Defying The Alliance: INFERNO (Novokin Alliance Invasion 2)

by Bobbi Ross

  The day of my graduation from the Academy. The happy faces of my best friends smiled at me. My face happy, carefree. I couldn’t help but smile at it, and touch each of the faces in turn. My short frame stood out from the other Academy graduates in the picture, who all towered over me. The picture was perfect. A snapshot catching the perfect moment where we all screamed with joy and revelry. Except for Liam. I never thought about the smile that split his face every time he looked at me or what it might have meant. I never realized the depth of his love for me, even back then. How could I've missed that? I thought we were just having fun. He never seemed like the kind of guy to get tied down. I thought he was just, just–. Why did he leave me? Why did he have to...

  The metal picture frame flew from my hands. Smashing against the wall, it fell with a resonating boom on the deck floor. My shoulders shook beyond my control, while my keening reverberated from the walls. The pain of losing a love I never knew I had tore at my gut.

  BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

  Before I had a chance to make the decision to ignore the angry stinger bee at the door, my golden barbarian was in my room. His frantic eyes searched me from head to toes and then my space, like he expected to find someone else in the room. I stared back at him speechless, motionless. I prayed he hadn’t heard me cry. I'd be mortified.

  He moved his muscular, half naked body near the tossed metal picture frame on the floor. His muscles tightened and stretched as he bent down and picked it up. He still refused to put on a praking shirt. Like he did it on purpose to frustrate and annoy me. His eyes perused the photo before he reverently placed it on the bureau next to the photos of my family. His intense, green gaze drifted back to me.

  “Are you ok?” Worry coated his deep voice while he closed the distance between us. “I thought...” His eyes fell on the floor while he raked his neck. “Never mind, I apologize for intruding in your quarters like this. It won’t happen again,” he mumbled, taking a step back ready to spin on his heels and exit my quarters.

  His golden ass wasn't getting away that easy. Not this time. “Yeah, right. I’ve heard that before Mister. You make promises you can’t keep. Don’t bother now. Don’t pretend you care,” I snapped, bursting into more tears. My shoulders shook. Like I was piloting a single engine fighter through atmospheric re-entry without any thrusters.

  What the prak? Since when did I turn into such a crying little girl? The more I tried to close the flood gates, the fiercer and hotter they ran down my flushed cheeks. I was mortified. What happened to the hardass Captain Caspia Jones? Who was this feeble woman crying like a praking baby?

  His eyes went wide with… hurt? My words cutting to the quick. He stood there for a moment, frozen, lips pursed. Indignance radiated off him in waves as if someone had accused him of murder.

  “You say you care for me, for my safety. You tease me with your passionate kisses and you touch me like you want me, then you avoid me like the Xardian plague. What kind of sick game are you playing here Trex?” I saw the hurt in his eyes before he spun on his heels to leave the room. My knees crumpled underneath me. I dropped into a chair feeling more alone than ever, my chin bent to my chest, spent and torn.

  Without warning strong arms braced my shoulders and hoisted my whole body up off the chair. He held me there frozen, eyes full of tenderness peered intently into mine, before his muscular arms crushed my small frame into the warmest hug ever. I melted.

  “It’s not like that, my little Captain.” His sweet breath whispered into my ear sending tingles down my spine. I loved it when he called me that. “Please, believe me when I tell you this. I care for you like no one else before. More than you will ever know.” The pleading in his voice genuine. He stroked my hair and laid soft kisses into the hair on the top of my head.

  I tilted my head back and raised my eyes, stunned by just how gorgeous he was. My nose twitched when his golden-brown hair feathered my face. I searched those smoldering hot hazel green eyes for any signs of deception.

  What I saw caught my breath in my chest. For the first time, they were completely open to me, honest and something else...oh my! Was it love I detected? It couldn’t be.

  I buried my face back onto his golden, fur-speckled chest reveling in the warmth of it and needing to be close. To believe. Allowing the rhythmic pounding of his strong, steady heart to sooth the fresh scars on my soul. To calm my nerves. To quite my mind. Time paused as I surrendered to the warm, possessive nuzzle he gave me.

  The fear I lived with every day for my crew muted and faded. The despair I wrestled with, the moment I opened my eyes, every morning since the day of the invasion was but a distant memory, while I cuddled in his arms. He felt and smelled like home and I felt like I belonged. Only the hint of loss remained.

  My focus again diverted when his stubble shocked my skin. His full lips laid a soft, warm kiss on the slope of my cheek interrupting the tracks of my tears. Then he kissed the other side even softer, chasing my pain away. Grazing my nose his lips finally rested on the flat between my eyes, kissing away the worries.

  “Then why? Why did you avoid me? Why are you trying to keep me away?” I jerked back from his arms as realization hit me. Panic washed over me. “Are you leaving?” Oh Goddess, he wasn’t sticking around.

  Golden ridges puckered the skin around his eyes. A pained expression reflected in the green pools of his eyes.

  Before I knew it. The ever present rage that had been my constant companion for the last three years just laying under the surface in wait, reared its ugly head. With both hands I beat against his marbled chest. “That is praking skeck Trex! I hate you! I hate you!” I didn't want this! I wanted the anger, the hate, the rage... Anything that would numb the pain of losing more of my crew, my friends, my family, Liam, him–.

  I don't remember Trex gathering me into his arms, his chest now wet with my tears. My body shook like I was naked outside in a northern winter storm. The whole time he held me tight against his broad, massive chest. His warm breath caressing the hair on the top of my head.

  I was mortified. If my crew ever found out, I’d soon be nick-named “cry-baby captain” or some such nonsense. My captain’s decorum had jumped out the airlock and was fast swallowed by a big, black hole, never to be seen again.

  I tried to push him away, embarrassed, but he wouldn’t budge. His muscles contracted tightening the vice like hold of his arms around me. Skeck no! Now I was furious. I lifted up on my toes and reached for his lips. My teeth sunk hard on his lower lip. I felt him tense. But once again he held still. Stubborn and rigid. Like a praking mountain, refusing to give in to my anger or acknowledge his pain. Stupid man! How dare he!

  "I will not leave you Caspia. I’m here for you now and forever. As long as you need me." His husky voice whispered into my hair, as if he was reading cue cards right off my soul.

  His words resonated deep inside me, like a cool breeze quelling the swirling, rampant rage festering my existence. Like healing balm reaching the darkest recesses of my wounded heart.

  He wasn’t leaving. He wasn’t leaving me. I was able to breathe again. I took a deep sigh allowing my mind to calm and center. My muscles relaxed in his embrace taking in the warmth of his skin. He loved me and he wasn’t leaving. A glimmer of hope loosened the panic’s iron grip on my heart. My cheek was flat against his tear soaked, muscle ridden, golden chest. When I tilted my, certain by now to be, red rimmed eyes up to meet his, blazing green torches burned away any lingering doubt. The fire of his desire, his love, his want for me glimmered within the bottomless darkness of the gold-flecked irises, expanding to conquer the brilliant green of his intoxicating eyes. The intensity of his passion reflected in them usurped both my body and mind. A shiver rushed through me, awakening every sensory fiber in my body. Causing them to vibrate with excitement and desire. The stony look, the walls he usually built up were gone. He stood in front of me, massive, powerful and unflappable. The window to his soul was wide open, exposing it bare and vulnerable. My heart quic
kened, pumping warm blood south to my belly. Heat infused my core.

  The air between us crackled. Every single molecule in my body charged, screaming with want, feeling the pull of every molecule in his.

  I breathed in deeply, taking in his musky aroma of apples and summer, intoxicating my senses. Then I was suddenly aware of the quiet and privacy of my quarters, my closeness to him, his throbbing length against my belly. The sexual energy radiating from our heated bodies, fought with the air to fill every single inch of the room. Our flesh responded to the primal call for the need of two bodies to join. The undeniable need for release. The universe itself would demand it no other way.

  Chapter 5

  Reaching back I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his hungry mouth to mine. His lips parted, inviting me in. His tongue tasted the length of my lips before it probed hungrily at my opening. I allowed him entrance and savored the furious take of my mouth in his. His hands cupped my cheeks firmly as he poured his fierce emotion into my mouth. My body tingled with excitement and my knees loosened as if the muscles and ligaments holding them together suddenly snapped. My body faltered. The intensity of his kiss compiled with the stress of today left me drained and weak like a newborn kitten.

  His strong, muscular arm wrapped around my waist, steadying me and pulling me closer to him. Calloused fingers snuck inside the hem of my uniform’s top and grazed the soft skin underneath. His fingers spread feeling my skin and keeping a firm, possessive hold on the small of my back. Tendrils of excitement crawled up my spine and a heated avalanche of desire flooded my sex, imagining his arm moving lower, his fingers exploring and caressing my lower lips. My core ached and lusted after the big, golden barbarian. I wanted him. I needed him. Now!

  His mouth trailed down my jaw. His lips nipped briefly at my ear lobe inciting gooseflesh, before tracing the length of the muscle below, until they finally lingered on the nape of my neck.

  His teeth pressed into my skin, but not enough to bruise. Little electric shocks lit up every nerve ending, intensifying when his sweet succulent mouth sucked hard at the skin, biting the muscle underneath. The sweet pain of my flesh wiped away the pain in my heart. I gasped. That would leave a mark. But I wanted his mark. I wanted him. Like nothing and no one before.

  My hands traced the bulging muscles of his arms, slowly moving across to his tight, scarred pecs. My heart ached thinking of the pain he had to have endured earning these deep scars. Did the scars cause him pain? I wish I could wipe them away from his beautiful body. I wish I could take his pain away. I laid gentle kisses on the inflamed tissue around the still raw scar crossing from his right pec through the middle of his chest, ending to the first hard ripple of his stomach. He sucked in his breath and I pulled away.

  “It is not pain my beauty. It is pleasure, I assure you.” He breathed, reading my reaction.

  I gave him a half smile and continued to lay, gentle, wet kisses on his gorgeous body all the while my arms fondled their desired target. His enormous girth hyper-extended the fabric of his pants while I petted him. No wonder it was so difficult to keep him in uniform. I held what I could of his throbbing hardness in my hand, gripping it through his bursting pants. An animalistic growl reverberated through his chest, making my toes curl. His hold over me tightened while he ground his pelvis hard into my hand. I fumbled around his pants searching for a way to free his beast.

  There's the zipper!

  I worked it down slowly, reverently, relishing every moment, capturing the rising anticipation of his manhood into my palm. The zipper sound stopped. No more waiting. It was time to become as intimate as one person could be with another. I brought my fingers to the top of his pants. Pulled the flap open. I wanted his hardness in my mouth, to taste his silky skin and suck at his golden head. Deep, without mercy until he came for me.

  Swoosh!

  A sinewy rope coiled around my wrist stopping my hand’s descent to his private area. His sexy tail, I remembered. I raised a questioning eyebrow.

  “It has been so long. It will too soon be over for me if you continue with your present sublime ministrations, my little Captain.” A sidelong grin brightened his deeper than usual golden face. “I cannot have that before I taste your ubajywi."

  I believe my utter look of confusion actually made him enjoy this more. His eyes shifted up and over and he searched for the word.

  "Your honeyed essence," he snapped his fingers, then nodded to himself in supreme satisfaction. "Your love nectar. Its delicious aroma has been haunting me since we first met. I need to drink from you my Caspia,” his voice rough and low while his lips sealed mine with a deep, passionate kiss. Heat infused every part of me, and I mean every part. I wrapped my arms around his neck showing my agreement. In one swooping motion he scooped me off my feet like a feather caught in the wind. He walked us to the bed cradling me in his arms.

  Wow! I’d never allowed a male before to lift me or try to take any kind of control in the bedroom. I was always the captain through and through, outside and inside the bedroom. But not with Trex. He aroused something else in me. A long suppressed need to be taken care of, maybe. To completely let go. To allow myself to be vulnerable. To trust again. To trust in life, in me, in him.

  Could I trust him? My every fiber screamed a resounding: Yes! Every part of me was ready to surrender. Begged to be taken, conquered, ravished by this golden warrior. Penetrating green gaze, now darkened with lust took hold of my very existence. My veins boiled and my pulse quickened.

  In one gentle motion he put me on the floor. My heart pounded out of control in my rib cage from anticipation for what was to follow.

  He started unzipping my skintight blue uniform. And to my credit, I let him. Even more surprising, I enjoyed it. Alright I more than enjoyed it, I so got off on watching his eyes widen as he peeled me first out of my top, carefully supporting each breast in his large warm hand as he uncovered them. He stared at them as if he’d never seen breasts before; a predator’s gleam in his sizzling eyes.

  “Beautiful,” he uttered.

  A light moan escaped my lips, my chest pushed forward full of need. The girls begged for more of his attention. His predatory dark gaze shifted up to meet mine. Ensnaring my mind, my soul and my heart. All the while his large hands cupped my breasts and squeezed gently. Then harder. I moaned. My body undulating with waves of the sensational pleasure that swelled under his strong hands. His large thumbs flicked my sensitive, taut nipples and heat rushed anew to my core.

  In slow, meticulous moves he slid the remaining uniform down my bare sides until the only zipper left followed the curve of my hip. With two fingers he delicately maneuvered it downward, unveiling my skin tooth by tooth as if he had never worked such a device before. Then again, before meeting us maybe he hadn't.

  His fingers peeled the rest of the skin tight uniform off my body leaving me completely naked. When my pants and panties dropped to the floor, he bent down and lifted out each foot, one by one. He remained in a kneeling position, his warm breath feathering my bare sex, stoking the fire already blazing between my thighs. Just the thought of him and his warm mouth down there roused a deep longing and started my juices flowing.

  He inhaled deeply, his eyelids fluttering shut. “Delicious indeed. I will feast on your sweet nectar now my little Captain,” his voice raw with need, made my knees weak.

  Peeling away from him I crawled onto the bed granting him a full view of my ample butt cheeks and my sex from behind. My back arched while his sizzling gaze hungrily devoured my exposed sex and derriere. The cool air stole light, cool kisses from my heated lower lips. A quiet gasp slipped my mouth before I lay in bed facing the ceiling. My breasts and my entrance were fully bare, burning, wanting, calling for him. “What are you waiting for barbarian?” I teased my voice raspy from need.

  His eyes flashed with mischievous glint as he turned around and wrapped his calloused fingers around my ankles. In one forceful tug he had my knees straddling his muscular torso at the foot of
the bed. I gasped. My sex now so close to his bulging pecs. I bent my knees and slowly I splayed my legs bearing myself, offering him full view of my heaving entrance.

  Bolts of lightning burst through his dark, dilated irises making his eyes glow like two small suns on the verge of going supernova, while a deep, primal growl made even the bed shake with excitement.

  In one swift motion, he buried his face into my inner left thigh, and bit down. Hard. A spike of ecstasy bowed my spine as his initial attack turned into toothy nibbles blazing a path to my swollen, juicy mound.

  He used this instant to slide his hand under my toned ass and take a firm grip of my right butt cheek. His warm, sleek tongue traced small desperate, agonizing circles on my outer lips before flickering in and out, drinking me in, hungrily lapping up my juices. Spiky tendrils of warm wet pleasure wrapped themselves around my core. Every molecule in my body vibrated like I would shake apart. My tenuous grasp on reality slipped, as waves of pleasure crashed into me, one after another making it harder and harder to breathe. Then he slipped his finger inside my wet opening. Searching, exploring, pushing deep into my core. He worked it back and forth deep inside me, and it felt like his tongue was pulling and twisting on my sensitive nub. Rapturous ripples of orgasmic crescendos burst through me. I writhed helpless under his wicked ministrations.

  My back arched to the point I thought it would snap. The pleasure was too much. I tried to close my thighs. That's when a certain prehensile tail came into the mix. It held my left thigh firmly open while his tongue played a symphony on my inflamed lower lips. I pushed at his head when my body threatened to explode. Then I pulled him deeper into me, a slave to the pleasures his prolific and ambidextrous tongue had given life to.