Alien Explosions (Zerconian Warriors Book 12)

by Sadie Carter

  “Eat.” He pressed a piece of something to her lips. She tried to ask what it was, but he quickly popped it into her mouth. As she chewed, flavor burst on her tongue.

  “Yum.” She reached for another bit, but he gave her hand a light smack and then fed her more himself. She blushed a little, but got the feeling that he needed to do this. So she sat there and let him feed her.

  When he put the platter aside, she was pleasantly full and tired. Moroco pulled back the covers.

  “You are dressed. What is my rule about that?”

  She blushed a little. Then raised one eyebrow. “And what about you?”

  He stared at her for a moment then nodded and reached for his shirt, stripping it off, revealing his muscular body. The suns were starting to set and it was growing darker, but she could still make out his wide shoulders, firm biceps, the way his abs rippled as he moved. He was gorgeous, breathtaking. Hers.

  As he pulled off his pants, her mouth went dry, her heart beat thundering in her ears as she took in his firm cock. It stood proud and thick and she couldn’t help but wonder what he tasted like.

  “Your turn.”

  She stared up at him, feeling her cheeks redden as she pulled off her top, revealing her full breasts. The Savans didn’t seem to wear underwear of any sorts so all day her boobs had been swinging around. Not that anyone had paid much attention.

  She raised her hips then slid her skirt down. His gaze roamed over her body, his eyes heavy-lidded, his face cool and stern. But she saw the way his eyes narrowed as his gaze rested first on her breasts then her pussy.

  He was just as affected by her nudity as she was by his.

  She knelt, staring at his dick. Then she licked her lips. “I want to taste you.”

  He fisted his cock and moved closer. The rushes she knelt on meant she wasn’t raised high off the ground, but it put her at the perfect height to take him into her mouth. She licked her way along his shaft, sneaking a look up at him. His jaw was tense, the muscles on his neck standing out and she sensed how hard he was having to work to hold himself back.

  She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, licking her tongue over the slit at the top. Slowly, she took him into her mouth. She couldn’t fit the whole length of him into her mouth. He ran his hand up and down the base of his cock as she pulled back then took him deep.

  She looked up at him again, noticing how his eyes had grown amber. Oh yeah, he wasn’t unaffected by what she was doing to him. She thought she heard him groan then he gently tugged her away. He pulled her up and kissed her, his mouth savage, hard and she melted against him.

  “I wanted you to come in my mouth.”

  “And I wish to come inside you.” He set her back on the furs then flipped her over so she rested on her hands and knees. “And you do not get what you want. Not after you disobeyed me.”

  “You need to learn when to let go.”

  He smacked his hand down on her ass and she groaned. Fuck, it was crazy how that turned her on.

  He ran a finger around her clit, slipping it lightly over the top, so lightly that she wriggled her hips, trying to get him to press harder.

  He knelt behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance. He slid just the tip of him inside her then reached around and drew her back so she knelt up, resting half on his lap. His cock slid in further as he cupped her breasts, squeezing them lightly and flicking her nipples.

  “Oh. Oh.”

  He bit down on her neck where it met her shoulder and it felt like an electric shock hitting her clit.

  “Moroco!”

  He pulled her off him, turning her then plunging deep. She straddled his hips, clasping hold of his shoulders, as she shook with need.

  “Place your hands in the small of your back,” he demanded.

  She quickly moved her hands. Her nipples rubbed against his chest as he moved her up and down his cock. She ached with need as he moved slowly at first then faster and faster. She knew it wouldn’t take much for her to come. Just some pressure on her clit and she would go flying.

  He suddenly laid her on her back. “Hands above your head. Keep them there.”

  “Touch my clit. Please,” she cried out as he plunged deep.

  “I should make you suffer,” he growled. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Even he wouldn’t be that much of an asshole. “But I find I cannot. This time.” He gave her a strict look. “But let this be a little taste of what would be coming your way should you disobey me when an order is given for your health and safety.”

  “I’ll be good,” she found herself promising. “I’ll be totally good from now on. Promise.”

  Surprisingly, his lips twitched. “I am not asking for a miracle. Just keep yourself safe.” He flicked her clit firmly and she fell over into bliss with a cry that soon mingled with his as he followed her over.

  The emotions crashed through her, almost too much for her to breathe through. But when she tried to wriggle out of his hold, to attempt to gather herself, he just held her tightly.

  “Moroco! Let me go.”

  “Hush. I know you think you have to deal with this alone. As you always have. But I am here. You are not alone.”

  He rubbed her back. Up and down. Round and round.

  “I just need a few minutes.”

  “No. What you need is me.”

  He continued to rub her back. Eventually, the tension left her body and she sighed, leaning against him.

  You are not alone.

  Chapter Fourteen

  If anyone would tell her she would be having the time of her life while living in a hut with a dirt floor, no running water, no technology, where she couldn’t even speak the language she’d have laughed herself silly.

  But the truth of the matter was, she loved it here. The Savans might live simply but they certainly knew how to make the most of each day. And most of them tackled their daily tasks with a smile on their faces and a spring in their step. What surprised her the most, though, was the way they included her in everything they did. Didn’t seem to matter to them that she couldn’t talk to them or didn’t know how to do anything. They just patiently showed her what to do over and over until she understood. If there was the occasional bit of laughter at her expense, she didn’t take offense. They laughed at everything. Despite the circumstances, despite the hell they’d been through these last few days, she felt relaxed and happy.

  And surprisingly, Moroco seemed more relaxed too. She’d actually caught him smiling once or twice. They tended to spend their days apart; it seemed to be the way the Savans lived. But whenever they crossed paths, he would give her a look that made her shiver and her heart race.

  The only fly in the ointment was knowing they had to leave. The Zerconians should be here anytime now and she could feel herself growing tenser. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go back. She was desperate to see Sophie. But it was just that this felt like a holiday, almost. She felt more at ease than she ever had.

  She spotted Moroco across the clearing as she sat in a large circle of women while they weaved together some baskets. His gaze met hers, hot, melting. She ran her tongue over her lips and saw the way his eyes narrowed.

  God, he had such an effect on her. She didn’t know how he did it but with just one look he had her nipples hardening, heat filling her body. Around her there was a snickering noise and she glanced away, startled to see all the women staring at her.

  She then stared down at the mess she’d created and grimaced. “I don’t think this is something I’m going to master,” she said even though they couldn’t understand her. “I think I’ll go check on the garden.”

  She stood and brushed off her hands, heading towards the garden. She’d spent yesterday morning planting and last night her back had been in spasms. Moroco had told her no more gardening, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t check to see how her plants were doing. It seemed everyone around here had a job to do and if she couldn’t garden or help with the cooking—she’d very nearly ended
up in the open fire the night before—or weave baskets then there wasn’t much left for her to contribute.

  Unless Moroco would let her get her hands on those bow and arrows they used to hunt. Primitive, but they looked like fun. Not that she could kill a living animal. She sighed. Perhaps hunting was out as well.

  Two arms wrapped themselves around her and she jumped then relaxed back into the wide chest pressed up against her back.

  “I hope you’re not planning on doing any gardening,” he whispered against her ear. “You know what happens when you disobey my orders.”

  He nipped at her neck, sending a shiver through her. She glanced around, but everyone else was in the distance and not paying them much attention. From what she knew of Zerconian males, most weren’t into public displays of affection, but Moroco didn’t seem too concerned about touching her around others. Maybe that was the Savans’ influence. While it was a little sexist, the way the men and women had very defined tasks and did things in large groups, it was also easy to see how happy they were. Every so often, she would catch them sharing a hug or a look or a sneaky passionate kiss.

  She turned, pressing her palms against his chest to stare up into his face. He reached down and squeezed her ass and she gasped as arousal shot through her body.

  “Moroco!”

  “Do you have need, my mate?”

  “You know I do. I always need you.”

  Satisfaction filled his gaze and he lifted her up. She placed her legs around his waist. He turned and walked into the trees.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  “I find that you have eroded my control, mate. And that I have needs too.”

  “Oh. But our hut is that way.” She pointed back the way they had come.

  He shook his head, looking sorrowful but she saw a glint of something in his gaze. “I am afraid that my mate is sadly lacking in discipline.”

  “What?” She thought they were about to have some fun time together, and pissing her off was not a good start.

  “Even though I can order her to be silent, I know she will disobey me. Then everyone will hear the passionate noises she makes for me when I touch her clit, when I lick her juices, her tight nipples, when I plunge inside her and she finds her release. And I am a selfish man. Those noises are just for me.”

  He pressed her back against a tree, his hips pressing against hers and holding her weight as he reached for her top, pulling it up and over her head and revealing her breasts to his glittering gaze.

  “All mine.”

  Leaning in, he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly.

  “Oh God, Moroco.” She grasped hold of his shoulders, using him as an anchor as pleasure slammed through her.

  He pushed her skirt up so his hand cupped her bare ass, his thumb teasing her entrance, circling it, pressing into her just slightly.

  It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. She rubbed against him, her clit throbbing mercilessly.

  “I cannot wait,” he muttered.

  “Don’t. Don’t, I need you now.”

  He tugged at her nipple and she cried out the slight sting of pain making her even more crazed. Then his hand moved and his cock pressed against her entrance. He plunged deep. One firm, deep movement that had the breath whooshing from her lungs.

  Lord have mercy on her. He moved his hand between their bodies so he could flick her clit while he continued to suck and bite her nipples. Her breath came fast, her need for him almost violent in its intensity.

  “Find your release, marlia. Find it now!”

  The demand sent her over and she pulsated around his cock as he gave a final thrust, driving deep before he grunted and came, pressing his mouth against her shoulder to muffle his own shout of release.

  After a while, when their breathing had slowed, he let her drop to the ground. She stood on shaking legs, leaning against him.

  “Wow.”

  He ran his hand up and down her back.

  “You are well, my mate?”

  She leaned back to grin at him. “Never better. Just wondering how the hell I’m going to get my limbs to work, let alone get back to work. I feel so relaxed.” She yawned. “Excuse me.”

  He cupped the back of her neck, massaging the muscles there.

  “Oh, that feels amazing.”

  He sat against the trunk of the tree they’d just fucked against and tugged her onto his lap. She sat stiffly for a moment, unused to being on anyone’s lap, but as he pulled her in close and continued his massage she started to relax.

  She yawned again, feeling pleasantly sleepy.

  “Just close your eyes and relax,” he whispered.

  “I should get back.”

  “There’s nothing back there that cannot wait. Relax. Sleep. I will watch over you.”

  And trusting him to do just that, she settled in and let herself drift.

  Moroco held Saffron against him, continuing his massage until he felt her relax fully against him, her breathing deepening as she slept.

  He just stared down at her for a long moment, wondering at this female who was his mate. He had never thought it possible for him to care for another female again. But Saffron was different. She was his.

  And she would stay his.

  His possessiveness of her was like nothing he’d felt before. Even his feelings for Fancia paled in comparison. As they should. She was his mate.

  He stared down at her naked breasts. It amazed him to know that she trusted him so much that she could fall asleep half-naked, knowing he would look after her, knowing he would protect her.

  Of course, a female should look to her male for guidance and protection. But knowing what he did about Saffron’s life, it made it just more special that she trusted him.

  “You’d be wise to take my offer, Saffron. Or would you rather your sister, Sophie, take your place?”

  Saffron stepped forward, hands clenching into fists as helpless fury washed over her. “You leave my sister out of this! She is off limits.”

  Ricky smirked. Damn it, she’d walked right into that one.

  “Then it will have to be you, won’t it? If you want to protect your precious baby sister, you’ll have to come work for me.”

  “You mean whore for you,” she spat out.

  Ricky’s eyes narrowed and she swallowed heavily at the dangerous look. “I don’t know why you’re acting so outraged. It’s almost as though you think you’re above spreading your legs for money, but it’s not like it doesn’t run in the family. Like mother, like daughter.”

  Her rage grew. God, what she wouldn’t give to wipe the smirk off his face. But then what? He was bigger than her, stronger, and he had more power. Saffron swore if she found a way out of this, she wasn’t going to let a man have power over her again.

  “Just because my mother slept with men for money—” she didn’t like calling her mother a whore, “—doesn’t mean I will.”

  “You think you’re so much better than everyone else because you’ve done a few college courses, but you’re not. And a few sessions with my boys will teach you not to mouth off.”

  “Fuck you.”

  Smack. The slap came out of nowhere and she’d been completely unprepared. One of her mother’s clients had smacked her around the head once, before her mother had managed to distract him, gesturing at Saffron to grab her sister and get out. That night they’d slept in the backyard. Saffron had tried to pretend it was an adventure for Sophie’s sake, but she’d been terrified. Scared of all the noises, the animals, the darkness.

  Tears stung her eyes but she forced herself to turn back to Ricky, and pushing her shoulders back, she glared at him. “I’m not whoring for you.”

  Ricky ran a protection racket in their neighborhood. Pay him and his boys wouldn’t hassle you. Fail to pay him and his boys would cause you a world of pain. His price for protecting herself and Sophie was becoming one of his girls and opening her legs for his boys.

  No way. No how.

 
He smacked her face again and she muffled her cry of pain.

  “You will. Starting now.” He turned, keeping hold of her arm and started dragging her up the stairs.

  Terror filled her. She knew what was coming. She couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t let him rape her. She tugged at her arm, tried to pull backwards, out of his hold, but for such a wiry guy he was surprisingly strong.

  There were only a few steps left until they reached the top. In a last ditch effort to get away, she leaned forward and bit his forearm. He let her go and she wobbled, grabbing for the banister.

  “You bitch!” He shoved her. Hard. Already off-balance, she slipped and tumbled down the stairs with a cry.

  Saffron sat up with a gasp, disorientated, the sound of Ricky’s laughter filling her ears.

  “Shh, easy. You are safe, marlia.” The low voice was soothing, familiar. She blinked and stared up at Moroco. His gaze was intense, concern filling his face as he stared down at her. All of a sudden, she realized she was sitting on his lap and she wasn’t wearing a top. She covered her breasts with her arm with a blush.

  “Sorry, I guess I fell asleep.” On him. With no top on. In the middle of the day.

  “You needed the rest.” He ran his hand up and down her bare back as she looked around for her top, where was it? “Although I am not sure you had much rest.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You seemed to be having a nightmare.”

  “I was?” She attempted to keep her voice casual, pretending only mild interest. She should have known that wouldn’t fool him. He grasped hold of her chin, turning her so she was looking up.

  “You were. What was it about?”

  She bit her lip. “Nothing interesting. I can hardly remember it.”

  “Was it about Ricky?”

  She stiffened and realized she’d just given herself away.

  “Tell me.”

  With a sigh, she looked away. “Have you seen my top?”

  “Tell me what you were dreaming about.”

  Shit.

  “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t like thinking about that time.”