The Alien's Handler (Virgin Warriors of Kar’Kal Book 1)

by Gemma Voss

  A broken finger? I snort. Maybe I am in a harsh mood, but I have no sympathy for Vic.

  “I don’t know what I thought you were going to say, but … well, I can’t bring myself to feel bad about that,” I mutter.

  “Yes,” he agrees. “Kiva said he would stop me from killing him if it became necessary.”

  “Oh yeah,” I say, squeezing down on his hand to grab his attention. He lifts his head to smile at me from between my legs. It distracts me for a moment to see him so close to the cunnilingus position. His cheek rests against my inner thigh, tantalizingly close to the promise-land. “About Kiva…”

  He must be reading mind, expression perking into a naughty one. He snakes up closer to my crotch and murmurs, “I don’t wish to speak of Kiva now. Other thoughts have intruded.”

  A breathy sigh releases from my lips as he runs his fingers lightly over the seam of my panties.

  He hesitates. “Ella, are you well enough to be licked? What if I—”

  “I’ve heard that orgasms ease pain,” I interrupt.

  Smirking at my insistence, he resumes his gentle teasing between my legs. He rubs with such delicate movements that it sends goosebumps racing over my thighs.

  “You’ve heard?” he repeats. “I don’t know… I could hurt you.”

  “Baby, it’s sweet that you’re worried, but just start licking me now,” I say. It’s killing me to see him hovering there with those delicious lips so close to my center. Heat is quickly flooding between my legs as he slides his fingers under the lacy trim and pulls the fabric away.

  “Anything to please you,” he whispers. I feel his breath tickle my inner thigh. I close my eyes and let everything else outside of our room fall away.

  Things aren’t fixed, not by a long shot, and I know deep down that there’s a chance they never will be. Kila treats me like a treasured piece of porcelain that will need to be cared for until I am better, but I know that he’s been through much worse than me. One day of trauma is nothing to the horrors of war that he’s seen and the loss that he experienced only a handful of weeks earlier. But now that his team is on his side—on our side—I know that we’ll heal. They don’t want to admit it in words, but I’ve noticed a transformation between Kila and the others. It makes me wonder what was said while I was taken away. They might be close to becoming a real family. It might take some teeth-pulling on my end, but I know I can show them how to accept the love and do it Earth-style. I’m going to make it my new mission… whether those stubborn aliens like it or not. If the way Kila’s working my body is any indication, I can trust that the Kar’Kali are fast learners with the right instruction.

  About the Author

  Gemma Voss writes steamy SciFi Romance novels featuring flirtatious banter, sexual tension, intergalactic misunderstandings, happily ever afters, and a dash of mortal peril. She lives on Earth, drinks far too much coffee, and loves to curl up with a good book.

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  MAX

  I am standing in my kitchen with a baseball bat, wondering how the hell I ended up with this life.

  I never asked this world to saddle me with a household full of criminals and a kidnapped woman in my laundry room.

  A footstep creaks on the top of the landing. I can’t be certain who it is, but I’m pretty sure that I’m better off clocking them with my bat before they have a chance to hurt me.

  Aside from the creak of my floors, its suspiciously quiet. That makes me suspect that my pursuer is one of the mystery men that pulled up on my lawn in a van. I ran from the door before I could get a good look at them, but I know what they’re here for. Chris and Zach aren’t capable of moving so quietly that I can’t hear them.

  It would be no better if it was them, I remind myself. If they come back from subduing their captive, I’ll be their first target. They don’t need it to be true to accuse me of not lifting a finger to help when the pretty brunette hair-sprayed Lionel right in the eyeball. It is true, because I hate that guy’s guts, but they’d accuse me of anything if it gave them free reign to rough me up for fun. I was so certain that girl was delusional when she said someone was coming for her. I even laughed.

  I’m not laughing now. In fact, I’m holding my breath so hard I think my head might explode.

  Creaakk

  Thank God for this old house. The man must be in the living room, on the other side of the wall from me. I step slowly to the left, knowing he will come through the dining area and around the corner to check the kitchen. I wait, my back against the edge of the archway, heart pounding. My palms are sweaty on the smooth black handle of my Louisville slugger.

  Creaaaakkkk

  He’s so close to me that I hear an intake of breath. I grip down and leap into action. Before he has a chance to touch me, I raise my arms and smack down hard.

  It’s a fucking alien.

  A grunt of pain and surprise comes from the beast, who looks like he’s made of metal. I’m a tall woman, and I meant to hit him on the head, but this guy is so huge I’ve connected flat against his nose, which starts spurting with blue blood. He’s so fascinating to look at, I can’t rip my eyes away. Blue hair? Silver skin? He has big eyes that slant a little, giving him a quite innocent appearance. They’re currently fixed on me, wide-eyed in alarm. It strikes me that he’s the most human-looking alien I’ve ever seen.

  He stares at me. I stare at him. That goes on for far too long.

  I come crashing back to reality and turn to run from him. He grabs for my wrist and whips me back around, causing my bat to clatter to the floor.

  He starts jabbering at me in his language softly, eyes flickering over me from head to toe. His nose goes on bleeding as he surveys me with concern. He’s used to talking to someone with a translator.

  “I can’t understand you!” I tug my arm away and clutch it against my chest. “And don’t touch me,” I snap, raising my chin at him. Never show fear. Never. That’s the motto.

  “You are safe,” he says slowly in his accented English. He points to himself. “Help.”

  His blood is changing color right before my eyes— from blue to red— as it flows from the nose that I’m sure I’ve broken. I’m so confused by his quiet, earnest words, by his dizzying appearance and concern for me that I simply stare, wordless for a moment. He thinks I’m a victim, like that other girl. He thinks I’m in need of saving.

  “You are in shock,” he says, ignoring his bloodied nose. “Sit down.”

  I’m caught between a question of whether to lie or run. My body is telling me run, so I back away from him slowly. If he keeps considering me a frightened little mouse type for the time being, he’ll give me space and then I can book it without him grabbing me again.

  “My name is Kiva,” he says with a friendly smile. “I promise I won’t hurt you. You’re safe.”

  It must be the panic that makes me want to let out a big laugh at that. He doesn’t have any idea how wrong he is. How I’ll never be safe. I shake my head, and he watches me curiously. I notice the slightest relaxation in the set of his shoulders and decide now’s as good a time as any. The police sirens start just as I spin and sprint down the hall toward the upstairs bedroom. I already know what I’ll do. I’ve thought about it a hundred times. If I climb out the window of my dad’s old room I’ll be directly above the massive rhododendron and it will break my fall. An okay plan if I can execute—

  Except I slam right into another silvery-skinned alien, one that doesn’t look nearly as nice.

  He holds up his slim-looking gun and says, “I don’t wish to use this on a female.”

  Real nice, I think.

  The one named Kiva that I walloped in the face is right behind me. Great. I’m doomed. Trapped between them in a narrow hallway. The friendly guy with blue hair starts arg
uing with his partner in their alien language. But when the mean one sees him, he starts to look horrified. I blink and look again. Did I fuck up his face that bad? They’re bickering, and I can’t understand, but the gist seems to be that Kiva wants to help me and his friend (rightfully) thinks I’m a criminal.

  There is a clattering of doors, shuffling, and shouting as the police enter through the front door and stomp up to the landing.

  “Ma’am, are you the homeowner?” asks the cop that just barged into my house.

  “Yes,” I say lamely. I step back down to the landing. For some reason I can’t bear to look at that wide-eyed, blue-haired alien who thinks I’m some kind of damsel in distress. I slip past him with averted eyes. He’s got a case of puppy dog face. And I smacked him with a baseball bat.

  The cop lets out a heavy sigh. “Alright, we’re going to have to take you in for questioning. You’re being placed under arrest for aiding and abetting in the kidnapping of Ella Sacco.”

  He starts saying all those things you hear on the procedurals about my right to remain silent as he turns me around and claps me in handcuffs. I stare at the creaky floor and take a deep breath. Welp, bound to happen eventually, I think to myself.

  “Excuse me, but what is the meaning of this? This female is not a criminal! This is a misunderstanding.”

  I startle at the growling tone of the blue-haired alien as he advances menacingly on the police officer. He looks like he’s ready for a fight, but his frowning companion restrains him by pulling his arms behind his back. My mouth hangs open. The cop tugs at me and I follow him, trancelike in my inability to tear my eyes from the alien. Face stained with blood from my blow, he begins to resist, shouting all the while in his strange language.

  What is happening? Am in some alternate universe? Because there’s not a single shred of evidence I’ve witnessed over the course of my lifetime to indicate why a total stranger would ever give a shit about a white trash, hard-ass, messed up person like me. But once I’m in that police car and it starts to carry me away, I crane my neck to watch him through the window. He doesn’t stop struggling, his eyes following me until I turn the corner.