Shaw: Scifi Alien Invasion Romance (Hell Squad Book 7)

by Anna Hackett

  “I win,” he said.

  She made an angry noise in her throat and bucked her hips up.

  She almost unseated him, but he held on. The press of her long, toned body beneath his had the blood charging through his veins. His cock went as hard as rock.

  He kept his hold on her wrists loose but firm. “I win,” he repeated.

  She turned her head and her face landed in a perfect shaft of moonlight. He saw so many battling emotions crashing together in her eyes…but he was experienced enough to see desire burning hot and insistent at the forefront.

  “You win,” she whispered.

  Yeah, he had, but a part of him still needed to hear this. “You want this?”

  Her eyes flashed, and her hips lifted again, a slower, more teasing move. “You said if you won, I’d be yours.” Her voice was husky as hell, and it rasped over his nerve endings. “Take me, dammit.”

  Those fierce words slammed into him, snapping his control.

  Chapter Eleven

  Shaw pulled Claudia closer and she reared up, her mouth slamming against his. God, he’d wanted her for so long. The taste of her made him groan. The kiss was wild, wicked and brutal.

  She made a hungry sound, and then sank her teeth into his lip. He growled.

  Then they were tearing at each other’s clothes. Shaw grabbed the neckline of her T-shirt and ripped it down the middle. She was tugging at the waistband of his trousers. It took him two seconds to help her shuck them off him, and then he made short work of her pants.

  Naked, Shaw knelt beside her and ran his hands down her long body. “Jesus.” He leaned over her, pressing his mouth to her throat, then drifting downward. “Fucking gorgeous.”

  Her hand tangled in his hair and she made that sound again—a hungry woman in need.

  He cupped her breasts. “Too bad these beauties are mostly hidden under your armor.”

  She arched her back. “Put your mouth on them.”

  He smiled and lapped at the hard point of one nipple. He sucked it into his mouth.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  He lavished it with attention, learning the full curves with his hands before switching to the other side. He nipped at the dusky nipple, letting her feel his teeth. When she jerked against him, he learned his Claudia liked a little edge, liked it a little rough.

  Shaw moved lower, dragging his mouth over her strong stomach. Her entire body was toned and strong, and he damned the darkness for hiding most of it from him.

  He vowed that soon they’d get some time, just the two of them, and they’d have a goddamned light on. He wanted to explore every part of her. He wanted no secrets with this woman.

  She made another small sound. “You like your women small and curvy. I’m not that.”

  His hands stilled on her hips. He dragged one hand down her long thigh, pulling her closer. With his other hand he grabbed her fingers and dragged her hand down to his cock. He wrapped her fingers around him. “Does that feel like I don’t like what I’m touching, tasting?”

  He was hot, harder than he’d ever been, and on the verge of spilling in her hand.

  There was enough moonlight to see her lick her lips. “Guess not.” She stroked her fingers over him and he swallowed a groan.

  Suddenly she moved, rolling them until she was on top. Both her hands were on his cock now. She stroked him, one finger rubbing the swollen head, smearing the fluid leaking from him.

  “Damn…Claudia…”

  “Heard the rumors of what you had down here,” she said.

  “You shouldn’t listen to rumors.”

  She pumped him again. “Guess the rumors were right.”

  “Come here.” He pulled her head down and kissed her again. Damn, he needed her lips on his. Now.

  Then he rolled until she was under him. He ran his hands all over her, before finally slipping between her thighs. She arched into his touch with a moan.

  Here, she was soft and wet for him. He stroked through her folds before sinking a finger inside her.

  She made a husky cry.

  “You like that?” He kept stroking inside her, stretching her, before working a second finger in. “You like having my fingers inside you?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was hoarse.

  She was tight around his fingers, her muscles flexing on him.

  She angled her hips, lifting them to his touch. “But I want something else.”

  “Always impatient.”

  “So are you, from what I hear.”

  Her and that damn joke about him only being up for quickies. “You shouldn’t listen to everything people say.” He pulled out of her, liking the annoyed protest she made, and cupped her bottom. Gripping the firm globes of her ass, he yanked her up and lowered his head. “For that, I’ll show you just how long I can take.”

  He pressed his mouth to her.

  “Shaw.” It was a strangled cry swallowed by the forest around them.

  God. Her taste hit him. He lapped at her, feasting on her. Every move, every sound she made enflamed him.

  He’d found his own little piece of heaven right here.

  She tossed her head back, her eyes glittering. “For a sniper, your aim sucks. You haven’t hit the right spot…”

  Yeah, he was purposely avoiding that swollen little nub. “I think I’m doing okay.” He liked watching the way her breasts wobbled as she panted in fast breaths. “You want my mouth somewhere else?”

  He licked her again, circling that tiny bundle of nerves, but not touching it.

  “Yes, damn you.”

  He smiled against her sweet skin. Only Claudia cursing him during sex could make him harder. “You want my mouth here?” He gently bit her inner thigh.

  “Shaw!”

  “Or here?” He dragged his tongue along the crease where her thigh met her body.

  “Damn you, put your mouth on me or I’ll touch myself and get my own orgasm.”

  Her cranky tone made him smile, but the image of her spread out, a hand working between her thighs, almost made him come.

  He licked her. “You want my tongue on your clit, my badass girl?”

  “Yes.”

  He did just that, lapping at her clit. She jerked and he needed all his strength to hold her. He felt the tightening of her muscles and he sucked the slick nub into his mouth.

  “Too much,” she cried out.

  “Not enough,” he countered.

  He sucked and lapped, reading her body, learning what she liked best. With another cry, she came, imploding in his arms.

  Shaw pulled back, licking her taste off his lips and watching the intense pleasure on her face.

  He couldn’t wait any longer. He covered her, pulling her legs around his waist. He fisted his cock, rubbed it once between her slick legs, then he lifted his gaze. “I have a still-functioning contraceptive implant.”

  Her gray eyes were on him. “Me too.”

  Watching her, never looking away, he pushed inside her.

  Her lips parted and her eyelids fluttered, but she kept her gaze on him. It was raw and sexy as hell. He couldn’t remember if he’d ever looked a woman in the eye as he slid inside her.

  He wanted to make sure the next time he did this with Claudia he watched every damn flicker of emotion that crossed her face.

  She clamped her legs around his hips and her arms around his shoulders. He felt the sharp bite of her nails in his back.

  “Move,” she said.

  Shaw did. He pulled out and thrust back in. He found a hard, fast pace that had her throwing her head back. He leaned down and latched onto that slim neck—kissing, nipping, licking.

  Shaw and Claudia. Claudia and Shaw. Right here, in this moment, there was no divider, no way to separate them.

  He felt his orgasm coming, growing like an impending cyclone. Fuck.

  Claudia Frost wasn’t just under his skin, she was deep, deep in his very cells.

  ***

  Claudia raked her nails down Shaw’s back, tryi
ng to find something to hold on to. To keep her grounded when she felt like she was flying apart.

  Pleasure was a raw flood through her veins. His thick cock was powering inside her and she felt the pleasure-pain stretch of it.

  “I want you to come first,” he said against her neck.

  “I already did.”

  “Again.”

  “Shaw—”

  He pulled back, his weight lifting off her and his cock slipped free, and she made a growl of protest. But once he was on his knees, he yanked her legs back around him and ruthlessly fit his swollen cock back to her slick entrance and slid back in.

  She moaned. Damn, he filled her up.

  Then she felt his thumb brush where they were joined, where he split her apart. He moved up, brushing against her clit.

  Oh. The sensations were outrageous. He kept rubbing in tight, firm circles, his gaze on her.

  The man was reading her like a book. She’d always accused him of rushing sex, but he seemed incredibly focused on it and taking his damn time.

  She felt her release coming. He kept up the pressure and the steady strokes of his cock. She saw the savage control on his face and knew he was holding back his own release.

  “Come for me, Claudia. Come all over my cock.”

  One final circle of his clever thumb and she splintered apart. She screamed and heard it echo through the night.

  Shaw shoved deep inside her and then he lost it. His thrusts gained power, but were wilder, less controlled. A moment later, he groaned his release. He held himself deep, emptying himself inside her.

  He dropped down beside her on the ground. They were both panting and Claudia was trying to get her brain to start firing. Pleasure was still causing little aftermath spasms in her muscles and she felt too damn good to move or think.

  Shaw moved his head and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. “Damn.”

  “Yeah, damn.”

  She was cooling down now, the night air drying the perspiration on her skin. Now what? It had been a hell of a long time since she’d let a man get past just a quick fuck. And she hadn’t been with anyone lately. For her, fighting the aliens absorbed most of her time.

  Besides, what she and Shaw had just done didn’t really qualify as “just sex.” It was so far past sex she didn’t know how to describe it.

  She heard the faint punch of laughter from back at camp, and now the cold was really seeping in. Shaw was only an inch away, but somehow it felt like a mile. She’d never felt awkward with him, even when she’d finally admitted she was attracted to him. She’d felt annoyed plenty of times. Amused, angry…but not awkward.

  She shivered.

  With a sudden burst of movement, he scooped her up. She gasped. “What are you doing?”

  “Being a gentleman.” He bent down to snag their discarded clothes, then strode through the trees.

  “You? A gentleman?”

  He squeezed her butt. “No need to be rude, or I might drop you.”

  The trees were thicker here, and it was darker, but he seemed to know where he was going. She knew he had damn good eyesight.

  A second later, the trees opened up and she saw the river again. He dropped their clothes on the bank and waded in.

  “I owe you a T-shirt,” he murmured.

  She remembered the way he’d torn her shirt off her. “Yeah. I don’t have many.” But damn, it had been worth it.

  The water hit her and she shivered. He pulled her close to his chest and ducked them both down to neck-deep.

  “Thought we should clean up,” he said.

  He was being…thoughtful? She looked at his face in the moonlight. He looked relaxed. In a way he hadn’t looked…well, ever.

  Shaw grabbed her arms and pulled them off his shoulders. He pushed her back so she floated in the water, just her legs around his hips to anchor her. She felt her hair float out and she looked up. Overhead, stars glittered in the night sky, but many were drowned out by the bright moonlight.

  A strong hand touched her throat, and her gaze flew back to Shaw. He was staring at her, like he couldn’t take his gaze off her skin.

  He thumbed the pulse at her throat—which was starting to spike—and then dragged his hand down. He traveled between her breasts, pausing to tweak one nipple, the action forcing her to bite her lip so she could stifle a whimper. His hand moved down, stroking over her toned belly.

  “You’re damned beautiful.”

  She snorted. “Hardly.”

  “You are. Strength, determination, courage. Damn, sometimes you intimidate me.”

  She blinked at him. “But you’re all those things as well. Added to that, you’re nice, and charming, and people like you.”

  “People like you, too. You’re just more selective who you’re nice to.”

  She shrugged, conscious that his finger was dipping into her belly button and sending sensations arrowing downward. “I don’t have time for bullshit.”

  “Ah, classic Claudia. I like that, too.”

  He pulled her in and she wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders. His mouth was on her breast, sucking at her nipple.

  “God, that mouth of yours is clever,” she said on a moan.

  His hand gripped her jaw, holding her as he took her mouth. “I’ll show you what other clever things I can do.”

  He lifted her and she felt the hot prod of his cock between her legs. He pulled her downward and she sank down, taking his thick length inside her.

  He moved her hips and Claudia enjoyed the lap of the water as she rode him. Again, his fierce gaze was on her eyes, capturing her, both of them caught together in the moment.

  “It feels like I’ve wanted you to be mine for so long,” he said. “Say my name.”

  Her fingers tightened on his shoulders. “Shaw.”

  “Again.” He thrust up hard.

  She made a choked noise. “Shaw.”

  “That’s it. Claudia. My badass girl.” He kissed her again, this time a slow, steady devour.

  They kept moving together, desire building slowly and steadily. She held onto him as she came, biting down on his shoulder to muffle her cry.

  Shaw groaned deeply as he came inside her.

  Chapter Twelve

  Shaw woke wrapped in Claudia.

  God, it felt so good.

  The morning sun filtered through the trees above. After they’d finally dragged themselves out of the river, he’d collected some sleeping bags and blankets and made a private little nest for them not far from the camp. Even now, he could hear people up and moving around.

  He tightened his hold on her, pressed his face to her hair and breathed deep. He felt…calm. Whole for the first time in forever.

  His sister would have loved Claudia. Krista would have called her a proper badass and been impressed. Even as a little girl, Krista had never been one for dresses and tiaras. Nope, she’d worn combat boots with everything, and had a single tube of black lipstick she’d hid from their father.

  For the first time in years, Shaw let himself think of his sister and didn’t let his guilt and regret cloud his memories of her.

  Claudia stirred, making a small sound that brought all his attention back to her. She shifted, the blanket baring her breasts, and his cock twitched. Hell, he’d gorged himself on her last night. He shouldn’t be able to get hard to save his life.

  He cupped her breast, again marveling at this soft, plump part of her. She kept all her tender parts well hidden under attitude, competence, and her armor. He really, really liked getting under the tough parts to find the soft.

  She turned, her lips hitting his jaw. “Breakfast,” she mumbled. “Coffee.” She buried her head back into the covers.

  Well, there was one thing he hadn’t known about her. Apparently Claudia Frost was not a morning person.

  He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and got up and pulled his clothes on. He strolled into camp, calling out greetings to people who spotted him.

  He was grabbing a cup of coffee
for Claudia and a black tea for himself plus a couple of sweet rolls from the kitchen truck when he turned and ran into Gabe.

  The big man looked at him for a second, then nodded. He moved past Shaw to get himself a coffee.

  Shaking his head, Shaw headed back toward the trees.

  Suddenly, a whooshing noise filled the sky. He was already glancing up when he saw the raptor ptero zoom past.

  Shit. He spun and saw people running, some screaming.

  “Stay calm,” he called out. “Stay close together, under the illusion.” He sprinted toward where he’d left Claudia. She met him at the tree line, just finishing fastening her cargo trousers.

  “Raptors.” Her face was grim.

  He shoved the coffee at her, pissed their little interlude was over faster than he’d wanted.

  “Thanks.” She took a quick sip. “We need to keep the people from panicking. If anyone gets outside the illusion…”

  Then they were all screwed.

  With a nod, they parted ways. Shaw calmed a group of kids, sending them back to their families. He glanced over and saw all the squads were out, rounding up panicked people, talking with groups who were seated, glancing fearfully overhead.

  Shaw’s jaw tightened and he looked up. He caught a ptero in the distance. It was time they got rid of these alien invaders once and for all.

  So far, they were just taking little pot shots at them. Humanity needed a grander plan, a final solution, if they were going to take back their home.

  “Stay under the illusion.” General Holmes was striding through the crowds. He was wearing his uniform, the sun glinting off his rows of medals. “They don’t know we’re here, and I need everyone’s help to make sure it stays that way.”

  The solid presence of the general instantly calmed people.

  Shaw saw Marcus, Cruz, and Reed ushering some people back from the trees. Then he sensed a presence, and knew Claudia was at his side.

  “The aliens are getting too close.”

  He nodded. “Yeah, they are.”

  “We need to get to the Enclave.”

  He heard the hard edge in her voice, but he knew that under it she was worried. “We will.”

  “You don’t know the Huntsman like I do.” Her gaze turned inward, creating stark lines on her face. “He’ll never stop coming. Never.”