Mesmerized by the Alien Mercenary

by Ashlyn Hawkes

  For the first time, he writes. You don’t have to.

  Thomas is the father. It’s just a strange bit of chance that the other guy could help out when the mom and dad couldn’t. Someone else was a match too, and that’s the person who donated for Mitchell in the end. Oh, and the other guy did threaten to go public about the whole situation when the Lionnels went with the other person, so it was smart of Sally to find out and have proof that Thomas was the father because they could shoot him down and shut him up before he said anything because of threatening legal action if he slandered them.

  I eye Tox, rip off the paper, hand it for him to read, and then start to write on another piece of paper.

  Just because I’m a bounty hunter doesn’t mean that I accept every single job. I don’t go after every bounty. Have my methods been a bit daring at times? Yes. Have I killed people? Yes. Do I feel guilty for killing them? Some, yes, but others… I became a bounty hunter because I want to try to make the world a safer place. I’m sure that sounds like a bunch of bull, but it’s the truth. I would never kidnap a kid. I might bring people who are unwilling from place to place, but not a kid. I have some enemies, and the author of the articles you read or the people you talked to about me who told you about Mitchel, they don’t know me. They don’t want to know me. They just see me as a monster.

  I hesitate.

  The day we met, that was the first day that I ever killed someone that there wasn’t a bounty for. Some goons came after me because I brought their boss in to see the government. They wanted to take me out so that they could climb up the ladder, so to speak. They wanted revenge, and they were going to kill me. One of the guys, I don’t know. Maybe he wasn’t too bad, but the other… I wasn’t sure how else to get out of it, so I just ended up getting one to shoot the other, and I killed the bad one. Then I killed the good one too. He was going to die anyhow. I just helped him along.

  Before I can think better of it, I rip off this sheet and hand it to him. I steadfastly stare at the carpet as he reads, not wanting to know what he’ll think of me. He might very well want to kill me. How can he believe that I want to make the world a better place? Sure, I can tell him that I almost exclusively work for the Global Countries of Earth, but he can come to his own conclusions.

  Tox slowly nods as he reads, and then he stares at me. He doesn't say or do anything, doesn't write anything.

  Aren’t you going to react at all? I write.

  I’m wondering how you’re going to buy me off.

  I purse my lips. How much am I worth? What’s the bounty?

  A house.

  I tap the words on his paper. Seriously? He would get paid in the form of a house?

  The perfect house for me and my family one day.

  My stomach clenches for some reason. I don't bother to try to examine my feelings. I don't want to know why I feel like I need to tell him so very much about my past, more than I ever should have, and I don't want to know why I feel a bit… I don't even know how I feel about him wanting to have a house for a family if that house requires me to be dead. It shouldn't matter to me one way or the other. He wants to have a future. Who doesn't?

  I sure as hell do.

  How much for the house? I write. I still want to buy you off.

  I hand him the paper and wait.

  Will we have to grapple? Spar? Fight? I don’t want that.

  Ines would want me to grapple him at least, in bed, that is, and I can’t help smiling some as I wait for the alien to determine if I can buy him off or if he wants to kill me.

  11

  Tox

  The words staring up at me make me salivate.

  I still want to buy you off.

  How far is she willing to go to do that? To get me to not kill her?

  Not that I want to kill her.

  I just want her.

  I might've thought about the idea of following through with it, but I came here to learn her side of the story. My mom always said that there are three sides to a story—his, hers, and the truth. The truth is usually in the murky land between his and hers, but I have a feeling her version is much closer to the truth than some writer hiding behind a computer.

  Not that I want to think about the writer right now. I don’t want to think about my mom right now, either.

  What’s the point in having a house, especially one that large, if I can’t have it with the woman I care about? While I don’t know every detail about Sophia’s life, her hopes for the future, I know enough to recognize that I want her.

  I want her sexually.

  And maybe a whole lot more than that.

  Which means we’ll have to deal with the silver-haired man eventually, but not right now.

  Slowly, I lower my pen and paper to the desk and take her pen, holding her hand. Her skin is soft, smooth, like the silk dress my mom got as a present from one of her friends on Earth for her birthday one year. A shock travels through me, warmth too, from the point of contact, and I pause a moment, just holding her hand, relishing in the feel of my touching her. Then, I slowly guide her to cross out certain letters. All that remains is what I want.

  I want you.

  I watch her as she reads, and I can’t help smiling broadly as understanding lightens her dark eyes.

  She gazes up at me, and she puts her lower lip between her teeth and bites. That simple movement shouldn’t affect me as much as it does, but it makes my already stiffening cock rock hard.

  If she rejects me, I will have to handle this swollen erection myself.

  But she won’t reject me. She wants to buy me off.

  And she can. With her pussy.

  I lift my chin, while she lowers her, looking up at me from beneath her lashes. She’s so ovian breathtaking. She hasn’t been shy with me at all, but the timidness she has now tells me she’s not one to just go around and sleep with a lot of guys. For whatever reason, this pleases me. I like that she won’t have a lot to compare me to, but that’s not because I think I won’t measure up. Her pleasure is paramount, and it’s my mission to make her orgasm again and again.

  Yes, mission is right. A mercenary accepts missions, and this is one mission I will relish more than any other. My payment, for once, won’t be cold, hard cash. Instead, it will be my own pleasure returned back to me.

  If she’ll accept.

  She’ll accept.

  Sophie points to me and then to herself, her gaze dropping to where my pants are tented.

  I lift my eyebrows.

  She releases her lower lip from her teeth, the lip redder than normal, and I grin broadly as I take the pen and paper from her and drop them. Onto the desk? Onto the floor? I’m not sure. That doesn’t matter.

  Sophia glances toward the door as if afraid someone will be standing there, watching us. No one is there, and her windows are all curtained and shut. I don’t know how exactly the silver-haired man thinks he’ll know when something has happened to her, but I’m not going to worry about that right now.

  Again, she bites her lower lip, but then she takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. My excitement grows as she shuts the door, but then she just stands there as if unsure of herself. Why would she be? She’s strong and confident and beautiful. While she’s a bounty hunter, she has a heart of gold, and far too many people seem to judge her instead of learning just who she is, and that’s amazing.

  Well, that’s their loss, and I’m going to take full advantage of having this amazing woman all to myself.

  I approach Sophia and use my fingers to lift her chin. My thumb traces over her plump lips.

  And then she smiles up at me as her tongue gently flickers out to lick her lips and brushes against my thumb.

  A low growl rumbles out of my throat, and something primal comes over me. I pick her up and put her over my shoulder. She shrieks, but it’s a playful sound, and I toss her down onto the bed. She bounces up, laughing, her head thrown back, revealing her long neck.

  I descend, climbing onto the bed, my legs
on either side of her. My lips connect with the soft tender flesh of her neck, and the tiny gasp that slips out from her lips makes me grunt. Just that little sound is enough to make me want to claim her, to make her mine.

  Before I can think about being gentle, if she would prefer that of me, I'm already nipping at her throat, and then I'm licking the spot and sucking. Her arms come up and wrap around me. Taking that as encouragement, I suck even harder before pulling back. Her skin is pink, a beautiful sight, a bruise already forming. A hickey. Everyone who sees it will know that someone kissed her with passion, with feeling, with heat.

  Another growl comes out of me as I descend again, this time to claim her lips. She moves beneath me, her hands running up and down my bare back. Her nails tickle against me, and I pull back, breaking the kiss to bite her lower lip as she had earlier. Her nails dig deeper into me, scratching now, but I don’t mind. She can mark me in return.

  Again, I pull away. Her lips are already swollen, and I grin, enjoying the sight of her black hair tumbling around her in waves, a bit unkempt already, and we’re only just starting.

  We’re only just starting.

  I draw back to stand and remove my pants. Sophia props up onto her arms, but she makes no move to undress. Her gaze wanders down, and I step back so she can see all of me,

  She stares at my cock, and I grab it, stroking it once. The tip is already wet. I’m ready for her, and I can smell her. She’s ready too.

  Her body is at least. Is she mentally?

  I step forward to the bed and reach out my hand. She takes it, and I help her to stand. My gaze stays locked on her face as I slowly reach for her shirt. Sophia makes no move to stop me, but I wait for her nod.

  Then, I strip off her shirt and then pause at the sight of her breasts. They’re bound by a larger bra than I’ve seen before. It seems to flatten her boobs some, and I reach around for the hook in the back, only there isn’t one.

  Sophia laughs. “You haven’t seen one of these before, have you?”

  “How do you remove it?”

  “I remove it like this.” She crosses her arms in front of her, grabbing the band, and she lifts the bra up over her head.

  Her boobs are so much bigger than I thought they were originally. She’s a small woman, petite, but her boobs are anything but. I reach out and almost have my hands act as bras, my thumb rubbing over her nipples. They pebble beneath my touch, and I grip them, twisting slightly. A gasp emits from her, and I pinch and pull a little. Her lips part, and I claim them again, pushing her backward, onto the bed. Her legs dangle over the side, and I draw back to remove her pants and underwear.

  The scent of her arousal is nearly enough to make me go insane, and I spread her legs apart. She’s so very wet that I can see her juices, and I have to have a taste. My tongue licks her folds, and she writhes beneath me.

  Again, I lick the length of her folds, and she shudders.

  “Please,” she murmurs.

  “Please what?” I ask with a smug smile curling my lips.

  She brings her legs up, so they rest on my shoulders. Her thighs are strong, and she keeps my head pinned there by her opening, and I'm more than happy to oblige, licking and kissing, and then I find her clit. I flick my tongue against it, and she jolts as if she's been struck by lightning, her thighs tightening even more.

  “You like?” I murmur, and I flick my tongue against it again.

  “Yes,” she moans.

  I lick and leave my tongue against her clit, pressing and pushing harder against it until she shrieks.

  So that’s the amount of pressure she likes, huh?

  I keep my tongue there as I slip one and then two fingers inside her. Immediately, her walls shudder, pressing so tightly against my fingers that I think they’re going to fall off from lack of blood flow. Her orgasm has her entire body shuddering, and I keep fingering her, keep giving her oral, and the length of her orgasm has me wondering if it rolled into a second one.

  Feeling more than a little smug, I draw back, allowing her legs to fall down to lie against the side of the bed again. Her eyes are rolled back, and she’s panting, heaving for air, her boobs bouncing with her quick breaths.

  I nibble on one nipple and then other, and while she’s running her hands through my hair, yanking on my strands, I line myself up with her opening.

  Her tugs become more insistent, and I look up at her. She yanks me up and toward her, and this time, she kisses me instead of the other way around, and I’m so desperate for her that I press against her opening.

  She stills beneath me, and I pause, staring down into her dark orbs.

  “The hell are you waiting for?” she pants before yanking me down for another kiss.

  I comply, giving in to both of our lust, and my cock slides into her wet hole. She’s so very tight, and I feel her all around me, squeezing me. The more I thrust, the more she squeezes, and I can hardly stand it.

  As much as I want to hammer into her, I don’t. I even still entirely.

  She keeps on squeezing me.

  She's doing it. The vixen is tightening her muscles, and no, she's not orgasming.

  Not yet, at least.

  I kiss her a few times but only resume thrusting into her when I start to suck on her neck again. I love how pink and flushed her skin is. Pink and red are the colors of passion, but so are black and blue and purple. Passion can be rough and hard.

  As if to prove my thoughts, she yanks on my hair, pulling me away from her throat, and she lifts up to suck on my neck, pressing her boobs against my chest, and I come undone. My ejaculate is buried deep inside her, but I continue to pump until I feel her orgasm. It’s more rhymical, the squeezing when she comes, not necessarily harder than when she was squeezing, but she gives a tiny shriek that coincides with the last squirt of come, and I just give myself over to her.

  Fucking the random woman I had on Kuria had not been anything like this. This had been much more than just sex. It was more than just the physical. I'm in deep. There's no way I'm going to allow anyone to come close to Sophia. No one will hurt her. No one will collect the bounty on her because I won't let the silver-haired man win.

  Fuck him.

  Fuck the house.

  No one will fuck with Sophia.

  No one but me.

  12

  Sophia

  Tox is breathing evenly. He’s been for a good twenty minutes now. He’s asleep, and we’re in my bed still. I’m curled up on his chest, and the steady, strong beat of his heart might’ve been enough to lull me to sleep except for one thing.

  I know that Tox won’t be the only one hired to kill me.

  I’ll have to disappear for the time being.

  It’s just as well I have a lot of money saved up.

  The only question is… where should I go? Oh, and what should I do when I get there? I've become very adept at creating fake papers, and I know a guy who can make a driver's license. Assuming a new persona isn't that hard, but I want a completely new one. I can't run the risk of using one of my known aliases. None of them are known known, but it’s not worth it. Yes, that’ll mean I can’t leave right this very second, but I can be gone away in a few hours.

  Tox’s arm is draped across my bare back, and I can’t think as he sighs in his sleep, which causes his hand to sweep across my ass. I wait for his fingers to tighten, for him to grip my ass, but he doesn’t. He’s still asleep.

  Maybe I can linger a bit, stay here in bed with Tox where it’s nice and safe and warm. The idea of leaving him here in my house isn’t exactly the best of notions, but I’m not sure I have a choice. I’m not going to have someone who was offered a job to kill me. I mean, he accepted that job.

  Instead, he let me buy him off.

  By sleeping with him.

  From the beginning, I knew he wasn't like most guys. He was easy to talk to, and I didn't mind his company at all. More than once, I thought of him after that meal, and I might have dreamed about him once too. It wasn't a sex dream.
I remember that much, even if I can't recall any other details.

  There was some kind of… something between us. I'm not sure what it was, but what we just shared… I've never experienced anything like that before. I'm not a virgin, but I only ever orgasmed once before with a guy, and that was mostly because during doggy, I reached down and rubbed my clit. The guy even asked what I was doing, and I told him, but did he reach around to take over for me? No, he was too busy holding onto my hips and forcing them at an angle that felt weird for me but that he clearly enjoyed. It wouldn't have been as if he would've had to rub my clit for long because he only pumped into me maybe five times before he was done.

  But with Tox… I wasn’t with a lot of guys, but none of the others made sure that I orgasmed, and I don’t think any of them would’ve thought to make sure I came before they inserted their condom-covered…

  Wait. We didn’t use a condom.

  Well, that should be fine. Kurians are like Novans, from what I hear. They can’t get Earthling women pregnant easily, not without the two being in love, and the woman has to orgasm. So, yes, I orgasmed, but we aren’t in love. I won’t become pregnant.

  Still, normally, I’m not so much of a loose cannon. I’m more uptight than that. The first time I agreed to have sex with a guy, he thought he had a condom on him. He didn’t, so we didn’t. We never did, actually. He tried to tell me he would pull out, and I told him he could go ahead and pull out the door because that was a hell no.

  Yes, even though I’m an introvert, if you push me, I’ll push back. I’m quiet, not a doormat, and I will stand up for myself.

  Speaking of standing up, I should stand up right now.

  Heaving a sigh, I start to pull away from Tox. He turns his head toward me, and I bite my lower lip. When he grabbed my hand to have me cross out the words, I stopped breathing. I didn’t know what he wanted, and then I saw those three words.

  I want you.

  And something in me told me to just go for it. Why not? After that talk with Ines, I already started to think about Tox in a different light. I hadn’t intended to jump on his bones right away, but Ines would be proud of me. Still, I’m a little shocked by what happened.