by KD Jones
“Why do you have that expression?”
“What expression?”
“Like you feel a deep sadness.”
She didn’t answer his question, but walked past him back into the building. His heat was just behind her as they stood there at the entrance. “Where are the apartments?”
“This level, 1A and 1B.”
“Over here.” She moved to the first set of doors to the right.
Devlon used the key to open the door to the first apartment. He followed her inside and closed the door behind them.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” Devlon demanded.
She glared at him. “I don’t answer to you, and I don’t have to tell you anything.”
“What did you and the lieutenant colonel discuss?”
She could refuse to tell him, but she wanted to see how he reacted. “I asked him to see if he could finalize my divorce.”
“Divorce...that’s the ending of your union, correct?”
She moved around the small living space, not looking at him. “Yes. It would’ve been done already, but the nukes hit and it wasn’t completed.”
“What did lieutenant colonel say about it?”
She shrugged. “Most of the paperwork is already done, David’s going to see about sending a notification. Mark could try to deny it, but that won’t stop the divorce.”
“When will it be final?”
“If he doesn’t fight it, it’s effective in forty-eight hours.”
“What if he fights it?”
She looked at him then. His eyes were dark and intense. She could drown in them. “It won’t make a difference, except as a matter of time. Probably a month.” She looked around the apartment. It was a one bedroom, and the kitchen was open to the living space.
“Devlon, I thought there were two apartments for us to use.”
“We only need one.”
Before she could say anything else, he reached for her and pulled her to him. She didn’t resist, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. His lips were firm and dominant. So were his hands, which were all over her, taking her clothes off piece by piece. Her blouse went first, then her bra. Her skirt slid down her legs, falling at her feet and leaving her in only her panties and heels. She wanted him naked too.
She kissed his chin and jaw while her hands undid his uniform buttons. She’d never been more desperate to feel him. She parted the material and began rubbing her hands up and down his chest, causing him to groan in need.
“Heather.”
Her name on his lips made her whole body tingle. She felt cold air on her now-bare breasts. Her nipples hardened, and then his warm hands were cupping her.
“That feels so good,” she whispered, arching so that he could take more of her flesh in his grasp. She growled in protest when he stopped touching her to bend and pick her up.
“What are you doing?”
“This time, I want to take you in a real bed,” he told her as he walked through the dark apartment to the open doorway past the kitchen. He halted in the doorway and flipped the lights, much to her dismay.
Devlon carried her to the bed and lowered her down carefully. She kicked her shoes off and felt relief not having to wear those torture devices anymore. She missed her trusty tennis shoes. She laid there in nothing but her panties, which were damp with her arousal.
He stared down at her, taking in every inch of her body as he finished removing his shirt, then kicked off his shoes and his pants went with it. His cock sprang forward, fully loaded and ready to go. She couldn’t help but lick her lips. Devlon was built like a man half his age, all broad shoulders and lean six-pack, with trim hips.
“Damn, you’re hot.”
He chuckled as he crawled up the bed and over her body. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
She nodded her head, suddenly feeling dazed as his fingers skimmed her body. She wasn’t as fit as he was, and she really wished he’d left the lights off. He must have sensed her unease, and he stopped touching her.
“Is something wrong?”
“I’m just...could we turn the lights out?”
“Why?”
“I’m used to things being a bit dimmer in the tunnels. This is quite bright.”
“It didn’t bother you before in the James’ apartment.”
She glanced away, feeling embarrassed for saying anything. His fingers turned her chin so that she faced him once more.
“Tell me what’s really bothering you.”
“It’s been a long time since I had a lover, and my body is not as in shape as it once was.”
He leaned away from her a little and looked her over again. “You are beautiful, Heather.”
“I know that exposure to radiation has taken a lot from my body.”
His hands caressed her sides up and down, and then he cupped her breasts. “You will only get healthier with more treatments, but never doubt your attractiveness. Since the first moment I saw you I’ve been filled with need. I can’t explain this pull I feel for you, but it’s real, and I don’t want to fight it any longer.”
She let out the breath she was holding. “I feel it too.”
He took her hand and pulled it down to his manhood. He didn’t let go until she took him in her grasp. “Then no more doubts about my desire for you.”
“Okay, no more doubts.”
Chapter 15
Devlon leaned down and claimed her lips again. He was thrilled that she didn’t hold back this time. Instead, she welcomed his embrace, wrapped her arms around him and dug her fingers into his thick hair. When she pulled at him to bring him closer, he growled with desire.
He couldn’t stop touching her. Running his hands down her sides, then up again to cover and squeeze her glorious breasts, built a fire within him that he couldn’t ignore. Looking down at her brought out a primal need to conquer her.
Pinching her nipples had her arching and moaning in pleasure. “Do you like what I do to you?”
“Yes,” Heather whispered.
Kissing his way down her throat, over her delicate collarbone, against the swell of her flesh, he hovered a moment before sucking her nipple in his mouth. He continued to squeeze and tease her other nipple with his hand while working her with his tongue and mouth. There was just something about a woman’s breasts that was irresistible to him—or maybe it was just Heather.
Everything about her drew him to her. Her scent, which was like Earth’s cinnamon and honey, made his mouth water every time she walked into the room. He found any excuse he could to touch her because, her skin was extremely soft and smooth. Then there was her taste...so good.
“By the stars, Heather, you taste delicious.”
“It’s probably the soap I used earlier.”
Devlon rubbed his face between her breast and then kissed his way to her other nipple. “It’s not. It’s you, your taste.”
Moving down her ribs, he nudged her thighs wider to make room for him. He closed his eyes as he inhaled her fragrance over her strip of dark hair. He parted her feminine folds and smiled in male pride that she glistened with desire for him. It was something else about her he couldn’t resist.
“What do I taste like?”
He looked up at her as he lowered his mouth down and licked her seam. “Like mine.”
*****
Heather gripped the sheets on the bed, watching mesmerized as Devlon licked her. Nothing was as sensual as that moment when he called her his. How she wished he really meant it; but men sometimes said outrageous things in the heat of the moment. Except he was taking his time in pleasuring her, so at least she couldn’t say he was rushing things.
Their first encounter on her subcar had been fast and furious but left her feeling more fulfilled than any sexual experience she’d had in the past. His touch meant more to her…but she didn’t want to think about that. She let herself get lost in the feelings he was drawing out of her.
She closed her eyes as his tongue entered her and made love
to her slowly. His fingers were busy teasing her clit, and it didn’t take long for her to feel her inner walls start to quiver and quake.
Her hands left the sheets and reached once more for his hair to keep him right where she needed him. “Oh God, Devlon.”
He made a sort of humming ,noise and the vibration against her pussy was like a vibrator. She screamed out his name covering her mouth with an arm to keep from being too loud and letting the neighbors know what they were up to.
“Devlon!” She felt herself splinter into pleasure then float back down slowly.
His lips burned a path back up her body. She was still vibrating from her orgasm when she felt the tip of his cock as it paused just at her opening.
“Look at me, Heather. I want to see your eyes when I take you.”
Heather looked into his dark eyes and felt herself hooked by them. She couldn’t look away even if she wanted to. He pushed into her slowly, stretching her. She felt every inch of him as he moved inside of her. When he filled her completely, she was thrilled and at the same time anxious for him to move.
“Please,” she whispered, leaning up and licking his neck.
He pulled out, only to move back inside. He set a steady rhythm as he slid his body against her. It was a delicious feeling. She groaned when Devlon bent his head and nibbled on her neck. It was an erogenous zone she’d never known she bad. She was learning so much about herself in her time with him.
“Heather, you feel so damn good.”
Devlon pressed his body against hers, squeezing her breasts with each thrust. Fuck, that felt good! She raised her legs up higher, and he angled his hips slightly, which made him able to hit her harder and deeper.
“Oh, fuck me!” She couldn’t keep from shouting out as the pressure from earlier built up to an almost painful point. She needed to come badly.
As if he knew what she needed, Devlon reached between them and used his fingers to massage her clit quickly, bringing her to the edge.
“Give in, Heather. I want to feel you come with me inside of you.”
She careened over that edge, shouting once more as she came hard. It didn’t take long before Devlon joined her. He rolled over, taking her with him so that they laid side by side, facing each other. Her leg was over his, and they were still connected. What surprised her most was that he was still hard.
Glancing down at his cock, she watched amazed as he slowly moved in and out of her. “Really? Most men would have finished and then passed out.”
Devlon snorted. “Maybe human men. Drastans have higher stamina.”
Gasping, “I believe it.”
They made love again and again. A few hours later, exhaustion began to set in. They spooned, with her in front. He nestled his head against her neck, and his hand cupped her breast. Her last thought before succumbing to sleep was that she felt right being in his arms, and that she never wanted to leave.
*****
Devlon held Heather close to him. His world was turned upside down. The idea that in a year or two he would have to leave her was unacceptable. He simply refused to leave her behind. Somehow, in a matter of months, this small human woman had found her way into a heart he thought was void except for his love for his children.
Now, it ached with so much love it scared him. He suspected that Heather was his hala asawani. He reached with his fingers to smooth her hair from her beautiful face. He watched her in awe, knowing that she was a gift and that he would fight to keep her. No one would take her from him. He just had to convince her to come with him. He fell asleep holding his other half against him.
Chapter 16
Devlon woke up fully alert. Years of serving his home world and being in battle trained his senses to never fully rest. Something was off. Slowly he pulled away from Heather’s sleeping form, covering her up. He didn’t want to scare her in case it was nothing.
Lt. Colonel James had men assigned to protect him, which was why he left his own warrior at the subcar to make sure no one sabotaged it. Devlon agreed to it as long as the soldiers remained hidden where he and Heather wouldn’t be bothered by them.
He walked over to the corner of the room where it was darkest and remained still. A Drastan’s senses were much better than a human’s. He could only detect one male human in the other room. As the person made his way into the bedroom, Devlon waited for the perfect time. Just as the male lifted his hand with what looked like a weapon, he sprung into action, moving quickly to kick the weapon out of the male’s hand.
The male tried to lurch past Devlon toward Heather on the bed. He hit the end of the mattress, shoving it out of place. Devlon had the male by the neck, with his arm wrapped around his throat.
“Let me go!” the male yelled out.
“What the hell is going on?” Heather demanded, reaching to turn on a light.
Devlon tightened his armlock so that the male had less oxygen flow making his struggles weakened. “This male broke in and attempted to attack us while we slept.”
“Should I go upstairs and get help?” Heather looked at him and he hated seeing the fear in her eyes.
He didn’t want her to leave his sight. What if there were more waiting outside the apartment? He didn’t scent others, but they could be down the hallway. “Use my communicator to call for Lt. Colonel James.”
Heather put on the comm link and hit the button. “Connect me with Lt. Colonel James.” She paused a moment, and said, “It’s Heather. We have an intruder. Devlon is restraining him.”
She disconnected. “He’s on his way. Let me see if I can find something we can tie this guy up with.”
Devlon watched as she wrapped a blanket around her body, reminding him that he was naked. She came back from the bathroom and wrapped a towel around his waist. “Thanks.”
“No problem. I couldn’t find anything like string or cord to tie him up with.”
“I’ve got him. Go ahead and grab your clothes and get dressed.” He would be damned if he let anyone see her naked. It was bad enough this perpetrator had. He had to fight his instincts to squeeze the man’s throat until he passed out.
Heather rushed into the other room and came back with her clothes, going into the bathroom just as the front door was shoved open.
“In the bedroom!” Devlon called out.
The male tried to kick free, but Devlon shoved him down to the floor, keeping his hands held behind his back and using his own weight to keep the male still.
Two human soldiers came into the room, cautiously holding up their weapons. They were followed by the lieutenant colonel. David paused, looking at the man on the ground and then at Devlon wearing nothing but a towel. He motioned for his soldiers to take the man on the floor in their grip so that Devlon could stand up, then tossed him his pants. Devlon quickly pulled them on and left the towel on the bed.
“Where’s Heather?” David asked, looking at the empty bed.
“I’m here,” Heather said as she exited the bathroom, dressed except for her shoes.
He walked over to her and wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders. The fact that she allowed him to comfort her like that in front of others was a sure sign that she’d been shaken up. Devlon glared at the man who’d dared try to attack them.
“Who are you and why did you try to attack me?”
When the man didn’t say anything, Devlon moved up and gripped his chin tilting it up painfully so the human had to look up at him. “What did you want with me?”
“Nothing!”
Devlon used his other hand to squeeze the male’s neck. “Wrong answer. Tell me what you were doing here and why you attacked me?”
“You can’t hurt me. I know my rights. I ain’t saying anything without a lawyer present.”
Devlon narrowed his eyes at the male. “Wrong. You attacked a Drastan. It is within my right to question you and execute your punishment as I see fit.”
The human’s face paled as he glanced at the lieutenant colonel for help. “He’s lying, right?”
David shook his head. “No, he is not. If he took out his blaster and blew your head off, we’d have no say in it since you attacked him.”
“Come on! I’m human!”
“Who committed a crime against a Drastan. They’re in right here.”
“I wasn’t even after the Drastan!” the man exclaimed, then realized what he’d said and paled even more.
“You weren’t after me, then you were after Heather. What for?”
“I want a lawyer,” the male whined.
“What’s your name?” Devlon demanded. The male refused to answer him.
“Do you recognize him, lieutenant colonel?”
“No, he’s not one of my people.”
Kyle came in and looked at the situation. “What’s happening?”
“This male tried to attack Heather. We need to identify him.”
Kyle pulled out his handheld computer and waved it in front of the male, frowning at his results. “He’s not registered with any of the known domes or tribes.”
“He’s probably either in a tribe that hasn’t been registered yet or he’s a subway rat, someone who goes tribe to tribe trading but not belonging,” Heather told them.
“Similar to Hali then?” Kyle asked.
“Yes.”
“Who are you?”
The man whispered his name: “Todd.”
“What do you want with Heather?” Devlon demanded. The male still remained silent. “Answer me or die right here!”
The man, Todd, was now sweating profusely, trembling in fear. “Please.”
“Tell me why you were after Heather!”
“I was promised trade credits if I convinced her to support the resistance.”
“If she refused?”
“They would pay extra if I…”
“If you what?” Devlon growled out.
“Killed her, or you.”
“Why? Who ordered the attack?” Devlon continued.
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t believe you.” Devlon kept his hand on the male’s throat and squeezed.
“I was rounded up with some other subway rats a few days ago.”