A second later, he crushed her to his chest—one armed because the other hand was still busy firing. He planted a quick bruising kiss on her lips and then tucked her behind him. A gun in each hand, he picked off the remaining troops until the only groaning body left belonged to Mr. Lizard.
Tren holstered one pistol before tucking her under his arm, tight against him. "Are you injured?" he asked gruffly.
"Just a few bruises. You got here just in time."
"I would have arrived sooner, but Jaro forced me to wait for backup." His disgruntled tone warmed Megan as they strode over to the councilor who tried to crawl away. Tren planted a black boot on his back and flattened him.
"I’m glad he made you wait; otherwise, your chance of succeeding would have ended up a lot slimmer. Besides, what matters is you came to save me in the first place."
Almost opaque blue eyes swiveled to meet hers. "I will always come for you." He turned away as he pointed his gun at the lizard’s head.
Megan grabbed his arm. "Wait. Should you do that? What if it starts a war with your people?"
Tren fired and the alien’s head disappeared in a splatter of things best left unmentioned. "Your safety is worth more than any blood or mayhem that emerges from my actions this day."
Megan gaped up at him. "Are you saying what I think you’re saying?"
Tren turned and shot over her head at something that squealed. "Can this conversation not wait until we’ve made it back to safety?"
"Oh, fine. Change the subject. Isn’t that just like you," she ranted. "Here, do something useful then since you won’t admit the obvious." She held up her bound hands. Tren yanked a knife from a sheath and sliced through the restraints. Freed, Megan stooped and grabbed a gun.
"What are you doing?" he barked.
"Helping of course," she replied.
"You can help by staying out of the way."
Megan grinned. "Make me."
Upended over his shoulder, her breath left her in a whoosh. She watched the play of the muscles in his buttocks as he carried her to safety. And to make sure he hurried, she stroked them.
Chapter Fourteen
Tren didn’t relax until they’d made it back to his ship, a return trip made much easier by the fact most of Z’nistakn’s troops disappeared when they sighted him; their courage had flown with their leader’s life. A good thing, too, considering the distraction hanging over his shoulder. His naughty mate, instead of succumbing to hysterics, toyed with him, urging him to hurry because as she stated emphatically, "I’m dirty and horny."
He quickened his pace and upon boarding his craft, which he’d landed even before the battle and ultimatum, headed straight for his quarters.
Jaro waylaid him on his way to his chambers, standing in front of him like an immovable wall. Tren almost shot him, his patience wearing thing. "Get out of my way," he growled.
"The galactic council’s been calling."
"Tell them I’m busy," Tren barked, the throbbing need in his loins more important.
Jaro smirked. "I think having a mate has addled your brains, a fate I hope to never suffer. But mental problems aside, before you go bury yourself in her, you should know that there will be no reprisals for our actions today. On the contrary, Z’nistakn recently earned a removal order which, since we took care of it, will mean a nice credit boost to us both."
Tren didn’t bother arguing about the split in the profit, even though he had been the one to kill the slimy councilor. "Fine. You’ve given me your news. Now move."
Jaro held up a hand. "Hold on, there’s more. With the recent opening of a seat on the council, and given your loyal work, they’ve nominated you to the position. A great honor for our people, as you know."
"Tell them no. I don’t do politics." Too cutthroat, even for him.
"He won’t have time," piped in Megan. "Because he’ll have his hands full with me."
"Silence female." Tren smacked her bottom, not hard, but she squeaked anyways and pinched his buttocks in retaliation. Tren almost took her right against the wall, brother watching or not. He restrained himself—barely.
Jaro shook his head. "Refuse that kind of honor? You can tell them then. I’m just playing messenger."
"Now go play bridge commander and don’t bother me unless something needs killing," Tren ordered. Jaro laughed as he stepped aside finally. Tren stalked past him and slapped the console leading into his room. He slid the portal shut cutting off his brother’s laughter.
Striding right into the ablutions chamber, Megan still over his shoulder, he didn’t bother removing their filthy garments as he stepped right into the cleansing stall. A press of a button and the lasers began their cleansing, disintegrating their clothing which proved interesting as it placed the tempting flesh of Megan’s bare buttock in the perfect position for nibbling.
He didn’t resist and she squealed. "Are you going to put me down?"
It took another bite before he answered. "What if I don’t want to?"
"Then you’re going to find fucking me a bit of a challenge," she retorted.
Tren couldn’t stop the grin at her saucy remark. Even kidnapped and slapped around, nothing could quell her indomitable spirit. He allowed her to slide down his body, slowly, the smooth friction of her skin against his firing his blood to a boiling point. Fragments of their clothing remained caught between their bodies, so he turned her, allowing the particle cleanser to remove them.
Whirling her back, he caught sight of the bruises marring her visage. He stroked a finger gently down the curve of her cheek. "I’m sorry. This should never have happened. We should get you to the medtech unit."
Megan caught his hand and placed a kiss in the palm. "I’m fine. I’d rather show you how happy I am that you came for me."
"You are mine, Megan, even if you are a smart mouthed barbarian." He tempered his words with a smile.
"If this is your way of saying you love me, then ditto, my freakishly large, purple pirate. Or should I say mercenary?" She arched a brow at him and he grinned sheepishly.
"Retired mercenary turned acquisitions specialist. And now your mate."
"Mate, huh? And what does being your mate mean?"
Tren hoisted her up by the waist and placed her back against the wall. "It means," he replied, thrusting his cock into the moist channel that welcomed him, "That you belong to me, and I belong to you." Her legs wrapped around him as she watched him with bright eyes. "It means, if someone kidnaps you, I will come to your aid and kill them, violently and painfully." Her slick channel squeezed around him. "It means that even if you drive me insane with your chatter and try to maim me, I will punish you with exquisite pleasure until you scream my name in climax." Digging his fingers into her buttocks, he bounced her on his shaft, the molten, snug feel of her sex driving him wild. "It means I will love and cherish you forever, no matter what."
"Oh, Tren. I love you so much." She didn’t say anything more, unless he counted the shrill scream as she orgasmed around his cock. The tight grip of her milking pelvic muscles brought his own bliss and he jetted into her with a yell.
Chests heaving, they clung to each other, and Tren smiled.
It might have taken him traversing to the far ends of the galaxy and accidentally abducting a barbarian female to find love, but he’d do it and a lot more all over again if it meant he got to keep Megan as his mate—forever.
Epilogue
Several galactic cycles later…
Megan wandered into the command center of the starship and found Tren sitting in his chair, grinning. She draped herself on his lap, her arms going around his neck to draw him close for a kiss. He obliged with a quick peck that made her frown, especially since he seemed about to burst with glee.
"What’s got you in such a good mood?" she asked. In other words, what distracted him so much that he hadn’t yet thrown her down to ravish her?
"I got you a present." He swiveled her to face forward on his lap and she heard him tap the console.
The wall screen lit up with a view she recognized.
She made moue of distaste. "Earth? You brought me home. But why? I’ve already got everything I need."
"Everything except for one crucial thing," he replied mysteriously. A key stroke later and the screen changed to the cargo bay. The camera zoomed into a cage and Megan’s breath whooshed out.
"You caught Cameron for me?" The jerk who had tried to kill her so long ago and launched her on the adventure of a lifetime. Her ex-boyfriend sobbed in his cage and Megan shook her head at his craven behavior. And to think I once slept with that. Thank god she’d acquired better taste. Once you go purple, baby, you can never go back.
"Initially, I’d planned to string him by his heels, rip open his stomach and feed him his own entrails, but while excruciating, it would have ended too quickly. And I want him to suffer for what he did to you."
Twisting on his lap, she squirmed until she looked into his pure blue eyes, now hard and cold like ice. "Well, you know, he did start the chain of events that brought me to you."
"Which is why I’m not planning on torturing him eternally. However, he needs to pay for what he did to you."
Her lips curled at the wicked look on his face. "You have a plan don’t you?"
Tren didn’t immediately answer as he shifted her legs to straddle him. "I know a brothel that deals in more perverted sexual acts and they’re looking for a male screamer."
Megan laughed. The old her might have been a little appalled at what Tren intended to do to Cameron. The new her, forged in love and adapting to a new more violent reality, grinned. "Oh my god, that is so deliciously evil."
"I was hoping you’d like it."
"Like it, I love it. Not as much as I love you, though, my purple pirate."
"Mercenary," he growled.
Megan smirked. They kept having this argument—on purpose, of course. She squealed when he stood and upended her over his shoulder.
"That’s it, back to bed you go until you learn your lesson."
"And which one would that be?" she sassed.
"I am a mercenary, the most feared one in the known universe, and you will obey me or suffer the consequences."
"I’d rather you be my pirate and ravish me."
He smacked her ass and then rubbed his hand against the crease of her cleft. "You are never going to let me forget I accidentally abducted you, are you?"
"Nope. But don’t worry, I still love you."
"And I love you my beautiful, feisty barbarian. But don’t tell anyone, or I’ll have to kill them."
Her laughter rang out, filled with all the joy she’d discovered in her alien lover’s arms.
In the end he made love to her, and while they still argued about his title, he taught her that she should always speak her mind, the results were just too pleasurable not to.
* * *
Meanwhile, in a galaxy, far, far away, Jaro woke and shook his head in confusion. He blinked, and then blinked again at what he saw, none of which made sense. The last thing he recalled, his ship was hit by some kind of electromagnetic pulse and he’d lost all control of his craft.
Apparently, though, he’d survived, even if his situation appeared odd considering he found himself spread eagle on a soft surface. Pulling at his arms and legs, he scowled as he discovered them restrained. Craning his head, he also noticed that he appeared to have lost his clothing.
Then again, so had the female who entered his field of vision. Pale of skin like the barbarian female his brother had mated with, the petite beauty possessed a pair of full breasts with pink tips pierced with golden rings. Her hair, a fiery red curtain, fell past her waist and matched that of her pubes. Green eyes flecked with gold regarded him with cool interest.
Despite his situation, Jaro couldn’t help the surge of lust which made his cock rise. She didn’t miss it either and she trailed her gaze over his body, her look heating his blood and expanding his prick even further.
Her nipples tightened and her lips pursed as she approached him. She ran a finger, edged with a sharp nail, down his chest. Jaro’s body trembled, consumed with a desire to claim this female, to thrust into her tight body and devour her luscious breasts until she came, clawing at his back.
A firm grip wrapped around his shaft and he sucked in a breath, unable to stop himself from arching his hips up. Slowly, she stroked him and the smell of her arousal filled the air, a decadent aroma that drove Jaro wild with lust.
"Untie me," he said hoarsely, eager to give her what she plainly desired.
The motion on his cock halted, and her eyes stopped their perusal of his body. Her gaze flicked up to meet his, and caught him. "I don’t think so, purple warrior. I have need of your body, and this position suits me just fine."
Jaro frowned. "I don’t understand."
She clambered onto the bed and straddled his waist, her moist core hovering over the tip of his prick. "You will soon. Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you—much."
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Hello, my name is Eve Langlais and I am an International Bestselling author who loves to write hot romance. I should warn you, I have a twisted imagination and a sarcastic sense of humor and am known for making readers giggle with my stories.
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Jaguar's Rule
T. J. Michaels
After an irresistible night of passion with Reya, Aaron James longs to hold her close forever. Little does he know that the tall, sleek beauty has a carnal secret—and he's the one who needs protection.
Copyright 2014 T. J. Michaels
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
About The Author
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Prologue
"Mayday, mayday, mayday! This is Gulfwing Foxtrot X-Ray Miami Miami. Position approximately one hundred miles west of Belize City. Dropping altitude from thirty thousand to eight thousand feet. Speed, four hundred twenty-nine miles per hour. Throttlin
g back. Heading unknown. Struck by lightning, fire on left engine. Some instruments offline. Ditching aircraft. One person onboard. Gulfwing Foxtrot X-Ray Miami Miami, over!"
"Mayday, Gulfwing Foxtrot X-Ray Miami. This is air traffic control at BZE Goldson International in Belize City. Your position is approximately forty-two miles west of Dangriga Airstrip. Will alert them of your emergency."
"Roger that, BZE, but I don’t think I’m going to make it. I…"
Static.
"Come in, Gulfwing Foxtrot Miami Miami X-Ray. Mayday, Gulfwing Foxtrot Miami Miami X-Ray, please respond."
Silence.
Chapter One
The big male swatted at the female’s head but missed. She’d eluded his huge paw, jumped to the side of the unconscious human lying face down on the ground, his blood mingling with the wet grass. The female crouched again, ready to spring and prepared to fight for the human. He didn’t doubt he could take her, but the set of her powerful shoulders and the gleam of the moonlight off her bared canines made him think twice. He’d seen this particular female before, often out in the jungle. None of the other males ever approached her. Perhaps she was a formidable foe?
But he wasn’t just another male. He was a prime of his species, a jaguar, a fully grown panthera onca who always got what he wanted. He decided he wanted her.
She thought he was after the body she guarded. Good, let her. He would back off for now, taking the opportunity she’d unknowingly given him to watch her closely and see just what kind of female he was dealing with. But he had no doubt that in the end, she would find herself underneath him while he thrust with powerful strokes into her body. Oh yes, she would yield. He would see to it. And perhaps afterward, he would keep her.
* * *
Uhhnnn, owww. Aaron was sure someone had split his head open and used a metal baseball bat to work sand into the wound. And those voices! God, why wouldn’t they just shut up? The buzz overlaying the words of whoever needed to shut up drilled through his brain.
Each breath sucked into his lungs felt shallow, as if he couldn’t drag in enough air, and every breath out left behind a tight burning sensation. Why couldn’t he take a deep breath and hold it? Pain this intense could only mean one thing—he was dying.
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