by Ruby Winter
AXON’S LUST
(Cosmic Warriors Book 2)
By
Ruby Winter
Copyright © 2018 Ruby Winter
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Contents
Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
Jaider’s Desire (Sneak Peek)
Ventra’s Thirst (Sneak Peek)
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Description
Jennifer Rose worked as a data analyst for the Intergalactic Agency, where she analyzed patterns coming into satellites searching for intelligent alien life. She never really expected to encounter aliens, so when Revians landed on Earth, she found herself in the middle of race relations between Earthlings and aliens. Among the Revians’ representatives were Axon Voan, a lieutenant tasked to protect her, and the alien who would stir her untapped sexuality deep within her.
Lt. Axon Voan has been on many dangerous missions, but nothing could prepare him for going to Earth. The mission: to contact humans and tell them the Revians’ sworn enemy, the Compiers, were going to attack their planet. It should’ve been a simple mission, except the human Jennifer Rose was placed under his protection. In order to fulfill his duty, he must restrain his urges and yearnings to claim her.
Will Axon succeed? Or will the powerful lust and passion consume them until they have no choice but to give in?
Chapter 1
Jennifer Rose
Working at a place dominated by males is hard for a woman, especially one like me. I detest being looked down on just because of my chromosomes.
I work as a data analyst at the Intergalactic Agency, a confidential organization made by the government, and separated from a bigger division located in Area 51. Basically it’s our job to search for intelligent life in outer space, and to do that, we send out satellites to gather data, and it’s my job to create informational messages if any from that data captured.
So far, we’ve got nothing, which doesn’t make for the most exciting job. That doesn’t mean I’m not busy though, far from it. I analyze every single piece of data multiple times so I don’t miss anything, and we’re constantly on the lookout for variations in data and alien existence.
On the outside, I live a fairly normal, if not boring life. I have a few close friends, but you won’t find me hanging out in the bars or nightclubs very often. I’m mostly devoted to my work.
I was dating someone. His name was Michael. He was a thirty-three-year-old investment banker who was good in bed, and he had a great body.
I mean what more could a girl ask for, right?
“You’re settling,” Lisa said, her eyes narrowing, and her tone completely deadpanned. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been waiting for this.
I pointedly looked at my watch and hummed thoughtfully.
“Wow! You didn’t even wait for dessert this time.” I told her.
We sat at a table in a café overlooking the Grand Park across the street. It was a great place for people watching and judging others, and by others, I meant couples. I was always observing the happy-looking ones walking hand-in-hand, and genuinely looking like they were into each other, as opposed to the ones ignoring their partner with their noses stuck in their phones, or walking around with frowns on their faces. The happy couples were engaged in flirtatious conversations, and the men were always doing something gentlemanly and romantic, like stopping the girl from stepping into a small puddle… the dickheads.
I was bitter. I was jealous.
I wanted that.
“Well, you’re going out with that Michael guy, aren’t you?” Lisa said, folding her arms in front of her chest as she leaned back against her chair, shaking her head at me. “That’s what I call ‘settling’.” She remarked.
“Yes, Lisa, I know that. You’ve been telling me almost daily since I started seeing him.” I replied.
“And despite my constant reminders, it doesn’t look like it’s sticking,” she said evenly. “That man is awful and a terrible date.” She continued. “How could you keep seeing him? There is someone out there so much better for you, I promise.” She said confidently.
“Can I get some more wine, please?” I called loudly, raising my wine glass towards the waiter. I was going to need it in order to get through this lecture again.
“Yes, Lisa. I know he’s awful, but he’s good at sex, and he has a great body, and right now, that is pretty much all I need.” I said as I drank the last of my wine, holding my empty glass up for the waiter. I caught him biting his lip as he tried to restrain from smiling at my remark.
“Yes, yes, all of that is great,” Lisa said, waving her hand in the air to placate me. “You’re getting laid! Congratulations! But you know and I know you need more than that. You need romance and passion, just like I do, just like we all do!” she said, and I scoffed at her.
“Well, what is it you want me to do?” I asked.
“I’m not saying you should stop having sex with him,” she answered, rolling her eyes. “But maybe you should stop giving him so much of your time and energy. Lord knows the man doesn’t deserve it. Invite him over, do your business, and then force him to leave. That’s what I do,” she suggested.
“Yes, I’m very aware of your MO when it comes to sexual partners,” I said snidely. “I’ll take it into consideration, but if he wants to buy me dinner tonight, then I should at least let him do that,” I said. Lisa snickered and shook her head.
“I think you mean to say ‘if he buys you dinner’. Doesn’t he have a nasty habit of inviting you out, and then coming up with some lame excuse for you to pay in the end?” she reminded me.
“Can we just order now? I’m starving,” I said, changing the subject as quickly as I could. I felt so annoyed with myself because I told her so much about Michael, and now she’s dishing it back at me.
There was such a thing as giving someone too much data, and as a data analyst, I should have known better.
***
Hours after Lisa and I went our separate ways, I sat across a table in a black sequined dress at the trendiest and most expensive restaurant in the city. I had my brown hair fixed high on my head in a flattering, messy bun, and wore lots of mascara to accentuate my blue eyes. To finish off my look, I went with a nude lipstick to go with my thigh high stockings and garter belt discreetly hidden under my knee length dress.
T
hat part of my ensemble was for later, and it wasn’t for Michael’s pleasure at all, just a confidence booster I’ve been craving for lately.
Michael sat across from me, devouring his food, and hardly coming up for air. He wore a dark grey suit that looked great on his fit body. He hovered low over his plate like it was going to run away, shoveling more and more food into his mouth as I tried to make some sort of conversation
“So, this restaurant is a nice choice. How did you hear about it?” I asked. Anything to keep from seeing how disgusting he looked as he inhaled his food like a pig. “What made you invite me to dinner here?” I asked again. He was still chewing his food when he answered.
“One of my clients suggested it to me,” he said, a couple bits of chicken flying from his mouth, making me cringe. “He said it was a good place to pick up more clients because you know, people need money to eat here, which means they have money to invest.” He stated simply.
He looked around the room as though he was searching for potential clients, and my shoulders sagged with disappointment. That was not the answer I was expecting. I thought he was going to say something like, ‘because of the fresh flowers and dimly lit candle ambiance’, or ‘it’s a romantic place for couples’… this guy was a terrible date.
“Speaking of which, you don’t mind going half on this one with me, do you?” he asked, eyeing my hardly touched food with distaste. “I knew it would be expensive, but I wasn’t expecting it to be this pricey.” He said. “Plus, you ordered like, the second most expensive dish on the menu, and I ordered the least expensive, and you’re guzzling down that wine like you’ve never had a drink in your life.” He remarked with no shame.
I looked at him completely gobsmacked. Was he serious right now?
“I think it’s fair you pay for your share,” he said, nodding like we had finished our discussion.
He was serious!
My face turned bright red, as I felt my cheeks burning. I didn’t even realize the price of what I had ordered. I only ordered it because I thought it would be delicious, but clearly, Michael took note of the price of everything I picked.
At least he wasn’t making me pay for the whole check this time, I thought.
Realizing that was the most comforting thought about Michael only made me feel worse. I wouldn’t be telling Lisa about this one, as I wasn’t in the mood for another of her ‘I told you so’ statements.
“Sure, I guess,” I muttered grudgingly.
“Great! So, don’t order dessert, okay? I want to get out of here and go back to your place. I have to be up early in the morning for a meeting,” he added as he waved the waiter over.
I looked down at my plate, all of it almost uneaten because I was trying to enjoy the evening, but Michael finished his entire entrée in about 60 seconds flat.
It flared me up inside. I was going to eat at a pace I wanted, and he was going to wait until I was finished, dammit. How dare this uncouth, little… you know what. Screw it.
I began to eat and didn’t bother with anymore conversation. There was simply no point to it. When dinner was finally over, I paid for my meal, and with my acquired liquid courage, I came out full force as I turned around to face him.
“You can go back to your place, Michael, and delete my number. I never want to be stuck with you again, not even for all the orgasms in the world.”
He looked at me like I just dropped a bomb on him, but I held my head high as I turned around and walked away.
Lisa would be so proud.
***
The next day at work was just like any other day. I was sitting at my desk, a cubicle among many cubicles, and surrounded mostly by men. We were in a glass sky rise building on the outskirts of the city. I was looking at data coming into the monitors from our satellite feed, all the while half-listening to the men near me talk about the latest sports happenings, which I cared nothing about. I was fairly alone when it came to womanly companionship in the office, but the upside was I could just ignore the guys and get quite a bit of work done.
As I was looking at my screen, the picture began to act very chaotically with a lot of static. I tilted my head in confusion. I know our building has a pretty good power source, so I’m not sure why it’s doing that.
I shook the monitor a bit and clicked on my keyboard until it stabilized. Hmm, probably just a glitch somewhere…
Suddenly, the screen blinked in and out again, and then I heard a commotion in the office, as everyone else began to experience the same thing on their monitors.
“What is going on? My monitor is screwed up,” Larry, the guy over at the next cubicle said.
“Look at mine. It’s doing the same thing,” I replied, pointing at my computer.
“Perhaps it’s an electrical glitch in the building,” another person said. I shook my head and opened my mouth to reply when someone beat me to it.
“The data here is too important to the government; the backup generators will turn on in any case of a power outage.” David Binks, my manager, said as he walked over to us, looking at everyone’s monitors as he tried to assess the situation.
The picture on the monitor began to bounce up and down more violently, and it became impossible to see the lines of data on the screen. Then everything went black, causing everyone to panic.
“Shit,” David said. He began to shout out orders for a few team members to check the machine rooms while everything else turned into chaos.
I sat at my desk, dumbfounded by the situation as I watched everyone scramble to do something. I wondered if it was just our company having the problem, or if it was the whole building.
I stood up from my desk and calmly walked over to the massive wall of windows overlooking the city. The skyscraper next to us was close enough that we could see into each other’s floors.
Huh. Judging by all the people standing up and walking around in a panic, it seemed we weren’t the only ones experiencing this.
“Look! I think it’s the entire block. The building next to us is in disarray, as well,” I shouted to David. He ran over next to me, and a few of my coworkers did the same. We all stood and watched people in the other building moving around frantically.
“This is insane,” David said. “It’s as if all communication has been cut off.” I shook my head.
“That’s not possible. I mean, if it was, then the satellites are out, too,” I told him.
He looked at me as though I had just solved the problem before turning towards his assistant, barking orders to contact the satellite company.
A large shadow suddenly crept over me, and I turned back around to the window. My eyes widened.
“Sir, I don’t think that’s going to be necessary,” I said softly, my eyes glued to the scene before me.
“Oh my God,” Larry said next to me. I looked at him; his mouth wide open as he stared out the window.
“No way,” I whispered.
There was complete silence in the room, as the view outside caught all of our attention.
Coming out of the sky was a very large aircraft, definitely not anything from Earth.
“Is that…?” I heard someone trail off.
“No, it-it can’t be. It’s impossible,” another said.
“If it’s impossible, then what the hell have we been searching for here this whole time?” I countered without taking my eyes off the descending aircraft. It was a grey ship in the shape of a teardrop, and it was descending at a very slow pace.
An alien spaceship.
“Well, I guess we’ve solved the satellite interruption,” David said jokingly, even though his eyes were devoid of humor, and mostly filled with terror and disbelief.
The ship stopped directly over the city, and we all stared at it, waiting for something to happen.
“What do you think they want?” a colleague asked.
“If they’ve come to annihilate us, then they’ve certainly caught us by surprise. I mean w
here can we go at this point? If they want to hurt us, we’re all screwed,” David answered.
“How did we not pick up on this sooner?” I asked him, and he shook his head.
“They must have some sort of blocker,” he replied.
As soon as he said this, our screens came back up, and the data was going crazy. Another commotion erupted in the room.
“Turn the TV on!” David ordered.
Someone ran over to the remote and turned on the projection screen to the news. Everyone quieted down as they watched the newsfeed jump up and down before becoming clearer. The news anchor was frantically speaking, his forehead glinting with sweat.
“The government has just confirmed this is not an experimental aircraft, but an alien spaceship,” the news anchor said. “The government is advising everyone to stay indoors wherever you are. If you’re at work, please stay at work. Everyone must clear the streets. If you are currently outside, go home. I repeat: the government is stating a mysterious aircraft has just entered our atmosphere, and it is currently hovering over the city, it is not an experimental military craft….”
I moved away from the television as the anchorman repeated his instructions over and over. Our agency was in charge of getting more data in situations like this, and neither the media nor government had much info about what was happening. I turned around and walked back to the window, looking at the grey teardrop-shaped ship.
“What do you want?” I whispered to myself.
How long was that thing going to keep hovering over the city doing nothing? Was it waiting for us to do something hostile, like attack it so it could attack us back?
So many questions were running through my mind.
If only it could communicate with us, I thought.
I caught myself. What if they were trying to communicate with us?
I looked around the station and cursed as I realized no one was watching the data feeds, as all of my colleagues were preoccupied with the ship.
