Alien Warrior's Baby (Scifi Alien Romance) (Zoran Warriors Book 2) (4 page)

So much for having a normal conversation with relatives!
I gently elbow Tyr in the ribs. If we’re going to spend more time together, and it seems like we are, I’m going to have to teach him what polite conversation entails. The politicians we have assassinated are, generally speaking, not an accepted topic.

Karen clears her throat. “What brought you here, dear?”

I sit up straight, resting my hands on my knees. My fingers fidget with the fabric of my pants.

Where do I even begin, after all this insanity? Will they believe me? It all almost sounds too strange to be true.

I spill it all out. Every last bit of it. My meeting with Tobias, the explosion on the
Vonnegut
, how Tyr saved my life, and again a short while later when we were attacked in the desert. My relatives hang on my every word, and when I stop talking I notice my throat is parched and my arms are tired from gesticulating every sentence.

I sit back in the couch, exhaling a large breath. I feel relieved for having gotten it all off my chest.

“That’s how we wound up at your doorstep, auntie.” I grab Tyr’s hand and interlock my fingers with his. He holds my hand tightly, and I adore the feeling. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him.

“It know it all sounds too crazy to be true, but… do you believe me?”

“
I
believe you, dear,” Karen says. “But I’m afraid no one else will.”

She grabs the remote and turns on the holo-feed. The room bursts full of light as the familiar face of Central News’s anchor, Megan Martingale, fills the room. She’s as beautiful as ever, her hair pulled back into a tight bun, her face showing no sign of emotion. She’s a global superstar,
the
face of news on Earth.

Growing up, she was one of my idols. I wanted to be like her. I always thought if
I
were ever in her position, I’d have the power to change the world. You could reach everyone! I met her once or twice in passing at the Central News’s headquarters, and both times I was too starstruck to say anything except gibberish.

My smile fades instantly when I hear the words coming out of Martingale’s mouth.

This can’t be right.

This can’t be true.

This has to be some sort of sick joke.

Where are the hidden cameras?

Where’s the show-host to tell me it was all a prank?

Please
.

My fingernails dig deeply into Tyr’s skin, my knuckles turning white, as Megan Martingale’s businesslike voice drones on.

“This is Megan Martingale, from Central News. We’re coming to you live with a new update regarding the explosion that took place on Vonnegut Station this afternoon. We have confirmation from the Federation that this was indeed a Zoran attack, but what is most shocking is that the Zoran had help from the inside
.”

My own face lights up the screen. It’s the same photo that’s on my CN-badge. I’m happy, smiling broadly. It was taken on my first day at Central News. I was young. Hopeful. Naïve.

“Kaitlyn Hunt is believed to be have assisted the Zoran in orchestrating this heinous crime. She’s believed to be armed and dangerous. If you see her, do not attempt to talk to her. Go inside and call the authorities. Once again, she is considered armed and dangerous. We’re now going live to Commander Simopoulos who was the last person to speak to her before the attack…”

“
T
urn it off
,” Kaitlyn says, her voice ice cold. “Turn it off.”

Emma grabs the remote and turns the feed off. “It’s been on the news for hours. They don’t talk about anything else. Imagine our surprise when we find you suddenly on our doorstep… with a Zoran.”

Tears roll down Kaitlyn’s cheeks. “How could they do this? Central News. I gave years of my life to them, and now they’re accusing
me
of the attack that almost killed me? What did I ever do to deserve this? You believe me, don’t you?” she asks.

“Of course,” Emma responds instantly.

Karen nods rapidly at the same time. “I know you, dear. You wouldn’t hurt a fly. This whole thing stinks.”

I wipe the tears off her cheek. I know better than anyone the heartache that being betrayed by your own kind can cause.

“We’ll get them,” I say. “We’ll show them justice.”

“How?” Kaitlyn cries. “What can we do?”

“We prove your innocence.”

“How?!”

“Tomorrow,” I say. “Let’s think about this with a clear head tomorrow. Can we spend the night here?”

“Of course,” Emma says. “I’ll get the guest room ready.”

Kaitlyn can hardly walk. The news that she’s the prime suspect has knocked the wind right out of her. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her upstairs. Emma has prepared a bed for us, but it’s too small for me, of course.

No matter. I’ll sleep on the floor.

As a soldier, I’m used to worse.

Kaitlyn curls up on top of her blankets straight away, her clothes, stained with dirt, sand, and ash, still on.

“Give me your clothes and I’ll wash them,” Emma says, standing in the door frame. “You’re a hot mess, girl.”

Kaitlyn groans in return.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” Emma says, mock-sighing. She removes Kaitlyn’s shirt, exposing her milky, white skin to me for the first time. Her breasts are round and full, covered only by a bra, and the sight makes my armor feel a bit cramped.

“Your hair is filled with sand, too,” Emma says. “You shouldn’t hover-bike without a helmet.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I’m running from the law,” Kaitlyn says.

“Good. Now push up those hips, or there’s no way I’m wiggling you out of those jeans.”

Emma slides Kaitlyn’s jeans past her curvy hips, and I can’t help but drink in the sight of her long, shapely legs. A moment later all that remains is the memory, as she buries herself under a thick mountain of blankets.

“Thank you,” I tell Emma, “for your help.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she says, Kaitlyn’s clothes bunched under her arms. “She’s family, and you saved her life, so that makes you family as well.”

She looks at my dented armor, her eyebrows raised.

“I don’t think I can wash that… sorry.”

I smirk. “It’s fine.”

“Alright. Well, if there’s anything you two need, holler, okay?”

“Will do.”

I close the door behind her, and I exhale a large breath. I rest my back against the door as I try to fit all the pieces together in my mind. It looks like we’re down and out, but I feel like there’s something we missed. Some piece of the puzzle we’ve overlooked.

“Tyr…” Katelyn says, her voice barely a whisper.

“Yes?”

“Thank you… for everything.”

I sit down on the edge of her bed. She’s buried up to her chin in blankets, her brown eyes staring into mine.

“I did just what any Zoran worth his salt would have done.”

She reaches out and grabs my hand, interlocking her fingers with mine. Her touch is warm, and sends a tingle down my spine. I can feel it calms her, and I have to admit, I enjoy the sensation as well. I see a question is burning on her lips.

“What is it?”

She hesitates before speaking. “Do you mind… holding me as I sleep?” she asks, her cheeks burning a bright red now. “It makes me feel safe to know you’re there.”

I’ve never held
anyone
while they slept, let alone a human female, but I find the offer to be quite tempting.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

She nods.

I stand up and remove my armor – every piece of it.

Kaitlyn’s eyes grow wide when she stares me.

“What?”

“You’re not wearing… uhm….” She swallows the large lump in her throat, her eyes glued to my totally naked body.

“I’m not wearing what?”

“Clothes.”

“I don’t wear anything under my armor, no. Why would I?”

Kaitlyn tears her gaze away from my cock and stares into my eyes, and I see the hint of a playful smile returning to her face.

“You’re right, you shouldn’t wear clothes.”

She throws the covers to the side, revealing her body to me. Only flimsy underwear adorns her curvy frame, and I feel blood rush to my member.

As a general, women have not been a part of my life. Zoran women are rare, due to the High Command’s treacherous poisoning of our own species, and my life has been spent on the intergalactic road, protecting our borders and fighting our enemies. I’ve made my peace with this – it’s the tradeoff for a man in my position.

But right now, I’d love to do nothing more than to fold Kaitlyn in half as I mate with her, all night long, in every corner of this quaint little house. I’d sacrifice my command to breathe in her scent, to feel her warm body pressing against mine.

Luckily, I don’t have to.

I slide underneath the covers. The bed is small, built for a human, so Kaitlyn has to lie down on top of me. She wraps her legs around my waist, her naked skin resting against mine. I slip my arms around her, one holding the small of her back, while the other holds the back of her neck.

“Thank you,” she whispers as she closes her eyes, resting her head on my chest.

I want to take her, but now is not the time. She can barely keep her eyes open, and after the events, we both desperately need our rest.

When she’s fast asleep, I kiss the top of her head, drinking in her scent.

Kaitlyn
.

You don’t know it yet, but I will make you mine.

* * *

I
awaken
the next morning because of the sunlight thrown into my eyes. My feet are cold, as the blanket doesn’t go past my ankles, but it doesn’t matter; I have Kaitlyn’s body to keep me warm.

During the night my hand must have slipped, for now it is cupping her behind, my fingers digging into her soft skin. I savor the moment. I don’t want it to end.

I squeeze her curves, and my cock stirs, pressing against her stomach.

“Morning,” Kaitlyn says, as she looks at me with one eye open.

“Did I wake you?”

“Mmhm,” she says as she rolls further on top of me, her warm body pressing down on mine. I run my fingers through her dark hair, and she edges ever closer towards me. Her lips are only a few inches away from mine, until she leans in, and…

“Good morning!”

The door flies open and Karen bursts into the room. She puts down a laundry basket at the foot of the bed.

“Here are your clothes, dear. Take your time and wash up, and then join us downstairs for breakfast. I’ve got some fresh fruit, straight from my garden. Much healthier than that city-food you’ve been living off. Did you sleep well?”

“F-fine,” Kaitlyn stammers, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Thank you, auntie.”

“Don’t mention it, hun.”

Karen leaves the room as quickly as she came in, and Kaitlyn and I can’t help but burst out in laughter. Underneath the covers our naked bodies are still very much entangled, and I give her butt an encouraging squeeze.

“Let’s wash up then,” Kaitlyn. “Shouldn’t make them wait too long.”

She gets up and grabs a towel from the laundry basket, muttering to herself that she can’t believe she, a grown woman, got walked in on by her aunt, like a teenager. She doesn’t know my hearing is much better than any human’s – and I’m enjoying hearing her thoughts about me too much to tell her now.

I stretch out, throwing the covers to the side, my muscles a bit sore from the cramped bed – not that I mind. I rest my hands under my head, exposing my naked frame to Kaitlyn.

“Come on, you,” she says, slapping me with a towel. “Put that thing away.”

Her eyes are glued to my naked cock. It’s fully hard and brimming with energy.

“This?” I ask, flexing my muscles. “You’ll have to help me with that.”

She smiles playfully at me. “Don’t tempt me.” Even her ears are now burning bright red as she tries to look away. Unsuccessfully. “I’ll open the door, you know,” she says.

“Do it.”

“You’ll have to walk to the bathroom like this then.”

“I will.”

“You won’t.”

“Try me.”

“What if Emma or Karen sees you?”

I shrug. “They’ll see what perfection looks like.”

Kaitlyn rolls her eyes, but her smile doesn’t leave her lips. “When did you become this cocky?”

“I see what you did there,” I smirk. “You don’t become a general without being confident in your abilities.” I hop off out of bed and within a few steps, I’m face to face with Kaitlyn. I press my hands against the walls behind her, towering over her, my cock only a fraction of an inch away from her.

“And I’m
very
confident in my abilities,” I growl.

She places her hand on the back of my neck, and involuntarily I wince when her fingers brush against the bullet-wound that’s still there.

“Oh my god, I forgot all about that,” she says. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s not a problem.”

“Of course it’s a problem, you have a bullet lodged in your shoulder,” she says, hitting my chest with her open palm. “Why didn’t you remind me? We’ll remove it right now. We have no idea if it’s poisoned or not.”

“I’m telling you, it’s not a problem. It’s not the first time—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” she says, shushing me.

When she’s set her mind on something, she can be as headstrong as a true Zoran General.

I wrap a towel around my waist, giving in to her persistent demands, and she guides me to the bathroom, still wearing nothing but her underwear. She sits me down on the edge of the tub while she searches for medical supplies.

“Really, it’s not an issue—”

She raises her hand to shush me as she starts her work.

“I’m not a certified medic,” she says, “but I have some experience operating in the field.”

“Really?” I ask. “I had no idea.”

“You don’t know everything about me,” she says. “Now sit still, or this’ll hurt.”

I can’t help but laugh. She has no idea the kind of pain I’ve been subject to over the years. “I think I can take a little—ow.” I wince.

“See? Sit still, you bull-headed alien.”

Arguing with her is useless. I let her do her work, and I’m a surprised to find her medical skills are more than adequate. When she’s removed the bullet she sprays my wound with medi-gel, and it heals instantly.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I run my hand over my skin. I have to admit, it feels a lot better than before. The incessant, painful throbbing sensation that plagued me is now gone.

“Thank you.”

Kaitlyn shrugs her shoulders. She turns on the shower and runs her hands under the streaming water, washing my blood off. “We’re far from even, but consider this a first step.”

“You don’t have to repay me,” I say as I stand up.

I let the towel around my waist drop. Kaitlyn’s eyes follow the action, seeking out my member once more. I step under the hot stream, though I’m taller than the showerhead. I let the water rain down on my muscled chest, the droplets clinging to my form.

“Join me.”

Kaitlyn raises her eyebrows at me, but she doesn’t move away. Instead, she slides the straps of her bra down her shoulders, baring her large breasts to me. A second later she steps out of her panties, and for the first time I drink in the sight of her naked form.

And I thought
I
was pretty close to perfection…

She’s got her arms crossed over her chest, a hot red blush on her cheeks as she avoids my inquisitive gaze.

I reach out and grab her hand, pulling her body close to mine, under the pounding water. My cock brushes against her stomach, and my hands travel to her large breasts.

They are warm and soft, and I love the way they feel in my palms.

A second later I crush her lips with mine. I can’t get enough of the feeling of her skin on mine, of her scent all over me, of the way she moans softly into my mouth as my hands explore her body. Her hands circle my member, her fingers barely wrapping around my girth.

I’m not letting anything stop me from taking what is mine.

I lift her right off her feet, my hands cupping her curvy ass, my fingers digging into her soft skin. I lift her all the way up, so that my mouth is level with her wonderful, intoxicating pussy.

“What are you doing?” Kaitlyn cries out, holding onto the showerhead with her hands as I run my tongue straight over her seam.

I love her taste.

Her cries are replaced by moans as I tongue her, exploring every last bit of her with my mouth. I can’t get enough of her. I find her swollen clit, and I brush my tongue against it.

Every time I do so, she sucks in a sharp breath. I pick up speed, flicking the tip of my tongue against the pulsing nub, and in less than a minute I have her entire body trembling with pleasure.