Hemi: Scifi Alien Invasion Romance (Hell Squad Book 13)

by Anna Hackett

  Fuck. She was so wet and smelled so good.

  “Spread,” he ordered.

  She did, straddling his face with those strong thighs. He went straight for her clit. She cried out.

  “Dreamed of this,” he growled against her. “What you’d taste like. The sounds you’d make.”

  He sucked and licked, knew his beard would be rubbing some sensitive places. She cried out and shifted restlessly. Her hands sank into his hair, pulling roughly.

  The husky cries she made had his throbbing cock in agony. “Grab the back of the couch.”

  She released his hair and gripped the couch, fingers sinking into the cushions. He grabbed one of her thighs, pushing it wider to give him better access. He lapped at her, hard and unforgiving, and she ground against his mouth, her cries becoming more urgent, her body rocking.

  Then she tensed, her legs tightening around him. Her head flew back and her body shook as she came with a scream.

  “Hemi!”

  He held her there for a second, savoring the sexy taste of her, before he helped her flop on top of him. She threw an arm over her flushed face.

  “You have a clever tongue,” she said lazily.

  He flicked at one nipple again and it puckered instantly. “Who did you wear the lace for?”

  “No one.”

  “Who were you imagining taking it off you? Who’d you imagine touching and tasting you, and making you come?”

  She shot him a haughty look. “I’m perfectly capable of giving myself a good orgasm.”

  “But it’s not the same as a man worshiping you.” He nipped her shoulder. “Not the same as his tongue on you, or his cock moving inside you.”

  “Hemi—”

  “Who? Whose hands did you want?”

  “Hemi. Let’s not—”

  He nipped the curve of her breast this time. “Who, Cam?”

  “Dammit, you.” Her hand wrapped around his wrist. “I wanted you.”

  Wild satisfaction flooded him, and he slammed his mouth down on hers.

  Chapter Three

  Damn, Hemi Rahia was in her room. And worse than that, she was having sex with Hemi Rahia. Hot, wild, delicious sex.

  He slid a hand down her body, finding all her sensitive places. The man had big, rough hands. Cam liked them.

  And that beard and mouth…she was still tingling between her thighs.

  It had been too long since she’d had a man naked. So Hemi was breaking her drought. She’d get him out of her system and then send him on his way. What she wouldn’t do was let him stamp himself all over her personal quarters, her little sanctuary. And he was absolutely not allowed in her bed…that was far too intimate.

  He was touching her again, callused fingers running over her skin. Dammit, she was trembling.

  It didn’t matter how good he felt, how good he made her feel, she didn’t need to smell him on her sheets. She didn’t want the memories.

  “I need you inside me.” She slid her hand down, caressing hard muscles. God, every inch of him was muscle on muscle. Built for power. He still had his shirt on, but with it open, she had a good view of some of the incredible Maori-style tattoos, etched in black ink on his dark-bronze skin. She traced them with her fingers.

  She needed him inside her. Just so she could work the tattooed troublemaker out of her system.

  She shifted, straddling his body. “Right here.” She let her hand drift down to toy with the zipper on his jeans. There was a large, very hard bulge beneath the denim.

  Damn, there was a lot of him. She palmed him and he groaned.

  Cam flicked open the top of his trousers. “What do you have in here for me, Rahia?”

  She pulled out a very thick cock. Oh boy. She stroked him. “Fuck me.”

  “I’m going to. Hard.” His voice was a growl. “On the bed.”

  Her pulse leaped. “We have a perfectly good couch right here.”

  He grabbed her wrist, pushing her to her feet. “Bed.”

  Panic trickled through Cam. She looked around, and her gaze fell on the brand-new armchair that she’d just finished reupholstering. “Why not christen my newest acquisition?” She nodded toward the big chair. She’d covered it in a lovely blue fabric, and it was huge with large arms. She’d planned to while the hours away in it, listening to music or reading a book.

  She pulled away from Hemi, and sauntered over to the chair. She knew she had a good body. Far too many times, pre-invasion, she’d been approached by modeling scouts. Walking a runway sounded mind-numbingly boring to her, but she wasn’t above using what she’d been born with when it suited her.

  Especially when she was wearing nothing but her sparkly, silver, high-heeled shoes.

  She put her hands down on the arms of the chair, and arched her back. She looked over her shoulder.

  His gaze was glued to her ass.

  “What are you waiting for?”

  He was on her in an instant, hands palming her cheeks. She felt his fingers slide between her thighs and she moaned. One thick finger thrust inside her.

  “So wet, Cam. You’re ready for my cock.”

  She pushed back against him and moaned. She couldn’t control her reaction.

  He slid a second finger inside her. “You’re tight, baby. You’ll feel me when I stretch you.”

  She’d always known that being with Hemi would be a little bit dirty. Then, his fingers were gone. She made a small, mewling cry.

  He picked her up around her waist. “Now, on the bed.”

  “No.” She hit the covers and bounced once.

  He loomed beside the bed, stripping off his clothes with hard, yanking movements.

  “I want to christen my new chair.”

  “Bed.”

  Cam stilled. Holy hell. All she saw were sharply etched muscles and tattoos. There was no color, only black ink in the designs that made her think of island warriors.

  He put one knee on the bed, his gaze intent on her.

  “I thought you’d be more creative,” she said with a sniff.

  “You got a problem with the bed? Got a problem knowing we’re going to spend the rest of the night in it?”

  Her heart squeezed and she tried to sound normal. “Hemi—”

  “You are so fucking beautiful, Cam.”

  She’d heard it before. It didn’t mean much. She’d been born like this, she hadn’t earned it or worked for it. His big hands circled her ankles and stroked up her legs.

  “You’re so strong and tough.” He pushed her legs apart. “I want you to watch me slide inside you.”

  She was panting now, watching as his big body moved between her spread legs. His caresses were so bold and rough against her skin. Like he owned her.

  Okay, so he was in her bed. They’d have some fun, work out this tension between them. But he wasn’t sleeping here. Once he was done, he’d leave, and that would be that.

  She watched, as he circled his thick cock, and all thoughts flew from her head. She looked down, her chest heaving, and watched as he rubbed the head of his cock through her folds.

  God. She arched her back.

  “Do you have a functioning contraceptive implant?” His voice was a low growl.

  “Yes.” That thick, hard cock looked brutish against her smoothness.

  “Watch.” A guttural demand.

  Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed inside her.

  She’d expected fast, hard, rough. Instead, she got a slow, steady claiming that stretched her to the limit and fired every nerve ending. So thick. She cried out. Hemi Rahia was inside her, and it was too much.

  ***

  Hemi was in his own personal heaven. It didn’t matter what happened to him from now on, he’d die happy.

  He thrust inside Cam’s warm tightness. Jesus, the noises she made… He felt her muscles clamping down on him, and he plunged wildly.

  “Yes,” she cried. “Yes.”

  “Been waiting so long for this.” He kept his strokes hard and solid. He reached u
p and linked the fingers of his left hand with hers. “Been waiting my whole fucking life.”

  Hemi had no control, no restraint. He heard the bed frame smacking against the wall, punctuated by Cam’s cries.

  He saw her head had fallen back, showcasing the slim, perfect form of her torso and long neck.

  “Cam.” His voice was low and rough. “Look at me.”

  Brown eyes opened, her gaze hot.

  “You keep your eyes on mine.” He wanted to watch everything that crossed her face.

  He thrust deeper and her lips parted.

  “You like that? You like me inside you?”

  “Yes.”

  Hemi could barely think, only heard the roar of his heartbeat in his ears. There was only Cam, the feel of her, and the pleasure growing in him—raw and primal.

  He saw her chest hitch, felt her body clamp down on his. Yes. “Come, baby.”

  She came with a wild cry. He drove inside her again and again.

  Dazed eyes drifted lower, over his body, down to where he was moving inside her.

  “Again,” he demanded.

  Her eyes widened. “I can’t.”

  He kept thrusting. He wanted to make sure Cam had no doubts about who she belonged to. He wanted to claim her, mark her as his.

  Reaching down, he gripped her legs and pushed them up until her ankles rested on his shoulders. It gave him a better angle to pound inside her.

  Cam reached up, her nails scraping down his biceps. She let out another guttural cry that made his cock throb, and she came again.

  This time, as her body clamped down on his cock, it triggered his own release. He roared his pleasure and spilled himself inside her.

  A second later, he shifted her legs and collapsed down, his body half on top of her.

  “Fuck.” His brain was fried. His chest heaved, as he tried to get air into his starved lungs.

  “Fuck is right,” she murmured.

  “Knew it would be like this.”

  She made a humming sound.

  “Can’t wait to do it again.”

  “No way, Rahia,” she said. “This is a one-shot deal.”

  Hemi stiffened for a second, then he smiled. There was his little echidna, with her quills bristling. He knew she’d try to rebuild the walls between them.

  Screw that. He was in now, and he wasn’t letting Cam push him out again.

  He rolled, tucking her close to his side. “We are going to do it again.”

  She blew out a breath, warm air fanning across his shoulder. “I said no.”

  Hemi skimmed a hand down her body and felt her tremble. “You sure?”

  “I…” her voice drifted off.

  He reached out and touched her nipple, tweaking it between his fingers. “Cam? You sure?”

  She shivered under his touch and then she sniffed. “One more time. But that’s it.”

  He grinned, letting his hand drift down her belly and between her thighs. “Fucking love it that you have no hair here.” He took his time stroking her, thumbing her clit. Her hips arched up. “You want more Hemi, don’t you, baby?”

  “Don’t push it, Rahia,” she snapped.

  Her snarky tone made his cock harden. He rubbed her clit until she was writhing against the sheets. “I want to hear you say my name when you come.”

  “Screw you.”

  “You did that already, and will again. Now, you come again, and you say my name again when you do.”

  “No.”

  He slid two fingers inside her warmth, still working her clit.

  “Damn you,” she said. “Remember, one more time.” She was panting now. “And once we’re done you’re gone. I like my space, and don’t want you sleeping here.”

  They’d see about that. “Say my name, Cam.”

  Without warning her, he moved up and covered her body. He slid inside her with one hard thrust. She reared up, her teeth sinking into his shoulder. When she came, she screamed his name.

  Chapter Four

  Cam woke and started to stretch lazily. Then she went still, and blinked. She was pinned to the mattress, a hard warmth behind her, and a massive arm draped over her waist.

  It only took a microsecond to remember who was pressed against her, holding her tight.

  She squeezed her eyes shut. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.

  One rule. Don’t let him into her bed. What the hell had gotten into her? Apart from Hemi’s thick and very energetic cock.

  She turned her head and glanced at the clock. God, they’d only slept the last few hours. The rest of the night…well, Hemi wasn’t only a bulldozer out of bed—strong and unstoppable. She put a choke hold on the sexy memories trying to push into her head.

  Carefully, she slipped to the side of the bed, but before she could escape, the arm around her tightened.

  “Need the bathroom,” she whispered.

  The arm loosened.

  Cam slid out of the bed and watched as he rolled over, taking up the small portion that she’d had.

  He sprawled in abandon, and she had the perfect view of his massive, naked body. He wasn’t beautiful, but the Maori tattoos covering one side of his back were. Her gaze drifted down, over his tightly muscled ass, and the strong tree trunks of thighs.

  Her gut clenched. She recalled running her tongue over some of those tattoos, and her nails digging into his ass. She wanted to do it again.

  No. No. No. She turned around, and snatched up some panties off a folded pile on a chair. Next, she snatched up some gym clothes off the floor. She gave them a quick sniff. They didn’t smell bad. She yanked on leggings, feeling the fabric rasp over sensitized skin. Next came a sports bra and a shirt.

  She desperately needed something to keep her mind off of…her gaze went back to the man in her bed. Things.

  She needed to get out of there until he was gone. Then, she’d put this behind her.

  Hemi might be part Neanderthal, but he was also a good guy. A guy who’d grown up with brothers and a tight family.

  And Cam hadn’t.

  She slipped her feet into some running shoes, and then snuck out the door.

  The corridors of the Enclave were quiet. Everyone was clearly sleeping off last night’s party.

  When she stepped into the gym, she found the place empty, and breathed a sigh of relief. She bypassed the treadmills—she detested them—and headed for an exercise bike. Soon, she’d worked up a good sweat, her legs burning from the exertion.

  After a while, she abandoned the bike and headed over to lift some weights.

  “I didn’t expect to see you here this morning.”

  Cam spun and saw Sienna. “Right back at you.”

  “Theron had promised boxing lessons to a couple of the teens.” Sienna’s eyes went soft at the thought of her man working with kids. “I thought I’d climb for a bit.” She nodded toward the climbing wall at the back of the gym, but then her nose wrinkled. “Work off my hangover.”

  Cam smiled. “I prefer working my hangover off in a dark room with a Bloody Mary.”

  Sienna tilted her head, her brown eyes scanning Cam’s face. “You okay? Usually you avoid the gym, if you can help it. Hell, usually you avoid standing up, if you can help it.”

  Cam shrugged, trying to look casual. “Sure, I’m okay. Peachy. Why?” Did she look different? Did she have a brand announcing Hemi had given her six screaming orgasms?

  Sienna kept staring at her. “Did you have a good night?”

  “Sure. Great party. I was tired and went to bed afterward.” That wasn’t a lie. She’d been in her bed.

  Her squad mate looked like she was fighting back a smile. “Pretty nice hickey on the side of your neck.”

  “What?” Cam touched her neck and hit a tender spot. Damn, Hemi. “Oh, I…scratched myself when I was getting dressed this morning.”

  “It’s surrounded by stubble burn, if I’m not mistaken.”

  Shit. Cam blew out a breath. “All right, fine. I slept with Hemi.”

 
Sienna’s eyes widened. “Really?” The word came out part squeal.

  “Well, okay, that’s not entirely true. We didn’t sleep much.”

  “Was it good?”

  “Sienna!”

  “Come on, tell me. On a scale of one to ten.”

  Memories hit Cam and her pulse jumped. “Like a hundred and seven.”

  “Wowser.” Then Sienna’s eyes turned dreamy. “Theron’s a hundred and seven, as well.”

  “Enough.” Cam cut a hand through the air. “I don’t need images of you and Theron doing it like rabbits in my head while we’re on a mission.”

  “So…Hemi, huh?”

  “Yes. Shit.” Cam dropped down on a weight bench.

  “He’s wanted you a long time. He’ll be good for you. And under all that roughness is a great guy.”

  Cam shook her head. “We aren’t together, Sienna.”

  Her friend frowned. “Oh?”

  “It was a one-night deal. To get it out of our systems.”

  Now Sienna snorted. “I’ve heard that before. So, how’s your system?”

  Hot and bothered, and it wanted more. “My system is fine.”

  “Uh-huh. And Hemi agreed to one night?”

  “Well, we didn’t spend a lot of time talking.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Cam strongly disliked that smug sound. “Stop that. Look, don’t say anything to anyone, okay?”

  The gym door slammed open and Mac walked in. “There you guys are. Roth needs us up in ops.”

  Cam stood. If Roth needed them first thing on New Year’s morning, something was up.

  Sienna spun around. “Cam slept with Hemi.”

  Cam gasped. “What part of ‘don’t tell anyone’ didn’t you understand?”

  Mac’s dark eyebrows rose. “About time. Was it good?”

  Cam let out a short, frustrated scream, and stomped out of the gym.

  ***

  Hemi opened his eyes and stretched out an arm. The bed was empty and he was alone.

  He muttered a curse and rolled onto his back. Of course, he was. Cam had done what Cam did best—run. What else had he expected?

  He scrunched a pillow up under his head, and breathed deep. It smelled of her.

  It didn’t take much for him to remember all the things they’d done to each other in her bed. All the ways he’d touched her, all that sexy passion, the way she’d called out his name. Hell, she was hot. She’d singed his skin, and as he’d always known it would be, sliding into her had been the best thing he’d done.