Her Resistance: Planet Athion Series (Darkest Skies Book 2)

by Marissa Farrar

  My mind once more went to Emperor Elrin’s offer. If Molly got the opportunity to go, would I encourage her? I hated her being on the other side of the country, but how would I feel if she was on a whole different planet? Sorrow gripped my heart, but I also found a calmness settle inside me. At least on Athion she would be safe. The Trads hadn’t infiltrated their planet—and because of the Athions’ skin color, they wouldn’t be able to do so—which meant it would be safe for her there. A planet that hadn’t been half destroyed and where she could have her pick of suitors.

  Would I want that future for her?

  Chapter Nine

  Night had long since fallen by the time I went back to the rooms we’d been allocated. People were still rushing around, everyone looking important and harried, but the corridors were definitely quieter. I guessed plenty of people had taken themselves to bed. Sleep had been sporadic at best since the strike had happened, and everyone was catching a few hours whenever they could. We had no idea what might happen next—including the possibility of the Trads launching a second attack against us—and we’d grab rest whenever we could get it.

  I approached the rooms. Everything was silent, and I figured the guys were sleeping, but then movement came from one of the doorways. Aleandro’s massive bulked stepped out into the corridor.

  “Oh.” He’d startled me. “I thought you’d all be asleep.”

  “I think the others are. I wanted to make sure you got back okay.”

  I smiled, warmth at his concern flowing through me. “I didn’t even leave the building, Aleandro,” I half teased.

  “None of us left the Observatory,” he pointed out, “but the place was still dangerous.”

  “Okay, you have a point. But my eyes are open now. I’m being more careful.”

  “Good to hear it, but that’s not going to stop me watching out for you.”

  “It’s not?” I suddenly felt more playful now that I knew Molly was safe and that we might still have the chance at a future—albeit not one we had previously entertained.

  “Not a chance.” He paused and then said, “You know the one thing that frightens me most in all of this?”

  I thought to the destruction and the food shortages, and the invading aliens disguised as human men. There were too many things to pin it down to just one.

  “No. What?”

  He stepped closer, and I had to crane my neck to look up into his face. His fingers caught my chin and tipped my head farther.

  “It’s losing you, Camille. I can’t imagine how we’d all continue if you were no longer with us.”

  It didn’t escape my notice that he was speaking in plural.

  “You think the others feel the same way?”

  He scoffed. “Of course they do. None of us are idiots. We can see you have a connection with each of us.”

  I lifted my eyebrows in disbelief. “And you’re okay with that?” I’d touched on these kinds of conversations when we’d been back at the Observatory. I’d expected jealousy and possessiveness, but they’d each surprised me with their acceptance of the situation.

  “Honestly, Camille, none of us knows what the future holds. I can’t pretend that I wouldn’t have you all to myself if I could, but I’m not about to start fighting with the others over you. You’ve known them longer and better than you’ve known me, and I’m not about to take the risk of you choosing Mike or Casey over me.”

  It hurt my heart that he thought I’d pick one of the others over him. “I don’t want to have to choose any of you over the other. I care about all of you.”

  I received a lopsided smile for my words. “And we all care about you, so I guess that’s just how this is going to work for the moment.”

  “Only for the moment?” A stab of worry that they’d eventually make me choose between them went through me. I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to do that. It would be easier to walk away from all of them than walk away with only one, but I didn’t want to do that either.

  “For as long as you’ll have us,” he replied.

  Aleandro leaned in and kissed me, his arms sliding around my waist and holding me tight. I let out a sigh of pleasure against his mouth and parted my lips to allow his tongue to find mine. I loved being around him. The way he scooped me up in these bear hugs made me feel tiny and utterly protected.

  We staggered sideways, falling through the door, into the room Aleandro had emerged from. We didn’t even break the kiss. I pulled at his shirt, excited to get my hands on those muscles and his smooth, brown skin. He was a mountain of a man, and I wanted to trail my tongue over every inch of him.

  My pulse raced, and I was dizzy with anticipation. I hadn’t had sex with Casey, but already my resolve not to do the same with Aleandro was waning. The hard ridge of Aleandro’s cock was clearly outlined on the front of his pants, the bulge alluding to his size. His hand found my breast, squeezing, weighing, pinching. My nipple pebbled against his palm. My pussy clenched, and I desperately wanted to be filled. I knew sex was a bad idea right now, but that didn't stop me from wanting it. I’d been lusting after Aleandro for months now and I’d already had a taste of what it was like to be with him back at the Observatory. I remembered how he’d talked about eating my pussy, and an extra thrill went through me.

  I yanked off his shirt, finally getting my hands on those big, gorgeous muscles. My palms found the bulky balls of his shoulders, and I worked my way down over his biceps, and then across to his chest, tracing the squares of his pectoral muscles. I went lower, down to the thick ridges of his abs. I was not disappointed. My hands went to the button of his jeans, and I yanked them undone and dragged them off his hips. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his erect cock sprang out to meet me.

  I hadn’t gotten my hands on him properly the last time we’d been together. He’d given me some incredible oral sex and then had left me panting for more. This time I was determined to repay some of the pleasure.

  I wrapped my fingers around him and gave him a couple of experimental pumps. Fucking hell, he was huge. I’d kind of already known that he would be, both considering the size of him, and also from when I’d experienced his hardness rubbing against me while we’d made out. Even so, I wondered if I’d be able to get my mouth around his girth.

  His already dark eyes darkened another shade as he glowered at me. “Fuck Camille. I can't wait to get inside you.”

  He worked on my clothing, pulling my shirt over my head and popping the button off my pants and yanking them down, together with my underwear. Not wasting a second, he flicked the catch on my bra and sent that flying to the floor as well. We were both completely naked now, and our bodies meshed together, my breasts pressed to his massive chest, his cock jammed between us, my fingers still around his shaft.

  “You know,” he growled, “I haven’t been able to get the taste of your pussy out of my head.”

  With his huge strength, he caught me up and threw me to the bed. I bounced slightly before coming to a rest, but he didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. Instead, he fell between my thighs, pressing them open with his hands, and the next moment, I had the second man in twenty-four hours buried between my thighs. I remembered how Aleandro loved to eat pussy, but I still felt a twinge of guilt at having had two men go down on me in one day.

  His tongue worked across me in a figure of eight, and I squirmed against him, my stomach muscles and thighs tightening.

  Aleandro lifted his head from between my thighs. “Did Casey lick you like this?”

  Uh oh. Was he about to get competitive?

  “What?”

  His gaze darkened again, but it was more that he was turned on than angry. “Tell me what he did to you?”

  Aleandro ducked back down and started to lick me again.

  “We did the sixty-nine position,” I gasped as he trailed his tongue slowly up my slit and then circled my clit.

  He only stopped licking me long enough to speak. “So you sucked his cock, too?”

 
; His mouth was on me again, and my back bowed, my fingers fisted in the sheets. “Yes, I sucked his cock.”

  He speared his tongue and pushed inside me. God, I was so wet now.

  He pulled out again, but spoke against my pussy, his breath hot on my already heated flesh. “Was he big?”

  “Yes. Long and lean.” I groaned.

  I realized Aleandro wasn’t trying to compare anything and wasn’t acting jealously. He just wanted to hear me talk about getting it on with Casey. He wanted to hear those words come out of my mouth because it turned him on, and truthfully, it was turning me on, too. I’d gotten an idea that he might have a little kinkier side to him the last time we’d been together. His tongue was working miracles down there, and I thought I was just about the luckiest woman in the world right now. I wanted to give him want he wanted to hear. It was hard to talk when everything that came out of my mouth was another gasp or moan, but I did my best.

  “I sucked his cock right down to the back of my throat,” I managed. “He tasted so good, and I sat on his face with his tongue in my pussy while I sucked him.”

  He paused licking again. “Did he come in your mouth?”

  He pushed a finger inside me and then a second one. He added a third, stretching me. I knew what he was doing. His cock was so big, I needed to be ready for him.

  “Yes. He came in my mouth, and I swallowed him down.”

  Aleandro lifted his face from my pussy and, keeping his fingers jammed inside me, kissed his way back up my stomach. He paused at my breasts to suck one nipple into his mouth and then the other. I wriggled and squirmed on his fingers, knowing how close I was to orgasm. My body trembled with it, teetering on the edge.

  “I think I’d like to see that one day,” he said, “I’d like to see your mouth wrapped around another man’s cock. I’d like to watch you suck him down while I fuck you from behind. How does that sound?”

  “I think that sounds like the hottest thing ever.” Images of me with all of the guys at the same time flashed into my head.

  “I want to be inside you, Camille,” Aleandro murmured. “Will you let me?”

  “Yes, do it. Just do it.”

  I’d lost the ability to think rationally. There was only one thing I wanted, and that was for his thick cock to be pounding inside me. Right now, I didn’t even care about the danger. It would be worth being abducted to an alien planet if it meant spending the rest of my days being fucked by Aleandro and his dirty-talking mouth.

  Aleandro shifted positions, slipping his fingers from my body and settling himself between my legs.

  The head of his cock pushed at my entrance, and I spread my legs wide and hooked my heels around his hips. I was soaked from saliva and my own arousal. Aleandro thrust his hips, and the head of his cock stretched me open and slid inside the first inch. Oh God, that felt incredible.

  “That’s right, baby.” He grabbed both my hands and pinned them above my head. “You can take me.”

  I lifted my hips to meet his, and he pushed in another couple of inches. My inner walls stretched to take his size, and I didn’t feel any discomfort, just pleasure.

  Was he going to prove to be the kinky kind—one of those guys who enjoyed watching his girl get fucked by another man in front of them? I wondered how Mike or Casey would feel about that. The idea of having sex with two or more of them in the same room made me just about lose my mind, as was the sensation of his cock filling me.

  I didn’t think I’d ever felt so full. My back arched off the bed, and he ducked his head to take one of my nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirled over the sensitized peak, his teeth grating, sending electric sparks directly to my pussy. I clenched my inner muscles around him, and he pulled out again before driving back in. The pleasure was exquisite, and he lifted his face from my breast to kiss me again.

  “God, Camille. I can’t believe how good you feel. I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I set eyes on you.”

  “Me, too,” I gasped as he drove deep inside me again. And I wasn’t just saying it either. The moment I’d first seen Aleandro, my thoughts had gone to whether his cock was as big as the rest of him, and how would it feel inside me.

  He suddenly flipped me over, maneuvering my position so I was on top of him. I was in charge.

  I leaned over and kissed him hungrily. With one hand, he cupped my breast, and the other was on my hip, guiding me up and down. I clung to the massive bulk of his shoulders as he shunted inside me. I started slow, but within seconds my momentum increased. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room, along with our cries and groans. My orgasm had already been close, but now I knew I wasn’t going to last.

  His fingers dug into my ass, and I spilled into my climax. My pussy pulsed around him. I cried out, my eyes squeezed shut, my whole body twitching over and over as I rode the wave.

  He held me down on him and shuddered inside me. A brief fear sparked inside me about the Trads. I wasn’t worried about getting pregnant in the normal way since I was on contraception. No, this was Aleandro. He was definitely human, and I trusted him.

  We fell together, breathing hard. I could feel his heart beating from where I lay against his chest.

  “Wow.” He exhaled. “That was something.”

  I lifted my face and smiled. “It certainly was.”

  We kissed again, slow and sultry, tongues meeting, and our bodies twining together. He was still inside me, and I felt him jerk in response to our kiss.

  “Ready to go again so soon?” I said, teasing him.

  “You’re so bad,” he growled at me, pulling me tighter into his arms. “But you’re going to have to let me get some rest first.”

  “That’s okay, I could use some sleep, too.”

  I was exhausted, and now nicely dreamy and relaxed from the incredible orgasm.

  Feeling safe and protected in Aleandro’s arms, I finally gave into the sleep that had been eluding me.

  Chapter Ten

  Loud banging at the door jerked me from my dreams. I was still tangled up in Aleandro’s limbs, my face pressed against his bare chest.

  “Shit.” He sat up and scrubbed his hand over his face. “Who the hell is that?”

  I jabbed an elbow in his side. “Go and find out.”

  He swung his legs out of bed, and I took a moment to admire the perfect curve of his ass as he yanked on his pants and then went to the door. His hair was mussed up, and he pushed his hand through it before opening up.

  A voice I recognized as belonging to Agent Miller spoke from the corridor. “You’re all wanted in the Situation Room.”

  “When?” Aleandro asked, his voice gruff from sleep.

  “ASAP.”

  “Got it.”

  He closed the door again, and I heard more knocking and muffled voices as Miller made his way down the corridor to the other rooms.

  I pulled on my clothes, but I was sticky from sex and sleep. “Give me five minutes.”

  I rushed back to my room and jumped under the shower for the quickest wash ever. I caught a glimpse of the time. Five a.m. Still early. I wondered what this meeting was about.

  I yanked my hair into a ponytail and wished I’d managed to bring some makeup with me. We’d been given the basic toiletries—shampoo, shower gel, deodorant, and toothbrush and toothpaste—but nothing like foundation or blusher. I was looking washed out, so I pinched my cheeks and bit down on my lips, trying to bring a little color to my face. I was pretty sure I’d had plenty of color last night with Aleandro, and a smile touched my mouth, and my cheeks pinked up nicely. There, that would do it. I just needed to think about hot sex to make myself appear less like the living dead.

  I squeezed my thighs together, and a rush of heat spread out from my core. I was tender from taking his size, but it was a pleasurable discomfort and one I’d be using as an enjoyable distraction throughout the day. I’d taken a risk by having sex with Aleandro, and maybe it had been stupid, but I didn’t regret it. I’d already h
ad sex with Mike, so I knew he was safe, and Casey had shown me his scars from childhood. I could trust all three of them, and in their arms was the one place I could forget about all the horror happening outside of these walls.

  I dressed in smart pants and a shirt and put my boots back on. I was far from perfect, but I was at least presentable.

  The guys were waiting for me out in the corridor.

  They each gave me an appreciative glance. I guessed I didn’t look so bad after all.

  “Morning.” Mike gave me a knowing grin. “Sleep well?”

  I glanced to Aleandro, and my cheeks flared. Okay, maybe I didn’t need that blusher after all. “Not too bad. You?”

  “There was a bit of noise that kept me awake.” The teasing was clear in his tone.

  “Really?” Aleandro joined in with a cheeky smile. “I didn’t hear a thing.”

  I glanced to Casey, who shrugged. Had he heard us talking about him? I was just about ready for the floor to open up and swallow me.

  Agent Faw marched toward us. Both he and Miller had clearly been charged with rounding us up. “Are you ready?”

  “Sure.”

  I was happy to even be in Agent Faw’s company if it meant breaking up this conversation.

  Faw jerked his head. “Come this way.”

  I thought we could probably find our way there ourselves by now, but I wasn’t about to start arguing with Faw. I still didn’t trust his reactions. I didn’t think he was about to start shooting us in the middle of the White House, but I wasn’t going to take the risk.

  We followed Faw back through the corridors to the Situation Room.

  Already, a number of people were sitting at the long mahogany table, and Faw gestured for us to take our seats. I recognized several people from the previous day, and we each nodded and said good morning.

  Movement came at the door, and President Wesley swept into the room. We all half stood, and she motioned us back down and took her place at the head of the table.

  “Good morning, everyone. Thank you for coming so early. As I’m sure you’re aware, we have a lot to consider. I’m sorry to report that it doesn’t look as though the abduction of human women is coming to an end any time soon. I’ve put out a broadcast warning all women to stay away from men they don’t know, and to avoid intercourse at all costs.”