The Admiral and the Wildcat: Scifi Alien Romance (5 page)

She didn’t though. Instead, she froze, hands splayed over his chest. He murmured in the back of his throat at the touch and bent his head to explore her lips further. They were soft, like warm silk, and…he had to be dreaming because she softened against him, her body curving into his embrace. Her lips parted on a soft sigh, allowing him access.

With a growl, he took what she offered and slid his tongue deep to twine around hers. To stroke and caress, tempting and teasing one moment, then blatantly demanding her response the next. Her breathing shortened, and her pliancy disappeared as she kissed him back, slowly at first, but then with the fire and passion he craved. He drove a hand through her hair, scattering hair pins as he bunched the golden locks in his fist, while the other slid around the back of her hips. Pressed. Held her against him so she could feel the rock-hard bar of his cock pressing against her belly.

She gasped, breaking the kiss to look up at him, a question in her eyes.

“Walk away,” he advised in a low, rough voice. “You don’t want to do this with me.”

And she didn’t. Because if he got her into bed, she was all his…

On his terms.

T
he man could
kiss
.
Holy hells, could the man kiss.

Her breathing compromised, Kelis found herself looking up as his words sank in. Her chin lifted in challenge.

“And if I don’t want to walk away?”

She didn’t. As much a surprise as it was, there was just something about Buchanan that managed to breach her defences. Made her want to discover where this heat between them would lead.

His expression tightened, his nostrils flaring as the blue of his eyes turned to midnight. “Then you’re mine. All night. How I want, when I want… as much as I want.”

Shivers of arousal flooded her body. Oh Lady, he was going to be the death of her.

“Is that supposed to scare me off?” she asked, spreading her hands out wider over his chest to slide them under the open jacket. She dropped her voice lower. “Because I have to warn you, we Vanns don’t scare easily. And a challenge like that…”

She reached up on tiptoe, realising again just how tall and broad he was and pressed her lips against his jaw. Stubble rasped her lips as she kissed a line toward his ear.

He growled again and his hand in her hair tightened, pulling her head back so that he could claim her lips again. He prised them apart with a hard sweep of his tongue and thrust deep to explore the softer recesses within. She moaned, trying to move against him but he held her firm. A silent message that he was in control.

Another shiver hit her, rolling the length of her spine as she quietened in his hold. She could have broken free with one of many moves, but she didn’t. This need for him, to cling to him and let him dominate her was new to her. She wasn’t an innocent; she’d had her fair share of rolls in the sleeping furs with handsome warriors, but Buchanan was different from men of her species. Darker somehow, more dangerous… she didn’t want to fight him for control. She wanted to give it to him willingly.

He stroked his tongue against hers, slid and thrust, wound it around and pulled back in a silent demand that she follow. Her soft moan seemed to please him and his kiss gentled for a second. He broke away to nip softly at her lower lip. The little hurt made her suck in a breath, and her pussy clenched. She ached for him to touch her, to fill her and ease the need within.

“What’s your name? Your given name,” he whispered roughly against her skin, kissing and nipping along her jaw. She tilted her head up to allow him better access.

“Kelis.”

“Pretty name,” he rumbled, finding the spot by her ear that made her breathing catch and her knees weaken. He caught her easily and pulled her up against his hard body. “Pretty name for a pretty lady. A pretty lady I want to do bad things to. And you’re going to let me, aren’t you, Kelis? You’re going to let me do whatever I want to you.”

The need for control radiated from him like a beacon and she nodded. She’d only known him a day, but her instincts told her that he’d never hurt her, not in that way. Her heart…that might be another matter.

He nipped her earlobe, sending a cascade of sparks through her body. “Say it, Kelis, or this stops now.”

Oh Lady, he wanted the words. Her breathing hitched, fingers digging into the front of his shoulders for support.

“I’m going to let you…do whatever you want.”

“Good girl.”

His voice was filled with approval as he bent to lift her. Not a hint of strain in his body, he wrapped her legs around his hips. The thick bar of his cock caught between them, pressing and grinding in the seam of her pussy lips, rubbing against her clit when he rocked his hips.

He smiled at her soft moan. “Oh yeah, you like that. There’s more where that came from.”

Hands cupping her ass, he walked them through the main room and straight into the bedroom. With heated, drugging kisses, he stole her awareness of where they were…of anything other than him. When they came up for air, their breathing was ragged and all she could think of was getting him down onto the bed behind them.

“You’re beautiful…” he murmured, letting go of her legs and sliding her down the front of his body. She tried to bite back the whimper that escaped her lips at the feel of his big, hard body against hers but failed miserably. Had he been Saragosian, she’d have been mortified at displaying such a weakness. But he wasn’t…and she wanted to feel his strength. Wanted his domination.

She expected him to tumble her to the bed, his hands everywhere as he ripped her clothes off her, but he didn’t. Instead, he stepped back, lowering himself to the single easy chair in the corner of the room.

“Strip,” he ordered, a hard expression in his azure eyes.

She froze, a sense of panic and disorientation filling her for a moment. “I’m not…”

Crap, was this the kind of woman he expected? She’d seen human women tempting their intended mates in bars with soft, sensual movements and feminine wiles. Kelis was a warrior. She’d never learnt any of that stuff.

“I’m a warrior. I don’t…haven’t…” She took a deep breath. “I don’t know how to do all that sexy stuff.”

His smile was purely carnal.

“Kitten, you don’t need to learn how to be sexy, everything about you is a walking, talking wet dream. See?”

He cupped his groin, the fabric taut over his crotch outlining the thick ridge of his cock. She swallowed slightly, the size making her knees weak. Fuck, and gossip said human men were smaller down there than Saragosians. Either Buchanan was gifted or that was utter bullshit. She didn’t care which it was, all she knew was she needed what he offered.

Her breath came in short pants and she nodded, hesitant fingers reaching for her jacket. Slowly, she peeled it off her shoulders, sliding it down her arms. It helped that he unbuckled his belt, eyes on her as he flicked the button on his pants.

Yes…that gave her something to focus on.

“Pants next,” he ordered, his voice a deep growl.

He slid the zipper on his own pants down, freeing his cock. She almost whimpered as it leaped into his big hand. It was huge, broad and thick with a bulbous, flushed head. He palmed his shaft, stroking from root to tip, and her pussy clenched. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted a man in her life.

He carried on stroking as her fingers fumbled with the fastening on her pants. With jerky movements she shoved them off her hips, making to step out of the high heels he’d insisted she wear, but a shake of his head stopped her.

“Leave them on.”

She nodded, no argument as she stepped out of the pants, her long legs bared to his gaze.

“Shirt. Slowly.”

She nodded, slipping off her shoulder holster and dropping it carefully by the bed. Sure, she might have agreed to be his any way he wanted, but she hadn’t stopped being his bodyguard. Her weapon would remain close at hand.

The tiny buttons on her shirt were way too fiddly, and her hands shook. She managed it, releasing each button from its fabric prison to part the material. Cooler air washed over her exposed skin and she couldn’t look at him, dropping her gaze as she let the shirt slide down her arms to leave her clad in just her underwear and the high heels.

She reached for the clasp of her bra but he cut in. “Not yet. Turn around. I want to see what I’m getting.”

A shiver rolled down her spine at the possessive note in his voice and she did as she was told, turning slowly for his appraisal. Automatically she altered the set of her body. Lean and toned thanks to both her job and her species, she knew she looked good. But knowing it and wanting him to see it were two different things. One was personal pride, and the other was as arousing as fuck.

“No marriage tattoos,” he muttered, satisfaction in his voice when she turned her back to him.

It was then she realised what he’d been looking for. Saragosian women didn’t wear rings or other jewellery to signify they were wed. Instead, they had their husband’s name tattooed across the back of their hips. Small ones for year-long handfast marriages, then up in size. The biggest tattoos were reserved for the most serious and permanent form—bond marriage. She had none. The skin of her lower back was completely unmarked. She’d never found a man she was even slightly interested in tying herself to, even for a year. No, she lived fast and was beholden to no one. It was one of her rules.

Buchanan could be the exception.

She ignored the little voice in the back of her head as she turned around slowly to look at him. In reply, she nodded toward his hands. They were bare of jewellery.

“No wedding ring.”

His lips split into a grin, teeth white in the shadows at the corner of the room. “No wedding ring. Like I said, I’m divorced. No one else waiting in the wings. You?”

A tendril of relief rolled through her as she shook her head. The fact that no wannabe Mrs. Buchanan waited for him back on Earth made her bolder. She sauntered forward, putting a sway in her hips as she approached him. “So…you like what you see?”

His gaze travelled her body, each look stroking her skin like a physical caress. Her breathing hitched as heat hit her again. Need whispered through her, the craving to have him touch her filling her anew.

“Oh yes.” He looked up, spearing her with that hot blue gaze. “Come here. Slowly. On your knees.”

Oh fuck.

The heels, so sturdy before, seemed precarious as his words sucked the strength out of her knees. Body trembling, she did as he ordered, walking across to him and folding her legs beneath her to kneel between his spread thighs in a move that was far more graceful than she’d ever have imagined herself capable of. It was as if her body had decided that her mind and emotions were way too volatile to trust and was doing its own thing. She whispered a silent prayer to the Lady Goddess at its wisdom because she couldn’t have managed this on her own.

He stroked his cock once more and then leaned forward. A hard hand at the back of her neck pulled her forward so he could kiss her. It was hard, hot and open-mouthed. Fucking with lips and tongues. Pulling away, he muttered against her lips.

“I want your mouth around my cock.”

She did whimper at that, squirming as liquid heat flooded her pussy. How could such a crude order turn her on so much? She didn’t know. Didn’t care. Instead, she nodded, hands smoothing up his pant-clad thighs as he leaned back.

Bending forward, she wrapped delicate fingers around the thick shaft of his cock. He was hot and hard, the skin silky under her touch. Tentatively she stroked a couple of times, altering her pressure and grip to see what he liked. He made it easy for her, his expression open and honest so she could see the effect her touch had on him. When his eyes flickered wider and his nostrils flared, she knew she had it right.

Humming in pleasure, she bent her head, knowing he watched her like a hawk. The fact he did turned her on all the more. She parted her lips and gave him an experimental lick, the flat of her tongue against the thick head of his cock to collect the bead of pre-cum glittering on the tip. He groaned, knuckles white as he clenched the arms of the chair. Hiding her smile, she did it again, working her way around the head of his cock in long, slow licks designed to drive him mad. He rewarded her with a warning growl.

She smiled, flicking him a glance from under her lashes, then took him into her mouth. His expression tightened, his eyes twin points of blue fire and cords standing out in his neck as she slid him slowly deeper. His scent and taste hit her, musky and salty all at once, and she murmured in pleasure.

Shifting on her knees, she took more of him. He was big and so wide she knew her jaw was going to ache, but she didn’t care. She needed more of him. As much as she could get. It was only when he nudged at the back of her throat that she stopped and looked up at him again.

He still watched her. Reaching out, he tangled his fingers in her loose hair.

“That’s so fucking hot. I love the sight of your lips wrapped around me.”

But she wasn’t done yet. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked as she pulled back. His hips bucked, a curse vile enough to make a marine blush falling from his lips. She smiled and slid him deep again. He’d been all dominant, telling her how this was going to go down, which she was all for…but this little bit of power she had over him was a reminder that this was only happening because she’d decided to cede control to him.

She bobbed her head, down and up, all the time working him with her hand until his breathing shortened and the little movements of his hips told her that his cock was in command now.

“Kelis,” he murmured, hand tightening in her hair in warning. She didn’t let him pull her away, shaking her head as she slid him into the back of her throat and hummed in pleasure.

“
FUCK!”
he growled, his head dropping back against the chair as his climax hit him. His cock jerked and pulsed in her mouth, and she swallowed as quickly as he came, her nails biting into the solid muscles of his thighs. When he was done, the pulses dying down to minor ripples, she pulled back to smile at him.

“Your way, huh? I think we need to chalk that one up as mine, don’t you?” she teased.

He lifted his head, the blue of his eyes turned green with his release, and he smiled.

“Oh, kitten, you have
no
idea…”

She didn’t get a warning. One moment he sat in the chair and the next he was standing with her in his arms. The move was so quick she didn’t get time to gasp. He strode across the room to the bed, pausing in front of it to slide her down the front of his body. She looked into his eyes as he did, noting the changes and inflection there. Everything was mirrored there if a person knew where to look.

She let him control her movements, her body slipping against his, off balance until she was pressed against him from mid chest to thigh. His cock, already hard again, was trapped between them. She arched an eyebrow.

“Impressive recovery.”

He smiled, a simple little quirk of his lips that played havoc with her libido. “Kitten, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

“Really now?”

His eyes flared with heat at the challenge and before she knew it, he’d tumbled her back onto the bed, riding her down.