3013: SYNERGY: A 3013 Novella (3013: The Series) (3 page)

Orion chuckled and shot his friend a
grin. “You could try.”

“Come now, children. Let’s not fight,”
Daven chided. “Save it for next time we are sparring. That way I can enjoy it
as I watch the two of you act stupid.”

Blaiz snorted, then jerked a nod at the
two D’Aire males walking in front of them. “So, you told those two about the
Xenon?”

Orion sighed. “They were bound to hear about
the situation while they’re on the space station. It was better for them to
hear it from me.”

“True, but I’m a seeker, just as you
are, and I can’t read them.” Blaiz paused before he added, “There is something
about them that I don’t trust. However, that could be because I think they’re
both self-entitled assholes.”

“I agree,” Daven said. “I’m not sure
either of them would represent our race well.”

Orion was about to answer when his
attention was captured by the sound of feminine laughter. Suddenly, everything
seemed to come to a halt. He slowly turned his head and saw a human female
talking with two identical looking Helios males on the far end of the docking
bay. Her laughter lit up the room, turning the stark grey interior into an
entirely different world, a world of brilliance and wonder.

The female was absolutely breathtaking.

She was tall for a human woman, and even
with her Alliance uniform on, he could tell she had curves in all the right
places. Beautiful, long, dark hair was pulled back and secured at the nape of
her graceful neck. His fists clench at his sides as he thought about running
his hands through those curly locks. That thought shocked him to his core.

What in all the worlds was he thinking?
 

Never in his life had he reacted to a
female this way. Something was wrong…or maybe it was finally right. He didn’t
realize he had taken a few steps toward her until Blaiz’s hand clamped down onto
his shoulder, halting his movement.

“Is something amiss?”

Orion had a hard time tearing his gaze
away from the female, but he turned to his friend with wide eyes. “That human
woman…”

Blaiz glanced over to where the woman
stood with the two Helios. “Do you know her?”

Orion started to shake his head, then
paused. He had never met her, but his soul knew her. He could sense it. Feel
it. “I think she is my keeper.”

Daven sucked in a breath sharply.
“Stars, can it truly be?”

Blaiz sighed. “Well, damnation…a human?”

Orion’s eyes narrowed as he growled,
“Do you have a problem with that?”

Blaiz’s hands shot up in the air in a
conciliatory gesture. “Of course not. I’m just surprised.” His lips curved
slowly. “I’m happy for you.”

“As am I,” Daven added. “This is a miracle,
Orion.”

The three of them turned as the
dark-haired beauty threw her head back to laugh at something one of the Helios
males said. A wave of desire shot through Orion’s system, but it quickly merged
with a healthy dose of anger. His entire body stiffened with outrage that the
other males were standing so close to her. They were the recipients of her
lovely smile that belonged to him…only to him.

“Calm,” Daven said softly.

Orion realized that he’d been all but
growling with his jealousy, and forced himself to regain control of himself. “She
is beautiful,” he whispered reverently. “And she belongs to me.”

“What she is, is leaving,” Blaiz said
as she waved to the two Helios and headed for a secured door at the end of the
docking bay. “Go after her. We’ll make sure the two dickheads are entertained
in your absence.”

Daven shook his head. “You and your
human slang.”

Blaiz grinned.“I like their colorful
sayings. Especially their swear words. They make getting my point across so
much easier.”

Orion left his friends behind without a
thought as he followed after the human woman with the focus of a predator after
prey. When an elite officer stepped in front of him before he could reach the
door, he had to force back the snarl that wanted to tear from his throat. Orion
wanted to shove the human for daring to get in his way, but stopped himself before
he caused the smaller man injury.

“Whoa! Hey, you can’t go in there.”

He stared down at the shorter male
through narrowed eyes. “I need to speak to the female that just went into that
room.”

“Who, Morgan—I mean, Officer Chavez?”

Morgan Chavez. So, that was his
keeper’s name. Orion hated using his status to get special treatment, but he
didn’t hesitate to now before the officer could protest again. “I am Ambassador
Orion D’Sil, and I need to speak with Morgan. Now.”

The elite’s eyes widened. “Shit, I thought
I recognized you. I mean, sorry, sir! Is Morgan the Liaison Officer in charge
of your visit? Here, let me get the door for you.”

He flushed a little and gulped
nervously as he hurried over to the panel by the door and entered a code into the
security pad. “Morgan’s helping out with inventory while a couple of our people
are down with space sickness. Are you sure you want to go into the storage
area? I could go find her and bring her out here for you instead.”

The door slid open, and Orion held up
an imperious hand when the elite tried to follow him inside the storage room.
“You will remain out here.”

Whatever else the elite tried to say
was cut off as the door slid shut again. Orion glanced around for Morgan, but
all he saw were crates blocking his way. Taking a few steps further, he saw the
storage room was like a maze. Crates were piled high, stacked in rows in the
middle of the large room, and against the far wall were huge metal shelves
filled with smaller containers.

He looked down all the corridors
between the crates and saw that they were empty. Anticipation hummed over
Orion’s skin like an electrical current as he reached the last corridor…and there
she was. His heart beat rapidly as he saw Morgan standing in front of the wall
of containers, holding some sort of scanner up to one of them. Her head bent as
she keyed in some information into the scanner, and he couldn’t help but admire
her as he watched her in silence for a few seconds.

The pull was there…that unexplainable
tie that bound a D’Aire to their keeper. The bond wasn’t something that could
be put into words. As the keeper of his heart, Morgan had instantly become the
most significant, vital person in his life. She was now the keeper of his
heart, body and soul, and he would find a way to claim hers in return.

She was absolute perfection, and he was
in awe of her beauty.

Her waist was slim, and she had full
breasts that couldn’t be hidden beneath the drab uniform jacket she wore. Just
thinking about touching her made his cock grow hard as rock. It was a strange
feeling for him, since he had never experienced feeling desire for a female
before. In all the years he had been alone, he had never wanted to share his
body with another. Some of his kind had tried having sex before they were
bonded, but that was something Orion had wanted only with his keeper.

Finally, he truly understood why humans
were so emotional. Unable to stay away, he walked forward slowly, needing to be
near Morgan. He could feel that connection between them growing stronger as he
got closer to her. It was a wonder that he had enough self-control to hold back
from rushing, though, he didn’t want to frighten her. Instead, he would take
things slow, court her like she deserved.

He’d been searching his entire life for
her, and now that he’d found her, he could hardly believe she was real. She
didn’t know him, but he would prove himself to her. He had a lifetime to devote
himself to her, to fulfill her every wish and dream. They were destined for one
another. Fated to share a love that would stand the test of time. It would be a
bond that nothing could break, that no one could come between.

In a few moments, both of their lives
would change forever.

Because after he claimed her, he would
never let her go.

CHAPTER THREE

Morgan froze as someone called out to
her.

Actually, the sound of her name had
been more like a low, throaty purr, and it immediately sent her pulse racing.
She turned her head to see a D’Aire male walking toward her. As a liaison
officer, she had come in contact with many D’Aire during the course of her
duties, but there was something special about this male.

As he got closer, recognition struck.
When she had been stationed in the Capital back on Earth, she’d never had the
opportunity to work with Ambassador D’Sil. However, that didn’t mean she wasn’t
aware with who he was. He was a popular and active D’Aire Ambassador that
visited Earth often, and he had many powerful friends.

All of the D’Aire were attractive, with
beautiful faces, and hard, sculpted muscles, but Morgan found it difficult to
breathe as she stared at Ambassador D’Sil. There was something about him in
particular that captivated her.

His long, white hair fell loose around
his handsome face. He had a strong jaw, high cheek bones and perfectly shaped
lips. His iridescent blue eyes were locked on her, and his gaze made her shiver
with awareness. The simple, white tunic and matching pants he wore added to his
angelic appearance, but she knew that despite his saintly appearance, he was a
warrior, through and through.

Watching him, it was impossible not to
notice how gracefully his body moved, almost as if he were gliding instead of
walking. The D’Aire race had been nicknamed
angels
by humans, and Morgan
had been privileged to witness several of them with their magnificent wings released
in the past. Those wings added another foot to their already impressive height
since all of them stood around seven feet tall.

Stars, he was a scorcher. Hot enough to
make her damn glad she wore underwear today since she could feel herself
growing damp just by looking at him.

Holy nova, had she suddenly lost her
mind?

What in the worlds was wrong with her? She
shouldn’t be thinking about things that would surely get her into trouble, and
she definitely needed to stop looking at him as if she wanted to gobble him up
in big, greedy bites…even if she really wished she could. Focus, she scolded
herself as she turned to faced him completely.

“Ambassador D’Sil, what are you doing
here?” Hell, that wasn’t what she meant to say. She knew proper protocol for greeting
ambassadors, and that definitely wasn’t it.

His lips curved in a small smile. “You
know who I am.”

“I used to be stationed in the Capital.
I was never assigned to you, but I saw you a few times when you visited Earth. Not
that I was spying on you or anything. I just meant I saw you from a distance.
Hell,” she muttered before saying, “I’m sorry, that wasn’t a proper greeting.
I’m Liaison Officer Morgan Chavez, and—”

“I know exactly who you are as well,”
he said softly, interrupting her nervous ramble. “And to answer your question, I
came here for you.”

His deep voice sent a wave of desire
sweeping through her. She could feel warmth rush to her cheeks, and hoped like
hell he didn’t realize why she was blushing. He slowly walked forward until he
stood right in front of her, so close she had to tilt her head back to keep eye
contact with him.

“That’s…umm. Okay, can I, umm, do
something for you?”

He didn’t answer her question. Instead,
he simply stared at her and said, “You are so beautiful. Forgive me, little
one.”

“Forgive you?” She blinked in
confusion. “For what?”

“For losing hope. I have traveled the
stars looking for you, but I feared this day would never come. You are my
keeper, Morgan. Bound to me, as I am to you.”

“Wh-what?” Oh no, she thought wildly,
but it was too late.

He’d raised a hand, stroking his
fingertips gently over her cheek, and that soft touch was all it took. His
emotions swamped her, but not like they normally did when she came in contact
with someone. She didn’t feel invaded or tainted. This was a slow, steady
surge, seeping into her pores until she felt filled with him. He merged with
her, filling all the dark spaces inside her. The hollow places in her that left
her feeling fractured and broken were now overflowing with his desire and
need…for her.

As if she were the most important thing
in the entire universe to him.

And she was. She could feel it, sense
it with every atom of her being. The power of his feelings for her coalesced
with her own desire, building with intensity until she felt as if a thousand
tiny strands of energy connected them together.

Before Morgan knew what she was doing, she
launched herself at him. Orion’s eyes widened, but he caught her, easily
holding her smaller body against his large frame. It was madness, but she
couldn’t make herself stop as her legs wrapped around his waist, plastering her
body against his. Stars, he felt good, but it wasn’t enough. Fisting her hands
in his silky hair, she slammed her lips down on his, fusing them together.

The taste of him burst through her like
a sunbeam, so strong she felt white-hot desire burning through her system. She
closed her eyes, savoring the feeling. Never before had she experienced this
kind of yearning, and she lost herself in the haze of it.

Stop! What the hell am I doing?

Her mind cried out, but the words were
trapped inside of her. The need for him was too intense for her to fight, and
she lost herself as his mouth opened under hers, inviting her in. She wrapped
her arms around his neck as her tongue stroked against his, taking, tasting.
Shivering from the lust careening through her system, she was barely aware that
he was moving, taking them further into the shadows between two large stacks so
they were no longer out in the open.

Her back hit the crates, his hard body
easily holding her in place. Raw need exploded inside her, and she felt a flood
of liquid heat spill from between her thighs as his rigid cock pressed against
her core. She heard the sound of her own blood roaring in her ears, and her
heart felt like it was going to pound right out of her chest.

Shifting against him, she ground her
pussy over his cloth-covered cock, making them both moan. In response, he
thrust his hips forward, rubbing himself harder against her. The friction was
glorious. She wished their clothing gone, wanting to feel him slamming into her
until she screamed with ecstasy.

When his mouth pulled away from hers, she
was immediately bereft. The distance should have given her a little bit of her
sanity back, but she was still too overwhelmed to think clearly. She wanted to
tell him she was sorry for attacking him, to try to explain that she couldn’t
control herself. But all that came out was a soft whimper as her gloved hands
gripped onto his tunic.

“Shh, my love. I’m right here,” he
whispered as he pressed sweet kisses over her cheeks before settling his mouth
back over hers.

His words startled her for a moment,
then she realized the truth in it. He’d called her his love, but it wasn’t some
empty endearment used for just anyone. She could taste the love in his kiss. Felt
it through his emotions. He’d said she was the keeper of his heart, and she
knew what a D’Aire’s keeper was. It meant she was his chosen, his mate, his
match…the perfect female to his male.

She pulled at his tunic, trying to lift
it. “Off. I want this off.”

Obeying her command, he reached down
and jerked the shirt up over his head, tossing it to the floor. She hummed low
in her throat as she tried to touch him. Cursing, she ripped off her gloves,
then she splayed her hands over his golden skin, running her fingertips over
the sculpted muscle of his bare chest. When he shivered, so did she as she felt
his pleasure through her touch.

“This is crazy.” But she wasn’t sure if
she were trying to convince him or herself.

“This is fated,” he countered harshly.
“Our bond is undeniable. You want me as much as I want you. As a seeker, I can
feel it, but your kiss tells me all I need to know.”

Shit, they were totally doomed.

Her own desire was heightened by his, but
hers was affecting him as well. Together, their abilities were making it impossible
to fight the terrible need tearing through them both. For a second, she
considered doing the sane thing and try to struggle against what was happening.
He was a damn ambassador, and she’d only known him for about five minutes. Not
to mention they were in the freaking storage room with security cameras
surveying the room, even if they were hidden between the crates.

But for some strange reason, none of
that mattered.

If by some miracle, she had been given
the gift of this male to call her own, she was going to take it. But she had to
warn him about what she was before this went any further. “Orion, I’m an
empath. I can feel what you feel, and it’s driving me crazy.”

He groaned softly. “This is dangerous. I
wanted to take this slow. To show you what a treasure you are to me, and that I
will make you happy in the years to come. But I don’t know if I can resist you
much longer. We should stop now before I lose control.”

She didn’t want him in control, though.
Morgan wanted him as wild as she was feeling. Leaving caution behind, she
whispered, “Do you want to know what I want?”

Her hands trailed lower until she was
reaching between their bodies, and his breath sucked in sharply as she gripped
his massive erection through his soft, thin pants. The thought of his thick
cock inside her made her ache. My, my, he was big boy. And getting bigger by
the second. Wow…just wow.

Morgan leaned in so her lips were a
breath away from his. Hunger blazing in his iridescent blue eyes, and she wanted
him to unleash all the need she saw there. “I want you inside me,” she
whispered. “If I’m really your keeper, then show me.”

Orion felt his control snap.

Gripping her head in his hands, he claimed
her mouth again. This time, he took control of the kiss, and he drank down her
gasp as his tongue invaded deep. Stars burst behind his eyelids, and flames of
desire swept through him. It was a kiss that stole his senses. Lust was a
tangible thing, growing in strength until he felt a desperate ache to be buried
inside her. He had never felt such intense emotions before, and suddenly, he
knew that he was no longer alone in the universe.

Moaning at the taste of her, he
instantly wanted more. Flames of passion burned him alive as he angled his head
to the side to take the kiss deeper, until they were all but devouring one
another. He groaned in pleasure as her grip tightened on his cock. She stroked
him slowly, from the base of his shaft to the rounded head of the tip until he
couldn’t take the teasing torment any longer.

“Tell me you want this, want me. Say the
words, Morgan,” he demanded. He saw the passion clouding her beautiful green
eyes, but he needed to hear her say it.

“I want you, Orion,” she whispered.

“Release me,” he growled. He didn’t
give her a chance to obey, pulling her legs from around his waist himself. He
held onto her waist until her feet were back on the floor, then he pulled the
zipper down on her uniform jacket. She wore a thin, black t-shirt under her uniform,
and he pushed it up, out of his way.

Anger flared when he saw another
barrier guarding her flesh from him, but he quickly jerked the bra up, then
lowered his head to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. He swirled his
tongue around the tight peak, and her husky moan of pleasure was music to his
ears. She cradled his head as his mouth moved to her other breast. Orion
pinched the nipple he’d left wet, teasing the puckered bud with his fingers as
he feasted on her.

He might not have ever touched a female
this way before, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know what to do. Over the
years, he had prepared himself, studying whatever information he could in order
to learn how to please his keeper when he found her. Now, he was grateful that
he had taken the time to do so. He didn’t want to disappoint his keeper, or do
anything that she didn’t like.

Damn, his emotions were playing havoc
with his self-control. Orion’s usually clever fingers shook as he unfastened
her pants. He shoved his hand down into the opening, and she cried out as he
pushed a large digit into her tight pussy. His knees almost went weak at the
slick proof of her desire for him. Wet heat made it easy for him to stroke his
finger in and out of her, and he squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying the pleasure
of touching her so intimately.

Orion pushed another finger inside of
her, joining the first, and she strained against the palm of his hand when he
brushed against her little clit. He scissored his fingers inside her, working
the tight muscles of her pussy apart to allow him to penetrate faster, deeper.
He moved his mouth back up to claim hers in a scorching kiss, drinking down her
wild cry as she came, her body shaking with her release.

Wanting to see her, he opened his eyes
again, and pulled back far enough to scan her face. Her eyes were bright with
passion, and her cheeks were flushed. Never had he seen anything as beautiful
as Morgan was when she found her pleasure. Elation filled him, and Orion’s own
body tightened with need as he sensed her satisfaction through their bond.