MILITARY ROMANCE: The War Within Himself (Alpha Bad Boy Marine Army Seal) (Contemporary Military Suspense & Thriller Romance)

by Claire Branson

  Chapter 2

  This embrace with Hermo’our was nothing like the ones she’d shared with Tyr. If she had wanted, she knew she would have been able to stop him.

  Hermo’our’s tongue touched her lips, and she parted them enough to allow its entrance to her mouth. Their tongues dueled for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, drawing up all of her power, she pushed him away.

  Stunned, he stared down at her and said, “No female has ever done that to me before.”

  “Done what? Broken your kiss?”

  “Correct.” He unzipped his jumpsuit and let it fall to the floor around his ankles.

  Jane found it impossible not to look at his organ, which was erect with desire. Her gaze drifted down to his muscular thighs and calves before she returned to his maleness and moved upward. His abdomen was so well defined that she found that she needed to touch it.

  Reaching out, she let her fingers slide up his rippled stomach to the defined pectorals and the well-developed shoulders. His upper arms were powerfully built.

  “Does my body change your mind?” he asked.

  “Your body is more than perfect,” she breathed, “but I haven’t changed my mind. We cannot mate yet. I want to know you better.”

  “You will know me after we mate. That it how is works here on Cartonia. Once we have joined, we know everything about each other.”

  “Not today, Prince Hermo’our.”

  “Then we shall mate tomorrow.”

  Deciding it was better not to tell him that it may not be tomorrow, either, she said, “I would like to see more of the palace if I am to live here.”

  “As you wish,” Hermo’our said as he pulled up his jumpsuit and zipped it. Then he zipped Jane’s clothes. “Come along.”

  By the time they ended the tour, Jane was so enamored of Hermo’our that she regretted spurning his advances. The power he had over her was much stronger than she believed possible. Was it because of his standing in Cartonia? Or was she truly interested in this man? Would he accept her if she agreed now? She hoped so, but she didn’t want to tempt him into mating only to be turned away. From the way he acted earlier, though, she didn’t think that would happen.

  To test him, she said, “I don’t believe you showed me your bedroom, Hermo’our.”

  “I did not think you would want to see it, but if that is what you would like, I will gladly take you there.”

  Before long, they stood in his bed chamber. A fireplace adorned one golden wall with a fire roaring in it. His room, however, seemed as though it had never been cold, even without a fire. His large, silver bed stood on the opposite wall. There were other items of silver in the room, but she saw only the mattress on the bed, which looked softer than she believed she’d ever seen.

  She wandered over to it and pushed it down. It gave way with a spongy softness. Turning toward Hermo’our, she unzipped her jumpsuit and beckoned him to join her.

  Without a word, he strode up to her. His hands caressed her firm breasts then moved up to her shoulders and down her arms, taking the material of her clothes with him. With her arms now bare, he pushed the suit from her hips, and it dropped to the floor at her ankles. Jane stepped out of it.

  His hand went between her legs, to her womanhood. He slipped one finger and then a second into her. In a moment, she was wet with excitement.

  “Lie down,” he said as he removed his fingers.

  While he scrambled out of his jumpsuit, Jane lay down atop the covers and spread her legs to give him easy access to her. To her surprise, he knelt between her legs and lifted her knees. He bent over and kissed her opening before his tongue slithered up her mound, over her stomach, to her breasts, where he suckled on one nipple while he taunted her excitement with his fingers, getting her wetter by the moment.

  She writhed on the bed. She was now his for the taking—if he would just take her. He quit suckling and licked the other nipple before moving upward with his tongue, burning her skin as it made its way over her neck. His tongue slid up her throat and over her chin until it circled her lips.

  Unable to wait a moment longer, she grabbed his head and kissed him. Grasping his male organ, she led him to her hot, wet passage. When he was just at the opening, he stopped and removed her hand.

  Then he bore into her, grinding their pelvic regions together and bringing her closer to fulfillment. He stopped a moment to simply kiss her while in her body. But Jane couldn’t resist. She needed to move, so she rotated her hips under him until he returned the motion. At that point, Jane could bear no more and exploded in a release unlike any Tyr had ever given her.

  Hermo’our drove into her deeper and held his place until he emptied into her and collapsed next to her on the bed.

  “You are my mate now, Jane,” he declared. “Forever.”

  “What if I don’t produce a child for you?”

  “Forever. I will never give you back to Tyr or to anyone else. You are mine.”

  Suddenly, a thought came to her that she had held at bay in the back of her mind.

  “Oh, my God!” she exclaimed. “I must tell you something Tyr told me. It was in confidence, but if you are now my mate, I must tell you.”

  “What is it?”

  “Fenrir is plotting to overthrow your father and take the throne for himself.”

  Chapter 3

  The fury in Hermo’our’s voice frightened Jane. “Why did Tyr not tell me this?”

  “I don’t know for certain,” Jane replied, “but I think it was because he couldn’t make up his mind about helping Fenrir or not. His uncle wants him to be a guard for your father.”

  Hermo’our was very emphatic and pronounced each word as though it were a sentence “I. Will. Not. Let. Him. Do. This.”

  “Please don’t tell him that I’m the one who revealed the plot.”

  “I will not tell him, although he may surmise it.” Hermo’our rose and dressed. “I will stop this coup against my father, and I will see that Fenrir never attempts another. And if I must, I will kill my dear friend to keep him from accomplishing the same.”

  “Let me help you, Hermo’our.”

  “You are a female. How could you help?”

  “We’ll think of something,” she insisted. “Why don’t we begin our own plot right now?”

  As they discussed what they should do to thwart the coup Fenrir was plotting, Jane felt something familiar in her chest, but she couldn’t remember what it meant. Her chest tightened with happiness; she knew that much. And she knew that this was something she had felt on Earth.

  All she could say for sure was that Hermo’our had some sort of mysterious hold on her. She wasn’t at all upset that Tyr had given her to Hermo’our; in fact, she was glad that he had. She truly enjoyed Hermo’our’s company, whereas, she merely tolerated Tyr’s.

  What was that feeling in her chest? If only, she could place it.

  ***

  Awed by the opulence of the throne room, Jane approached the male and female sitting in the middle two thrones. The woman looked nothing like the other residents she’d seen on Cartonia. She was much shorter than the other females, and her features weren’t perfect like the others. Her nose was just a little large, and the smile she offered was a bit crooked.

  “Mom,” Hermo’our said. “Dad, this is my mate, Jane.”

  The female’s silver-blue eyes sparkled, and she smiled broadly. “Wonderful, Hermo’our! You found an Earth woman for your mate.”

  “Actually, Mom, my friend Tyr found her. You remember him. He is the nephew of Fenrir. He did not want her, and I was more than willing to accept her as my mate. Jane, this is my mother, Princess Melanie, and my father, Prince Odin.”

  Jane nodded once in their direction as Lynne had told her was the custom.

  “Welcome, Jane,” Melanie said cheerfully. “I’m so pleased to know that we have something in common. When we finish here, you and I will take a walk on the beach.”

  “Yes, Your Highness,” Jane agreed, not knowin
g why she had said such a thing.

  “Terrific! You still remember some of the Earth customs. You don’t need to be so formal with me in private. Just call me Melanie. And my husband is simply Odin in private.”

  Odin chuckled. “I am afraid my mate has instilled some bad habits in me, but I am glad. She keeps me happy with her Earthly ways.”

  “Dad,” Hermo’our interrupted, “we are here on urgent business.”

  “And that is?” Odin asked.

  “Your cousin Fenrir is plotting against you. He wishes to take over the throne.”

  Chapter 4

  Stiffening on his throne, Odin said nothing for a moment then intoned, “This cannot be true. Fenrir and I have been more than cousins our entire lives. We have been the closest of friends.”

  “It is true. Tyr told Jane that Fenrir wants him to infiltrate the palace by being a guard. Jane told me everything about it. We need to take action to stop him.”

  “You have not known Jane but a short time.”

  Melanie laid her hand on Odin’s arm. “Odin, please. I believe that Jane’s telling the truth. I overheard someone planning, but I didn’t know who it was, and I wasn’t sure what to tell you about it. Since nothing happened, I thought maybe I misunderstood. This was quite a while back.”

  “You should have told me,” he insisted.

  “I know, but like I said, nothing happened. I never heard anything more about it until just now.”

  “Jane and I have a plan, Dad, and I think it will be a good one. Since Tyr has said nothing to me about this, I believe that he will do as Fenrir wants. We should let Tyr become a guard at the palace. Jane will stay with him for now, telling him that she does not want to be my mate.”

  Melanie gasped at the idea. “No, Hermo’our. You can’t let Jane do that. It isn’t safe.”

  “He does not want her and will not mate with her again. He told me this himself. Jane will be safe. She can tell us whatever she hears from Tyr and Fenrir. She has already told Tyr that she will agree to whatever he wants, so he will not know that she reports to me. He will think only that you befriended her. You and Jane will be in communication often.”

  “I’m very uncomfortable doing this, Hermie,” Melanie said, using her nickname for him this time, “but you’re a good soldier. As long as you and Jane talk daily, I’ll accept your plan. Odin?”

  “I will agree,” he said. “We will have to be wary of Tyr, though. We must watch him closely.”

  “As they say on Earth, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” Melanie rose and strode over to Jane. Linking their arms, she escorted Jane from the room. “Come on, Jane. We’ll stroll on the beach while the men strategize.”

  Unable to believe the friendliness of this royal woman, Jane moved along beside her. Princess Melanie was definitely an Earth being; she belonged to the human race, apparently just as Jane herself had. But why did the princess have a human body? Why had she not needed a new one?

  As they walked barefoot in the sand, Melanie chatted cheerfully with Jane.

  “How much to you remember from Earth, Jane?” she wanted to know.

  “Not much, I’m afraid. Things come to me in bits and pieces—like I have something wrong with my chest when I’m with your son. It feels tight. I know it means something, but I don’t know what. And for the life of me, I don’t know why I still know English.”

  “Didn’t Tyr explain all of this to you?”

  Jane shook her head. “I don’t think he cared. All he wanted to do was get me pregnant so he could have a child.”

  “But, like Lynne,” Melanie said with a frown, “that hasn’t happened yet.”

  “Actually, yes, it did. I was pregnant, but Tyr told Hermo’our that Tyr gave me a potion so I would lose the child.”

  “That’s despicable! What’s wrong with that boy, anyway? I always thought he was odd, which is why I had never let him come here when the boys were growing up. Today was the first time I allowed it, and it was only because of you being from Earth.”

  Although reluctant to pose any question to the monarch, Jane spoke hesitantly. “May I ask a personal question?”

  “Please do. I have no secrets because I believe that royalty should be honest with their subjects.”

  “Why don’t you look like the rest of the people on Cartonia?”

  Melanie smiled. “Odin gave me choice—either take a new body, one that was adapted to Cartonia, and forget everything, or keep my body and remember everything. That meant I had to get used to living in this atmosphere, but that wasn’t hard at all. I visited mountains every year when my grandparents retired to Colorado.”

  “I didn’t get a choice,” Jane admitted.

  “I’m so sorry that Tyr wasn’t honest with you. I’m sorry for everything he’s done to you. You’re with my son now, though, so your life will improve.”

  “But I won’t be with your son all the time. Until we stop this coup, I need to stay with Tyr.”

  “That is a technicality. You will be at the palace every day and sometimes at night. You will become one of my ladies in waiting. Do you remember what those are?”

  “Not really.”

  “That’s okay. You’ll learn. The important part is that you won’t have to spend every day and every night with Tyr. Here’s what I think we should do, though.”

  From there, Melanie explained that she wanted Jane to pretend that she hadn’t liked any of the family and that she was only going to be a handmaid so she could be around to listen for anything that might give the coup information.

  When Melanie had said everything she believed Jane would need to do, they strode back to the palace. There Jane learned some of her duties as Melanie’s assistant, such as taking messages to others in the palace. This would give Jane access to all areas without question, Melanie decided, because she often needed help in delivering orders or requests while she was busy.

  Chapter 6

  Time passed, and Jane found it difficult to get used to the changes in days. She would be exhausted when it was daytime, as though it should be night on Earth. Then there were times she would sleep fine at night, while other times she would be wide awake. No wonder Lynne had told her that she didn’t know how old people were.

  Tyr had been placed as a palace guard, and every night after work they discussed what had happened. Sometimes Lynne and Fenrir were present, but often it was just the two of them. If Fenrir wasn’t there, Tyr left after they spoke, probably to report to his uncle.

  Although she saw Hermo’our every time she was at the palace, they never had a chance to speak. Each time he smiled at her, her heart seemed to skip a beat. She wanted to run to him and embrace him. She wanted to be near him. She wanted him to join with her again. In short, she wanted him!

  But they couldn’t mate or even be in the same room for more than a short time because she was supposed to not like him. That was the whole reason of her staying with Tyr and conducting her spy operations for Odin. She would be more than thrilled when this deception was finished.

  As she walked through the palace halls to deliver a message from Melanie to Odin, a door beside her opened. An arm shot out, grabbed her upper arm and pulled her into the room. Before she could react, Hermo’our put his hand over her mouth to keep her silent.

  “I miss you,” he whispered.

  “I miss you, too,” she replied in a like tone.

  “Something in my chest happens whenever I see you. I feel like my heart will explode.”

  “I do, too,” she admitted. “How long before this is over?”

  “Hopefully, it won’t be long.”

  Jane stared up at him in shock. She’d never heard him use contractions before. “You’re using contractions?”

  How had she known to call it contractions? She brushed the notion off as just another memory from Earth, which were coming more often lately.

  “Mom has spoken like that all my life. I know what they are, but I don’t use them often because Dad pref
ers that I don’t.”

  “Then why does he let her use them?”

  Hermo’our chuckled. “He once told me that he considers it one of her charming idiosyncrasies. And I’m also speaking your language because of Mom. She made sure that we spoke both Cartonian and English.”

  Reaching out, he pulled her against him. Oh, how good it felt to be in his arms again! Unfortunately, this wasn’t something they should be doing. She needed to keep her distance.

  “We could mate right here, Jane, right now,” Hermo’our said in a quiet, seductive voice.

  He pushed his pelvis against hers and cupped her buttocks to hold her in place. She loved the feel of him, and she was tempted by his suggestion. To show that she wanted the same thing, she rubbed her body against his.

  “I so wish we could do this, Hermie,” she said, using the name he told her to when she had so much trouble pronouncing his full name, “but I just don’t think it’s a good idea. This is a sitting room. Somebody could walk in on us. You know how your mother likes to spend time in them.”

  “Mom is the one who suggested this,” he told her. “She said we could have time alone.”

  “I want to be alone with you, too, Hermie, but what if Tyr comes in to see what’s happening. You know he checks the rooms regularly.”

  Hermo’our kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth to reunite with hers. She melted closer to him as his arms moved upward and embraced her. Her excitement grew stronger as his hand slid between them to caress her covered breast. Unable to contain the bubble in her chest, she moaned into his mouth.

  Then he moved, gently pushing her backward until her legs touched the settee. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her and laid her on the couch. Finally, he came down on top of her.

  Breaking the kiss, he unzipped her jumpsuit and slid his hand inside to caress her breast. Despite the excitement that increased in her loins as he toyed with her nipple, she pushed his hand away.