Zivan (Scifi Alien Romance) (Galactic Mates)

by Luna Hunter

  “That’s one way of looking at it,” I say, resting my head on my hands. “I had no idea you were so zen.”

  “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” he says.

  “Like what?”

  “Hmpf. Things,” he grunts.

  “Come on, you can’t tease me like that,” I say. “Tell me something about yourself.”

  “What do you want to know?”

  “I don’t know, everything! If you could pick any place to be in the universe, where would it be? Ignoring the situation we’re in now, of course.”

  “Hm. A house in the middle of the woods. No neighbors. Just me and nature. That sounds fantastic.”

  “And lonely,” I say.

  “Why would I be lonely if I have you?”

  My heart can’t help but flutter. “There’s room for me in that imaginary cabin?”

  “Of course,” he says.

  “So we’re… serious?”

  I cringe at myself for even saying that. Why do I feel the need to label everything? I wish I could take it back, but the words have already left my mouth.

  Zivan turns to me, his radiant eyes looking at me.

  “We’re about to launch a full-frontal assault on a ship full of psionic slavers. I’d say that’s pretty serious.”

  “You’re right.”

  Zivan places a plate full of strange alien food in front of me.

  “Enjoy.”

  “Thank you,” I say. “What is this?”

  “Sina Gush.”

  “Bless you.”

  He raises an eyebrow. That inquisitive look is so damn sexy.

  “Sorry,” I say. “I’ll shut up now.”

  “What about you? What would your perfect spot be?”

  Together with my sister again.

  I feel sad as soon as I think of her. Time hasn’t healed my wounds. I miss her every single day.

  Zivan notices the frown on my face.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” I say, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I… I’d be anywhere in the universe as long as my little sister was there.”

  “What happened to her?”

  I glance down. “That’s the problem. I have no idea. One day she just… disappeared. Went outside to play and never came back. I’ve never stopped looking. Never.”

  “Is that why you became a detective?”

  I nod. “I’m great at solving puzzles, at finding details other people have glossed over. I spent years obsessing about my sister’s disappearance, and those skills turned out to be useful. So now I use them for the common good.”

  “Do you think you’ll ever find her?”

  “I don’t know how to answer that question,” I say. “I want to say ‘yes’, but I don’t know if I’m just lying to myself at this point. It’s been years. Sometimes I worry that she’s so grown up I won’t even recognize her any more. That I’d pass her on the streets without even realizing it…”

  Zivan reaches for my hand, squeezing it gently. It feels reassuring. As long as my Zoran protector is with me, I know I’ll be okay.

  “What about your parents?” he asks. “How did they cope?”

  “They had it easy,” I say. “They were long dead.”

  Zivan can’t help but laugh at my morbid comment.

  “Sorry,” I say. “Orphan humor. Black cough took them.”

  “That’s okay,” he says. “I understand. I lost my father at a young age. A band of raiders hijacked his cargo-ship. When he wouldn’t smuggle neuroyn for them, he was killed. It’s the reason I got into the Zoran Forces. No family should have to go through that heartbreak.”

  “How did you end up on the Observer, then?

  Zivan’s eyes grow cold.

  “My captain was crooked. In bed with smugglers. When I reported him, I got transferred as my ‘reward’.”

  Now it’s my turn to reach out to him and squeeze his hand.

  “I’m sorry,” I say. “That must be tough.”

  “It is. It’s a joke. A mockery of justice.”

  He balls his fists, his lips reduced to a thin line.

  “I didn’t think I had a purpose anymore,” he says. “I lost everything I stood for… until I met you.”

  “Me?” I ask, surprised.

  He eyes find mine, a fierce, determined look in them. It makes my cheeks flush bright red.

  “You’ve given me a goal. A purpose. Rescuing you from those Tyk’ix is the most important thing I’ve ever done. Now, we’re going to do the same for Emily. If you hadn’t called me, I’d still be sitting behind a desk, another cog in the system, wasting away. You’ve freed me.”

  His beautiful words come out of left field. I had no idea that underneath his alpha, tough-as-nails exterior, there was a soul capable of such poetry — but I’m glad for it. It makes my heart swell with joy.

  “And if you hadn’t been such a jerk and refused to answer my simple questions, I wouldn’t have had to come down to that bar and slap you off your chair,” I remind him with a laugh.

  “I guess my big mouth finally paid off,” he says with a smile.

  “You give me too much credit,” I say. “You did all of that yourself.”

  “No,” he says, taking both of my hands into his. “I cannot give you enough credit, Mia Frost. I want you to know before we head into danger that you have single-handedly changed my life. And for that, I thank you.”

  If my heart grows any bigger it’ll burst.

  “Oh Zivan,” I sigh wistfully.

  I wish we weren’t headed into mortal danger. There’s so much more I want to know about him. I feel like I’ve only just scratched the surface of his mysterious soul.

  If only we could have met under different circumstances. We could have gotten to know each other slowly. We’d watch our favorite movies, cook our favorite meals, I’d show him my favorite spots and sights of New Atlanta, he could show me his homeworld…

  Oh, who am I kidding? I practically live at my desk, where else would I have met him than on the job?

  Now, we have only night left together. One night before we attack the Wrath of Moss, before we risk it all in the most dangerous mission of our lives.

  I intend to make every second of this night count.

  16

  Zivan

  Mia is looking at me, the corners of her lips pulled up into a sultry smile. Her green eyes are lit up, and it’s making my skin prickle with heat. Her hands are resting in mine, her fingers drawing small circles in the palm of my hand, and every touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins.

  “You’re a lot sweeter than you let on, did you know that?” she says.

  I frown. In my life I’ve been called many things. A tough son of a bitch, a bastard, and an arrogant jerk — most of those by Mia, in fact. However, never have I been labeled as sweet.

  “You take that back,” I growl.

  “Oh no,” Mia says. She gets up from her seat, walks around the table, and sits down in my lap. She wraps one arm around my neck, and the other one rests on my cheek.

  “You are the sweetest, dearest, tenderest Zoran I know.”

  “I am not!”

  “In fact, I’m certain your heart is made out of pure gold!”

  “Impossible,” I scoff. “Do you know nothing of my anatomy?”

  “On the contrary,” Mia smiles mysteriously. “I have seen quite a bit of your anatomy.”

  Her hand slides down my cheek towards my chest, and my body feels like it’s on fire. I want nothing more than to ravage Mia on the spot, to show her that I’m not the gentle giant she makes me out to be, but that I am in fact a dangerous alpha male, but I’m not sure how to interpret her signals. It’s starting to dawn on me that she could be making fun of me.

  Humans and their strange wit. It infuriates and intrigues me in equal measure, just as Mia herself does, in fact.

  It suddenly dawns on me: She’s referring to my penis!

  “Do you mea
n the time you saw my cock?”

  Mia rolls her eyes. “Yes, you doofus. I am, in fact, talking about your cock. You know, for such a sweet, loving, caring man, your sweet talk could use a little work.”

  “Why?” I ask. “I was correct, was I not?”

  “Yes,” she says. “Technically. But there’s also a little something called subtlety. Nuance. Innuendo. You don’t just say what you mean. You imply it.”

  “That sounds like a waste of time and energy,” I say. “Why do you not just say what you mean?”

  “Where’s the romance in that?” she says.

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Maybe,” Mia answers. “What if I do?”

  “And what do you mean by romance?”

  “I don’t know. A homemade dinner, a beautiful view?”

  I spread my arms. “I have prepared this meal for you, and through the window, you can see the most amazing galaxies passing by at dazzling speeds. What more do you want?”

  “You,” she whispers.

  I frown. “Is this more of your subtlety?”

  “No,” she says, “you purple plum. I’m taking a page out of your playbook and being straightforward for once. Do you like it?”

  “I do,” I growl.

  My hands move up her back, lifting up her shirt to feel her soft, warm, naked skin. Instantly my pulse is racing, my heart beating as fast as a jackhammer.

  This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. The moment I’ve craved since my eyes first landed on Mia and her beautiful curves. I’ve done my best to control my urges, to resist them, but now, she’s invited my attention.

  And I’m no longer going to hold back.

  I grab the back of her neck and plant my mouth on hers, my tongue finding her thick bottom lip. The taste is amazing, wonderful, intoxicating.

  The sound of the ship fades away. The tension of the coming attack dissipates. My entire universe is condensed down to one, single thing: Mia.

  She moans into my mouth, her soft, lustful sounds driving me mad. My cock hardens instantly. It feels like it’s hard enough to cut diamonds.

  Mia’s hands furiously try to disrobe me. She tears my uniform off, dragging her fingers down my broad, fit, purple chest.

  I lift her shirt over her head and fling it into the corner of the room. A second later I rip her bra off, and her full, round breasts dangle freely in front of me.

  The sight is more amazing than I dared to imagine.

  Mia leans back, clutching her hands in front her swollen nipples. Her cheeks are flushed bright red, her chest heaving with every deep breath.

  With an animalistic growl I take her wrists and tear them away, exposing her naked breasts to me. She squirms, and this only causes them to jiggle, furthering my arousal.

  I love everything about her breasts. Their shape, the way they move, the hardness and the color of her nipples.

  I lean down and take her left breast into my mouth, my tongue flicking against the sensitive nub, while my hand squeezes the right one. I suck strongly, and Mia throws her head back and groans in ecstasy.

  “C-c-areful,” she stammers, her words interrupted by moans every few seconds. “T-t-they’re s-s-sensitive!”

  I bury my head in her chest, kissing and sucking and licking and kissing.

  Mia’s hands are resting on the back of my neck, sensually stroking me as I devour her.

  “You’re insatiable,” she laughs.

  “You’ve seen nothing yet,” I growl as I kiss my way down her naked belly.

  With one flick of my wrist I unbuckle her belt. I open her jeans so fast that the buttons go flying across the room, accompanied by a yelp from Mia.

  I swipe the plates and glasses from the table. They smash on the floor, but I don’t even hear the sound — my focus is on Mia. I can smell her arousal, and it’s driving me absolutely wild.

  “W-what are you doing?” she stammers as I push her back onto the table and, with one quick motion, pull her jeans right off.

  A second later she’s lying in front of me, sprawled out on the dinner table wearing only her silk, black panties. Her legs are crossed, an embarrassed smile on her face.

  That simply will not do.

  I grab her knees and force them apart, making her luscious body available to me. I take a moment to appreciate the wonderful sight: Mia on her back, her red hair sprawled all over the table, her green eyes looking at me with anticipation, her legs up in the air, her pale body naked except for her panties. Her body trembles and quivers, begging for my touch.

  I love how ready and available she is to me. I’m going to savor every fucking second of making the curvy human mine.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” I growl as I kiss my way up her inner thighs.

  “Oh god,” she says, my kisses making her shiver in anticipation. “A-are you…?”

  I take a deep whiff of her intoxicating scent.

  Mia yelps, embarrassed, and tries to close her legs, but I’m much too strong for her.

  “You are delicious,” I roar as I peel her panties off.

  Her beautiful pussy comes into view.

  It’s even prettier than I had thought possible. Her folds are glistening with arousal, and I lick my lips.

  The wonderful sight is driving me mad with lust.

  17

  Mia

  Zivan runs his powerful tongue up my dripping wet lips, and my body quivers. The feeling of his tongue on my most sensitive spot is nearly indescribable.

  My hands move down to his neck, my fingers digging into his skin as he kisses me. He looks up at me with those hungry, brilliant golden eyes of his, dripping with lust. He growls, and the sensation is enough for me to throw my head back in ecstasy.

  Every touch of his tongue is an instant wave of pleasure that moves through my entire body, from my core to every last fiber of my being. With every flick of his tongue the pleasure builds and builds into a crescendo, into an unstoppable tidal wave that’s going to sweep me right off my feet.

  His strong hands are exploring every inch of me, roaming my thighs, my hips, my ass. With a cocky smirk he slips one finger into my pussy, curved upwards, and involuntarily my hips buckle. His finger exploring me and his mouth on my thumping clit — it’s too much for me to handle.

  I close my eyes and see stars as my body quivers, coming hard as he kisses my core, time standing still for a brief moment. The universe disappears around us. There is only the powerful Zoran between my thighs.

  When I come to again, I look to see Zivan towering over me.

  Completely naked.

  The alpha Zoran has ripped his uniform off, exposing his perfect body to me.

  I have to suck in a breath as I admire every inch of him, my eyes drifting across his purple frame. His broad muscled shoulders, his huge, fit chest, his washboard abs; it is all amazing.

  And, of course, there’s his big, throbbing, purple and teal cock. It’s as hard as a rock, and my mouth waters at the sight of his manhood.

  I beckon for him to close closer.

  I’m eager to repay the favor.

  Zivan walks up to the side of the table, and my hands fly up to his giant erection. He’s so thick that my fingers can barely wrap around it. I feel his hardness throbbing in my hands, our hearts beating in unison, and a wicked thrill runs down my spine.

  Finally, I’m going to taste him.

  I open my mouth as wide as I can and wrap my lips around the big, teal head. The moment my tongue touches the sensitive head Zivan moans, his knees buckling, and he has to grab the table for support.

  I love how I can make this seven feet tall warrior weak at the knees.

  I close my eyes and suck, taking his cock as far into my mouth as it’ll go — which, all in all, is not that far!

  Zivan’s hands roam my body, squeezing my breasts and fondling my thighs as I bob my head up down his purple length.

  The feeling of his cock throbbing in my mouth is amazing, and the thought of swallo
wing his seed, tasting him on my tongue, is driving me absolutely wild, but my body can’t wait.

  I need to feel him inside of me — every Zoran inch of him.

  I look up at Zivan with a hunger, a need in my eyes. I don’t need to explain any further. One longing look is enough. His cock slips out of my mouth as he takes his place between my legs, his hardness resting on my naked belly.

  The purple and teal cock reaches past my belly button — how is that thing ever going to fit inside of me?

  The warrior leans down and kisses me, his tongue probing my mouth as he adjusts himself, the head of his cock now resting against my sensitive lips. I hook my legs around his waist, my heels resting against his sculpted ass, begging for him to take me.

  This time, Zivan gets the hint perfectly fine.

  He thrusts his hips and an intense, overpowering feeling shoots through me, exploding from my core and reaching every last fiber of my being.

  Zivan is inside of me.

  Without protection.

  There’s nothing separating us. Our bodies, our minds, are bound together. He kisses me deeply and passionately as he pushes his big cock into me, one inch after another, spreading me, filling me, more than I’ve ever been filled before.

  He pulls back before entering me again. He repeats this motion, going deeper every time, my body welcoming him. I never thought it possible, but I can take him. I can take every hard, throbbing inch of him.

  It is as if my body was made for his Zoran cock.

  Neither of us utters a single word. All we do is breathe, moan, groan, and exchange lustful looks. Our bodies are saying everything that needs to be said.

  Which is that I love him.

  Our tongues intertwine as Zivan pounds himself into me, burying his cock all the way to the hilt inside of me. The table wobbles as he slams into me with all his might.

  I cry out in pleasure as he fucks me. I can feel him perfectly. Every vein, every inch, every single part of him — I feel it inside of me.

  His purple, gorgeous body is covered by a sheen of sweat, his brow furrowed as he fucks the starlight out of me.