found out quite a lot. Although alien, Xylons looked perfectly human. He’d been told that differences existed but he hadn’t seen anything of significance. When they spoke, he understood their English perfectly. His ego wasn’t so large as to rank Earth and his own native language as the foundation on which every other civilization in the universe was based, so he’d asked Brianna about it. Though some of them did indeed speak English, among other tongues, according to her, their own language auto-translated into whatever foreign ear was in range via signals sent to the brain based on known genetic markers. Quite a scientific accomplishment.
One of the other things that had greatly piqued his interest was that breeding between Xylons and humans was possible and had been taking place for centuries. In fact, for the last several years, they’d often harvested females from Earth for breeding purposes, from what Pitch and Brianna had told him. His superiors would definitely be interested in that information.
Of course, if they were snatching or impregnating women against their will, he doubted they’d inform him of that. Perhaps some of the alien abduction stories on Earth had a basis in fact after all.
After his stay in the Lair, he’d already known that sex between Xylons and humans wasn’t a problem. Since then, he’d desperately wanted a taste of an alien female. Not just any alien female of course. Only Brianna. Thoughts of her kept him warm at night and sane during the day.
He ached to see her naked, to find out what any physical differences might be and to sate his hunger for her. Then at least he’d have that special memory once they parted ways.
He shook his head, dismissing the thought that he might never see her again after they got out of here. Somehow that possibility bothered him more than he’d expected.
More than it should.
The stress of everything had exhausted him and was making him feel more compassion for these people than was prudent. His eyelids felt heavy and his chin dipped to rest on his chest.
As soon as he began to drift off, the visions came to him as they did almost every time he closed his eyes. Visions of Brianna.
He no longer tried to push the visions away as he had in the beginning. Why should he? He wasn’t some robot.
At first he’d thought the sexual visions odd, the way they repeated over and over, as if they weren’t really his own but instead were, well, implanted maybe. A strange thought, he knew. He’d watched one too many science fiction flicks in his time, he supposed. Soon enough though, he’d changed his mind about the fantasies, and though often problematic or even awkward during the day, he sought them out each night.
He wondered what Brianna’s pussy really looked like. He needed to know. Beyond his fantasies. He swore that before his mission was complete he’d find out first hand how a Xylon pussy truly looked, felt and tasted. And how deeply his cock would fit inside.
In his fantasy, she smiled enticingly at him as she slowly peeled the uniform down her body. In the visions, they never had anything on underneath their uniforms or on their feet. At the sight of her bare body, his cock hardened.
Her full, pale breasts made his mouth water. The rose-colored nipples would taste exquisite in his mouth. He knew that without a doubt. He wanted to suck them until she squirmed with as desperate need as he.
His gaze slid lower as he admired her body, doubting that he’d ever tire of the sight. Her stomach had a slight curve to it but was otherwise flat. He’d love to drag his lips across the soft-looking flesh, then ease lower and lap at her cunt until she came.
He wondered what sounds she made when she climaxed. And how loud he could make her scream in ecstasy.
Her uniform dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it. Ah, yes. She looked lusciously human in his mind. He couldn’t rip his eyes from her pussy. He saw the moisture in her dark curls. Yes. She wanted sex. She wanted him.
He wouldn’t disappoint her. He’d fuck her until she was completely sated and couldn’t move.
His gaze dipped down her body, examining the rest of her. Her legs went on forever. Even her feet looked sexy to him. Standing there naked, her long brown hair flowing over her shoulders, the bottom of the strands teasing her nipples, her piercing green eyes begging for his touch. He couldn’t resist her.
He stood and stepped forward, ready to take her. To fuck the hell out of her. She stopped him with a hand to his chest before he could drag her into his arms for the kiss he craved. He arched an eyebrow.
Brianna’s fingers slowly pulled down the zipper of his uniform. “I want you naked too,” she purred.
His cock twitched at her words. He loved her voice. Sexy. Strong, but all feminine at the same time. A woman who knew what she wanted.
He knew what he wanted as well, what he had to have. Her. Now. He quickly shucked his uniform and kicked it aside.
She eyed him from head to toe. Her gaze stopped at his cock and a small smile crossed her face. She ran her tongue along her lower lip and he saw her pupils dilate slightly.
That did it. That hungry, feminine look made him feel like “hunk of the universe”.
Damn, his cock ached to be inside her pussy. When younger, he’d been quite the player.
He knew how to fuck a woman and make her beg for more. He’d been nicknamed
“Ramrod” for more than one reason.
Though a hard and fast fuck wasn’t his only skill. He liked a soft and slow seduction just as much. He wondered which one Brianna favored.
He’d grown up emotionally and settled down physically quite a bit since his wild days. Now he preferred women who affected him on a deeper level. The sex was so much more powerful, he’d learned. He reached for Brianna, yanking her into his arms.
Her startled laugh felt as good as her war
m, soft flesh. Her nipples pressed against his chest and he groaned.
His lips found and covered hers and when she opened her mouth his tongue plunged inside, tasting and exploring her. Sweet and smooth as honey. Just as always.
Would her cunt taste just as good?
He felt her reach between their bodies. When her fingers circled his cock, he almost lost it. He tore his lips from hers. “If you pump me even once, I swear I’m going to come in your hand.”
“No. Not in my hand.” She cocked her head at him, then dropped to her knees in front of him. “In my mouth.” She squeezed and massaged his shaft.
“Fuck.” His balls hurt like hell. He plunged his fingers into her hair, barely able to control himself. If that’s what she wanted, he would comply. With pleasure. “You want my cum down your throat? Then suck me. Now.”
Her mouth drew closer and he thought he’d die from the anticipation or spurt right on her face if she didn’t take him inside her soon. Her tongue darted out to slowly lick the beads of moisture from his flesh.
“Ah, hell.” Exquisite feeling, but too damn slow. She was torturing him. His fingers tightened in her hair. When her mouth slid over the tip of his cock, then farther to engulf the entire head, he groaned. Finally.
“Mmm.”
“Brianna…” He’d never felt anything so sexually powerful. “Suck,” he encouraged, barely able to keep his voice from sounding like a command. Her submissive position, on her knees in front of him, made him feel dominant. In control. But at her mercy at the same time. The pure ecstasy of her mouth around his cock made his whole body tremble.
She sucked him strong and deep. Her hands slid around to his ass and her nails grazed his skin, making him tremble. His climax was in her hands. Well, in her mouth.
Knowing she’d be swallowing his cum almost sent him over the edge.
“Ah, yeah, harder. I’m just about there.” Past there, truthfully but he was determined to hold out. When she sucked and bobbed, he gritted his teeth, needing to come but not allowing himself to. He wanted to draw out the ecstasy as long as possible. Forever, if he could.
* * * * *
“Earth? Why is Earth so important?” Brianna asked, growing more confused by the moment. “I mean we already know that the Egesa want to control Earth’s people and resources. They would have accomplished that long ago if we hadn’t stopped them. But what does that have to do with actual survival? Marid can survive on its own resources indefinitely.”
She suddenly squirmed uncomfortably. Visions flickered through her mind.
Blurred. Familiar and definitely sexual. Damn. Her pussy throbbed. She needed to come badly.
“I speak of Daegal himself,” Laszlo explained. “Not the Egesa. Please, let Colonel Briggs know he can come in now and I’ll explain what’s happening and what has been in the works, as the Earthlings say. Brianna?”
Her attention snapped back to Laszlo. “Oh. Yes. Sorry.” She felt an embarrassing warmth on her face. Hoping nobody else noticed, she cleared her throat, then stood and walked to the door.
Obviously all of this was related to the reason Briggs had been plucked from his home planet and brought to Xylon. Much to her aggravation, he had refused to tell her any further details beyond what she already knew, saying that was Laszlo’s decision for when the time was right. Though frustrating, she had to admire his loyalty to duty. She couldn’t judge him the same as she had Kam, for Briggs didn’t know what they’d been through, nor did he understand their doubts or the dynamic of the group here.
The doors whooshed open. When she looked out, Sam’s head snapped up with a start. He looked flushed. “You can come in now, Sam.”
Seeming a bit out of sorts, he nodded and pushed to his feet. He adjusted his uniform then joined her inside the room. While he stood there, he shifted back and forth until the others scooted over and she pulled up a chair beside hers. After she reseated herself, he sat down next to her and folded his hands on the table.
“Are you all right?” she whispered to him.
“Yeah. Sure. Fine,” he answered, his voice a bit scratchy. He cleared his throat, not meeting her gaze.
Once he was settled, Laszlo continued the meeting. “Briggs is part of an experiment called Project ACE—alien command exchange. It’s a cooperative project between Xylon and Earth. In this case, the United States military. Daegal needs Earth, or rather, the citizens of Earth. We don’t have the numbers anymore to fight Daegal and the Egesa alone. In order to defeat them, we need the help of Earth’s military forces and they need us. They stand no chance at present because, even if we arm them with advanced weaponry, they have no natural protection from the Egesa poisons and diseases. In the end, they wouldn’t be able to survive.”
Interesting, Brianna thought, her full attention focused on Laszlo’s words. They’d had the numbers to fight the Egesa, until the bombing. Project ACE had been put together sometime before that. So did that mean Laszlo knew about the destruction to come, which would give Daegal a clear path to head toward Earth, en mass, as opposed to only a few scout ships?
Or maybe he’d set ACE up as a backup plan. She vaguely remembered him saying something in passing right before the bomb hit Xylon. Or was it after? She couldn’t remember now. But somehow it was all connected.
And she wondered about another issue concerning ACE. Alien command exchange.
That suggested a swap. Who had gone to Earth in exchange for Briggs? So many unknown details made her stomach churn and her suspicions rise all over again.
“Part of ACE was to see if Earth’s people, full-blooded human males specifically, could withstand our Initiation Rite and if it would protect them as it does us. So, they could then fight effectively, with our help, to keep their planet free.”
So that’s why Briggs had been given a special Initiation formula. But the Initiation was an ancient, genetic rite. One couldn’t synthesize it or change it in any way without consequences. Besides, it wasn’t just a protection ceremony, it was a bonding rite and a breeding preparation. To generalize such a rite for military purposes, with an alien society, boded trouble, in her opinion.
“What about human females?” Alexa asked. “My mother was initiated. She was full-blooded.”
“Females are a special situation due to their hormones. Some human females have no problems from what we’ve been able to ascertain by conducting simple tests, which is one way we used to select off-world mates years ago. But most have complications, which we still haven’t figured out how to overcome. The males should be easier to work with because their system levels remain more stable and more consistent from subject to subject. I felt we didn’t have a lot of time left for continued experimentation.
We had to pick the larger and stronger gender base to study and perfect, even though we didn’t really have a lot of detailed hormonal data accumulated on human males.”
“What exactly does Daegal need with Earth?” Brianna asked. “You still haven’t said.” She noticed that Briggs leaned forward in interest. Was it possible he hadn’t been given that particular detail either?
“Daegal is fighting the same weakness that I am, as the Top Commander should be too. We know of a fix. Unconventional. But it works. Short term only though, so the treatment has to be continuous. He needs Earth’s bodies to harvest the substance, which can’t be exactly replicated. At least, our trials have not been successful, so far.”
“It sounds like you’ve been working together on this,” Braden inserted.
“We have shared information.”
Brianna stiffened. She exchanged a look with Braden.
Alexa gave a nervous laugh. “The way you’re talking, you make it sound like Daegal needs our…Earthlings’…blood or something.”
“No, not your blood. That could easily be manufactured by our labs. It’s your spinal fluid.”
“What?” she and Briggs asked at the same time, leaning forward in their seats, their eyes wide.
Well, that confirms it, Brianna thought. Briggs hadn’t known. The shock on his face told the story. Spinal fluid. Damn.
“The naturally produced spinal fluid of full-blooded Earthlings contains special elements that will rejuvenate our health. We have definite confirmation of that from preliminary experiments.”
Brianna refrained from asking how he’d acquired that particular data. She already knew that human females were brought to Xylon on a regular basis. She’d thought only for breeding purposes but perhaps not.
Alexa sometimes worked with the women after they arrived. Since she’d been taken from Earth too and had gone through a similar experience, she could relate easily to them. From her reaction to Laszlo’s words, she obviously had no idea about any spinal fluid experiments.
Perhaps full-blooded humans brought to Xylon had gone to a private, secret area of the Lair. Or maybe even to some experimental facility outside the Lair. Briggs had been brought to the Lair without her knowledge.
“Both Leila and I have tried to recreate the substance, without success. The shots we’re using are keeping me alive for now. But with each injection the effectiveness lessens.”
Leila. Brianna’s gaze switched to the woman. Erik’s hand reached out and clutched hers. A definite protective gesture.
“There is something about the natural, pure fluid that makes it unique for the purpose we need. Something we can’t duplicate. Daegal is already on his way to Earth to enslave its people, so he can extract the fluid he and the Top Commander need. His Healers have also been unsuccessful with their trials. They have given up and will go directly to the only available, unlimited source now.”
“How do you know he’s already on his way?” Briggs asked.
“His plans weren’t exactly a secret.”
“From you,” Braden said.
“Yes.”
Brianna felt Briggs stiffen next to her. She wanted to reach out to him but held back.
On the other side of her, Torque also stiffened, then shifted in his seat.
“I would not agree to join with him in this,” Laszlo further explained. “He knew I—
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