Dark Planet Warriors: The Serial (Books 1-3) (15 page)

I pull the remnants of the silvery fabric around me, the diaphanous material swirling around in the water like rolling clouds. I sink down to the bottom of the pool, peering through the clear barrier at the stars below.

With the water obscuring my view, the planet Kythia below just looks like a big, black blob.

Mysterious and hidden.

Underwater, busting my lungs out, I can pretend, for a just moment, that I’m not here. That someone isn’t getting his bones cracked upstairs by the very alien who saved me.

That I don’t find myself attracted to that wild, violent creature, who just happens to be a big, bad Kordolian.

I shiver, because the water is cold, and because I’m not sure what happens next.

I hold my breath for a little longer, distracting myself from the burning in my chest as my body runs out of air.

It’s a bit absurd that I jumped in the pool to escape. But those assholes had cut off the way to Tarak’s quarters, and I’d had no other option. When I’d dived into the water, Mr Creepyhands and his buddies had flailed about at the edge, trying to shoot tranq darts at me.

Does that mean they can’t swim?

For a supposedly superior alien species, they’d ended up looking a bit silly standing at the edge of the pool. While they were arguing with each other, I swam underwater to the far end of the pool, out of reach of their tranq gun. And they stood at the edge, gaping at me, feebly trying to hit me with their little darts.

They’re totally different to the scary black-armored Kordolians who stormed Fortuna Tau. Those guys were like the freaking Kordolian elite Special Forces or something.

 
I got the feeling early on that the General was in a different class to these medical guys. It seems not all Kordolians are born fighters.

What I know about their society so far only scratches the surface. I haven’t even touched foot on their planet yet. I don’t know if I even want to. It looks so cold and forbidding.

I close my eyes and try to remember the feeling of sunshine on my face. I miss its warmth so much. But that memory can only distract me for so long.

My lungs feel like they’re about to burst. I surface again, sucking in air like a gaping fish. This time, everything’s gone quiet.

Creepyhands McPervert and his assistants are gone.

Tarak’s gone.

Where the hell is he? He was here just minutes ago. I look around in panic, wondering if the medics did something to him. But there’s no way they could have. He seems damn near invincible. I don’t think even a tranq dart could put him down.

I kick my legs, the gentle motion keeping me afloat as I peer into the shadows, looking for Tarak. At least the guys chasing me are gone. He came at the right time.

He’s getting better at this rescuing business. Last time, I ended up breaking nearly every bone in my body. This time, I only sustained grazes, where the restraints held me down. Did’t break anything, didn’t die.

His timing’s getting better.

Thank Jupiter for that.

I start to swim slowly towards the other side of the pool, my strokes awkward and clumsy with the ballooning silver fabric swirling around me. I drag it with me in a half-hearted attempt at modesty.

As I reach the edge, something warm wraps around my waist, sliding beneath the silky material.

“Oh no you don’t,” I gasp, trying to squirm away. But the warm thing tightens, and I find myself pressed against a hard, muscular body.

Uh, oh. I remember the feel of that body. It couldn’t be anyone else. It’s
him
.

Now how did he get into this dark, shimmering pool without me noticing? Without even a splash?
 

He’s full of sneak tactics, this one. Always playing dirty.

I’ve just been chased around a giant, floating alien space station, doped up, strapped to a dissection table and shot at. And somehow, I find myself wrapped up in half a curtain and embraced by a whole lot of Kordolian male.

He surfaces behind me, his arms encircling my waist. “I thought I told you to stay in my quarters,” he whispers, his warm breath tickling my ear. I shiver, and not just because of the cold. “See what happens when you don’t follow my orders?”

“I’m claustrophobic,” I reply, going still. There’s no point in squirming half-heartedly when his warmth feels so good. “I don’t do well in confined spaces.”

“Clearly.”

“You need to take me home. To Earth. Your people want to do bad things to me.” I close my eyes as he pulls me against him, holding me tight. “And what’s this business about me being your ‘property’? I mean, that’s very sweet of you and all, in an overly possessive alpha-male sort of way, but I don’t belong to anyone, General.”

“Hm.”

“And what’s with you sneaking up on me in the water all the time? You’re like a shark.” A big, warm, sexy shark. It kinda fits. He
is
silver, and he’s got sharp teeth.

“Shark?”

“It’s an Earth creature. Extinct now. Except for in aquariums.” I shake my head. “Never mind.” We’re getting sidetracked.
 

“You talk a lot, female.” His hands are devious; large and callused, yet gentle. A study in contrasts. They slide upwards, his fingers caressing the underside of my breasts.

I try again, feebly, to push him away. But the truth is, I’m enjoying the feel of his touch, his warmth, of the smooth, sculpted planes of his chest, pressed against my back.

“Why do you fight, Human?” He traces the swell of my breasts, his fingers moving over my nipples. They’re sensitive as hell. I arc my back a little as he plays with them, teasing them. They grow taut under his touch, and I curl my legs up in front of me, weightless in the cool water as desire floods through me.

“Hang on,” I protest weakly, as he lets out a low growl of approval in response to my body’s reaction. “I thought you were super pissed off just now. What happened to all the anger?”

“I’m not angry at you,” he murmurs. “Forget all that now.”

“I want to get out now.” I draw the floating folds of fabric around us, foolishly trying to cover myself. From what, exactly? In the dark water, against a backdrop of millions of distant, glittering stars, the scrap of curtain from a medical cubicle is transformed into ethereal, floating gossamer. It becomes something otherworldly, swirling around us like a slow-motion dream.

Tarak lets go of my breasts and tears the material away with an irritated growl. “Stop fussing with that, Abbey.” Even with his annoyed voice, my name sounds good coming from his lips. Rounded by that exotic accent of his. Spoken in deep, resonating tones.

The sound of his voice sends a ripple of warmth through me, right down into my core.

The scrap of fabric floats away like a lost spirit, disappearing into the starry depths. Water laps gently around us, stirred by our movements.
 

Without the fabric, I’m naked, and of course, so is he.

Why am I not surprised?
 

When Tarak’s hands come back to me, they’re cupping my bare ass, curving over the swell of my hips, gently prising my legs apart. He slides his hands down the insides of my thighs with a satisfied grunt.

Straightening my body, I lower my legs, coming into line with him. He’s standing. My feet don’t touch the bottom. The swell of his cock presses against my skin, hard and insistent, like its owner.

I’m suspended vertically in the water, and he uses my weightlessness to his advantage, exploring the curves of my body.

“I should go now,” I whisper.

“Go where?” He’s tracing the soft skin at the entrance to my pussy.

“Away. From you.” My voice trembles as he caresses me there, sending ripples of pleasure through me.

“Your body is telling me otherwise.” He spins me around slowly, grabbing both my thighs, gently wrapping my legs around his torso. His warmth radiates through me, and suddenly, the water no longer feels cold.

“In terms of anatomy, it seems Humans and Kordolians aren’t so different.” His devilish hands are back, parting the lips of my pussy, and he slides a finger deep inside me, stroking up and down.

“Aah,” I let out a slow, shuddering sigh and look up, taking him in. He’s so different in appearance. I still can’t get over it. His skin shimmers slightly in the faint starlight, and his grey lips are parted, revealing the points of his fangs.

So alien. He’s intimidating; hard-looking. Impossible. It’s as if he’d only exist in one of my wild fantasy novels.

His is a savage kind of beauty.

His deep, red eyes burn with lust. Despite my misgivings, I find him irresistible.

Uh, oh.

I’m at a crossroads right now.

I don’t know what’s going to happen to me, after all this, but I might as well enjoy myself, right? Ever since this infuriating male set foot on Fortuna Tau, my life has spiraled out of control, turning into one crazy event after another.

He’s been the source of the chaos, but he’s also been the only constant, and he’s stuck to his word at every step.

Can I trust him to return me?

When it’s like this, with what he’s doing to me right now, I don’t know anything anymore. I can’t even think straight. He’s running his finger over the tender nub of my clit now, fondling it with a satisfied growl. “Even
this
is the same.” He strokes back and forth, bringing my pleasure up a notch.

A delicious tightness builds in my core; an intense, erotic kind of pressure.

“Oh,” I whimper, wrapping my legs tighter around him as he increases the pressure.

Should you be doing this, Abbey?

An irritating, insistent voice lingers at the back of my thoughts; a shadow of doubt, almost drowned out by these sensations of pleasure. I close my eyes, and decide to ignore it.
 

Fuck it.

I’m billions of light years away in a part of the universe Humans don’t even go to. I’m floating in the water, with just a thin barrier separating us from the very fabric of space itself, suspended above the stars. I’m weightless, directionless, without any ties.

The rulebook has been thrown out the window.

And nobody knows me here. Nobody cares about me here. Except for this male. Who is bringing me closer and closer to the edge of climax. With just his damn finger.

Urgh. He just happens to be good at both fighting
and
foreplay.

Not usually my type. But then again, I’ve never encountered a being quite like him before.

I yelp as he disappears soundlessly under the water, leaving me breathless, staring up into the darkness. I’m a bit disappointed when he withdraws his fingers, leaving my clit throbbing with unfulfilled promises. He brings his hands down around my hips, anchoring my weightless body. The surface of the water has gone still, and all around me is silence, save for the sound of my own rapid breathing.

My heart pounds.

The tension in me becomes almost unbearable. I’m desperate for release.

He’s kept me hanging.

He’s taken complete control. And I can’t do a thing.

Something warm slides between the folds of my pussy and I shudder. I reach down and realize he’s down there kissing me, licking me, his tongue deft and sure. And long. It’s longer than a Human tongue.

His lips press against my tender skin, his tongue circling my clit. The vicious fangs I’ve seen do not graze me, do not touch me, even once.

I cry out, glad that he’s underwater, so he can’t hear how much I’m enjoying this. I run my fingers through his short hair, tracing the points of his ears, stroking his temples.

There’s something at the edge of his temples. Two raised points. Small, hard bumps. When my fingers come into contact with them, he stiffens a little.

I withdraw my hands as he sucks my sensitive flesh, and the pressure inside me starts to build.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

I hook my legs over his shoulders, and he grips my ass with his rough hands, flicking his tongue back and forth along my pussy, my clit, faster, harder, until I can do nothing but close my eyes and see stars.
 

And with each and every caress, he drags me closer to the edge of pure bliss.

The water swirls around me as I move gently back and forth, my breathing rough and uneven, my soft grunts of pleasure echoing in the giant, black space.

We’re floating in infinity.

I’m quivering, a powerful sensation coiled tight within me, and as he sucks, just a little bit more, that feeling starts to unfurl, like a blossoming flower.

Slowly, at first. He goes again, back and forth.

Then again.

Then, like a torrent of water bursting from a dam, that feeling of insane pleasure spills over and I’m coming, hard, fast, clenching my legs around him, crying out, my voice echoing in the empty space.

We’re fucking in an ocean, suspended above the universe.

And I’m swept up in a powerful orgasm, wrapped around an impossible male, who mystifies and infuriates me. Pleasure surges through me, intense, fierce, and I cry out in release.

The water, cold and serene, laps a soft rhythm around us.

I open my eyes, looking down into the depths below. He’s coming up now, rising slowly, unable to keep his hands off my body. I slide down off him, feeling utterly satisfied.

As he breaks the surface, I move back out of his grasp, watching as he regards me with a molten red gaze. He’s gone still, and he’s not saying a word.

I’d expected him to be smug, but he’s looking at me expectantly.

Several glib remarks come to mind, but I stay quiet for once, not wanting to ruin the moment. And I’m wondering if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.

Too late now.

“Your turn,” I whisper, making languid strokes as I come in close. I bring my hands up to his face, watching his expression closely as I trace those strange bumps I felt at the edge of his temples. He exhales as I circle them with my fingers. They’re definitely there; two slight swellings just underneath his hairline.

They seem to be quite sensitive.

We lock gazes, and I’m drawn into the wine-dark depths of his eyes. There’s a kind of relief there, his hard features becoming somehow peaceful.