The Admiral and the Wildcat: Scifi Alien Romance (6 page)

“Yeah…” he breathed against her skin, forcing her chin upward and grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin of her jaw. “You got a problem with that?”

She couldn’t answer as he kissed his way along her jaw, then up to the sensitive spot under her ear. Just the touch of his lips there sent her system haywire and she clutched at his wide shoulders in response. Needing something, anything to ground herself. Her nails bit into the fabric of his shirt, digging into the skin beneath. He didn’t complain, merely growled and hauled her leg up over his hip.

She moaned in response. The feel of his pants against her hyper-sensitive skin was almost too much and the fact he was nearly fully dressed when she was almost naked fed into a fantasy she hadn’t realised that she had.

“Oh, kitten likes this, doesn’t she?” he murmured as he slid a hand between her legs. The small scrap of satin that separated her from his questing fingers was soon shoved to the side. They both sighed as he stroked a blunt-tipped finger through her slick pussy lips.

“Yeah, you do. You’re hot and wet for me already, aren’t you? Ready for me to spread your pretty legs and slide my cock right…” He found the entrance to her body and pushed a finger deep inside her. “In here.”

“Fuck…”
The groan came from her, her back arching as he pumped slowly. Finger fucking her as he looked into her eyes. Heat flooded her system as she arched against him, eager for everything he offered.

“Yeah. That’s the plan, kitten,” he breathed against her neck and pressed his thumb against her clit. Her body shook, the added stimulation almost too much. “Come for me and I’ll fuck you so hard and deep you’ll feel me for weeks.”

She couldn’t take it. She could barely breathe as he set about ramping her arousal up hard and fast. A second finger was added to the first, the digits scissoring and stretching her body as his thumb worked her clit. He didn’t talk. Instead, he teased her with his lips against her skin, nipping along her jaw until he reached her mouth.

His kiss stole what remained of her thought processes. Sweeping in, his tongue slid against hers, thrusting in time with his fingers. Within three heartbeats, she found herself on the edge. Her body shook with need, every cell waiting…anticipating.

“Come,” he broke from her lips to growl and she did, crying out as her pussy clenched hard around his invading fingers. She bathed them in liquid heat as her clit throbbed. Long, hard waves of pleasure tossed her body in a sea of ecstasy. She clung to him, her hands on his upper arms to ground herself for each hard rush of sensation. Slowly, they ebbed away and he pulled his fingers free of her slick depths.

“
J
ust like that
…”

He nipped her jaw, drawing another little moan from her lips. She lay boneless, her body a quivering mass of reaction as he moved away from her. She watched lazily as he stripped the shirt and pants with swift efficiency, toeing his shoes and socks off in the same movement.

Her breath caught as she saw him for the first time in his naked splendour. The muscles that the fit of his suit had hinted at were realised in full high definition. Admiral he might be, but there was no way he spent all of his time behind a desk. Wide shoulders filled with thick muscle flowed into a broad chest, the definition of his pecs taunting her to trace their lines. His stomach rippled with muscle, the washboard abs making her mouth water with the need to lick and kiss. A trim waist, slim hips and firm, horseman’s thighs framed the thick cock she’d had a taste of, and definitely wanted…no, needed…more of.

“Like what you see?” he taunted, throwing her words back at her.

“Hells yeah.” Lifting her hand, she beckoned to him and he stalked across the room. Not because she’d told him to… no, she didn’t think for a moment she was in control of this even if she had been while she’d had his cock in her mouth…but because
he
wanted to. It wasn’t a walk; it was the stalk of a dangerous predator fixated on his prey.

Her
.

The shiver rolled the length of her body as he reached the bed and crawled over her. His gaze remained fixed on her face as he slid big hands up her legs, parting them to either side of his hips. Why hadn’t she noticed before that his palms weren’t soft? Instead, they were callused and rough as he swept one up the side of her thigh, the other hooking around her opposite ankle.

With a nonchalant pull, not a line of effort showing on his face, he pulled her toward him. She bit back her squeak, watching him as he watched her.

“This,” he bent forward, his hands tracing her curves until they reached her bust and cupped the full mound over her bra, “has to go.”

She started to move, hands already trying to snake behind her back, but he stopped her with a little shake of his head.

“What part of ‘my way’ did you not understand, kitten?” he asked. “You’re mine. Mine to unwrap, mine to tease…mine to fuck.”

Hell…yeah. She could get down with that. His hands slid behind her back, practised fingers unhooking her bra and within a heartbeat it was gone. His eyes blazed, the heat of desire turning them white-hot, as he looked down at her. Her cheeks burned and she flinched, her hands about to lift to cover herself when his shot out to pin her wrists.

“No. You’re beautiful. Don’t ever cover yourself in front of me.”

She could have broken his hold, twisted out of his grip and dumped him on the floor with her foot in his throat. But she didn’t…instead she lay still and obedient beneath him. When her frame relaxed, he released her wrists and transferred his touch to her hips. He traced the lines of her waist up her body to the curve on the underside of her breast. She bit her lip, letting go of a shuddering breath. His touch left a trail of fire and she couldn’t help arching into him as he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples.

“Ohhh…” Then he tweaked them and she gasped, the pleasure-pain shooting through her body right to her clit. Her hiss made him smile and he bent over to claim one nipple with his lips.

Time lost all meaning as he suckled her. His mouth was warm, wet and utterly decadent. Fingers spearing through his short hair, she held him to her, her moans filling the air of the bedroom. He slid his hand back between her legs, finding her clit between already slick pussy lips, and teasing it mercilessly. Within a few strokes she gasped, surprised to find herself on the edge of release again.

“Oh Lady… Fuck, how did you…” She’d never been ready so fast, not after having already come once. Ever. What had he done to her? Some sort of Terran witchcraft?

He released her nipple with a wet pop.

“Don’t you dare come,” he ordered, stroking her again.

“How the fuck do you expect me to stop it with you doing that?” she shot back, the words trailing off into another moan. Trying to keep her hips still, she thought of anything but what he was doing, anything but what he was making her feel and the sensations that rolled through her body at his touch.

“I mean it, Kelis. You don’t get to come unless it’s over my cock.”

He moved, pulling his hand away and she gasped in relief. Only to whimper as he pushed her legs wider and settled himself between them. The broad head of his cock nudged at the entrance to her pussy and time froze.

“Look at me.”

She did and found herself ensnared in that ice-blue gaze. His lips tightened, fine lines bracketing his mouth as he pushed forward. Slow. Insistent. Her body resisted and for a second panic filled her. He was too big. There was no way he’d fit.

“Shhh,” he appeared to be able to read her mind, even though she knew humans weren’t telepathic. “Relax. You can take me. You
will
take me. Every. Single. Inch.”

As he spoke, he let up on the pressure, then pushed again. This time, her body gave and the lips of her sex wrapped around his thick girth. She gasped as he slid inside her in one slow ride of pure pleasure. His hips met hers, balls pressed against her ass.

“I like that sound,” he muttered against her lips, holding himself braced over her on his hands. His cock throbbed in her depths, the pulse of the big veins on his shaft the only thing in their bodies that moved.

“What sound?”

He leaned down to claim her lips with his own. It was a lip lock more torrid and carnal than anything she’d ever experienced in her life, leaving her breathing ragged when he finally lifted his head.

“The sound you make when I slide my cock into your tight pussy. I plan on hearing that sound a lot more tonight. But for now…”

He pulled back and she moaned, the movement stroking every single nerve ending in her pussy. She’d barely registered the pleasure when he thrust in again, hard and fast. He didn’t stop, watching her as he slammed into her time and time again, his gaze reaching down into her soul as he fucked her.

He claimed her mind with the same ease as he did her body.

She moaned and arched against him, wrapping herself around his big hard body. She’d never had sex like it. Never felt this need to give him anything he wanted, to open herself up and offer him all the softness her warrior’s body was capable of. But as lean and hard as her body was, it was soft compared to his. Her curves complemented the lines and solid planes of his as though she’d been made just for him.

Two halves of the same whole.

Then he played dirty. At the end of the next stroke, he paused and rolled his hips against hers. The move trapped her clit between their bodies, the tiny bundle of nerves rubbed and ground by the motion.

“Ohhhh…”

“That’s it, kitten.” He grazed his teeth against the line of her jaw. It wasn’t a seductive move but something far rawer and more elemental. “Come for me. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

He thrust as he spoke, grinding against her on the end of each stroke. It took three before she started to unravel. The orgasm started in her toes, a tingle that swept up her body and over her skin before her pussy clenched hard and hot waves of pleasure radiated outwards like a supernova gone critical. She moaned, hips working against his as her pussy clutched greedily at his cock.

“Fuck!” he growled as she shattered, his movements speeding up until the bed slammed against the wall behind. She arched against him, matching him thrust for thrust as each slide of his cock in her pussy drove her to greater heights.

He slammed into her a few more times, but on the last, he drove deep and stiffened. His cock throbbed inside her, pulsing and jerking as he bathed her inner walls with his hot seed. Pulses that seemed to go on forever, each one sending a new shiver through her as she wrapped him up in her arms, stroking the back of his neck as they came down from the high together.

Closing her eyes, she took a moment to relax and just enjoy the feeling of being close to him. Before he started on her again.

Because he’d said all night. Any way he wanted.

And if she’d learned nothing else about Gabriel Buchanan in the day she’d known him…it was that he always kept his word.

G
abe had always been
an early riser. Too many nights of burning the midnight oil to put cases together and erratic schedules to get to courts on different planets within the Alliance had ensured he didn’t need much sleep. Which was a bonus right now since it meant that he was wide awake after less than a couple of hours of sleep to watch the sleeping woman at his side as the sun came into view around the planet below.

Automatically the windows adjusted, darkening slightly to protect them from any harmful rays. It rendered the cool blue light of this particular sun a soft yellow that clung to Kelis’ curves like molten gold as it slid over her skin.

She was sprawled out, blonde hair a halo around her on the pillow. He marvelled at how someone so small could take up so much room. Asleep, he realised just how tiny and delicate she was. As if the force of her formidable personality made her appear bigger when she was awake.

And she looked damn good in his bed. All sleek toned muscles and inked skin. Propped on his elbow, he took the time to study her. Her tattoos were confined to her arms, but he knew that was common for her species. Far from the rebellious or random nature of some species’ tattoos, like humans, Saragosian ink was specific and the location was important. Each line and swirl meant something and to have a tattoo in places not allowed by custom was unthinkable.

His gaze swept down her arms. The black swirls and loops were tightly packed, the delicate designs making it look like her arms were covered with lace. They weren’t. Instead, he was looking at her life story, etched into her skin for all to see, if they could just read it. He’d never wanted to learn another language so much in his life as he did right then, wanting to know all her secrets. Wanting nothing about her kept from him at all.

Saragosian was a language that took years to learn though, so he concentrated on what he did know. They marked their lives in ink, but civilians marked theirs in a rainbow of colours. Only warriors were allowed to wear black ink…

Kelis’ arms bore no other colour. So his little Wildcat had been a warrior from the moment she’d been born; a veteran of their near millennia-old conflict with a sister race. He itched to reach out and smooth a hand down her sleek side, but knowing she was a warrior born and bred made him keep his touch to himself. He hadn’t missed the fact she’d slid a dangerous-looking trench knife under the pillow before she’d gone to sleep and he’d seen how fast she could move. No, best to let sleeping warriors lie…

But he couldn’t help wondering what her life had been like. He’d spoken to a few Saragosian warriors in the past, all male, and they’d told tales of hard childhoods in trenches before being sent to the front line prior to eleven years of age. Something twisted hard in Gabe’s gut as an image of a younger Kelis came to mind—one dressed up in combats that were too big for her and carrying one of their massive pulse rifles. The damn thing would almost have been the same size. His gaze wandered over her skin again. Saragosians didn’t scar either, so he had no clue if she’d ever been badly hurt…maybe even nearly killed.

Fuck…he dropped his head to the pillow. This was deep stuff. He’d barely known her two days and already the thought of her being hurt almost had him unravelling on the spot.

The chirp of the comm in the other room caught his attention and he rolled to his feet. Instantly, Kelis opened an eye that went from unfocused with sleep to sharp and alert within a millisecond, her hand bunched under the pillow.

“Shhh,” he smiled down at her. “It’s just a call. Go back to sleep.”

She nodded, closing her eyes and, right there in front of him, he watched her fall asleep again within a second. Unreal. Shaking his head, he padded into the other room in bare feet. He’d snagged his pants on the way and hauled them on, hopping from one foot to the other in front of the desk in the corner of the main room before he answered the call.

“Ahh, Colonel Rhade.” He kept his voice level and polite as he dropped into the chair in front of the desk. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Arita Rhade considered him from the other side of the screen. A formidable woman, she was from a warrior race like his little kitten, or in Rhade’s case…two, the heritage of both written in ridges that ran down the centre of her forehead right onto her nose. Her eyes, almost snakelike in their intensity, studied him without blinking.

“Admiral Buchanan.” Was it just him or did her eyes flick down to the nail marks Kelis had left across his chest during their third…or was it fourth…session? Her expression didn’t alter as she looked him in the eyes. “I just wanted to inform you that a new, enhanced security detail will be with you in around ten hours.”

“Oh?” He leaned back in his chair, keeping his face as poker-straight as Rhade’s. “And what if I don’t want a new security detail? Vann is proving more than capable.”

There was the flick downward of her gaze again, and this time, Rhade’s lips did almost quirk into a smile. “So I can see. However, Vann was only on loan to us for a short period. She’s being recalled to her own unit.”

Crap. She wasn’t fleet. If her own wanted her back, there wasn’t much he could do about that. Not wanting to discuss it with Rhade, Gabe just nodded.

“Understood. As soon as your team arrives, she is free to leave.”

B
uchanan was an animal in bed
. Even now, hours after they’d left his quarters for court, Kelis’ knees were still weak.

Standing to one side of the courtroom, she gave every impression she was paying no attention whatsoever to the proceedings. Instead her focus on the room and its occupants was as a good little bodyguard should.

Which she was, but in a quiet courtroom on a mostly secure planet with only two exits that she could clearly see, she could relax a little. It wasn’t like she had to protect him in the middle of an enemy-infested trench system that was both booby-trapped and open to air strike. She swept an eye over the people who sat in the rows nearer the back of the room watching the trial. Like the jury and administrative staff, each one had been scanned and searched for the presence of any kind of weapon and had come up clean. If any of them were a serious hand-to-hand threat, she was a Hasang’s uncle.