The Major's Mission: (An Alpha Alien Romance Novel) (Lords of Zanthar Book 2)

by Liza Probz

  "I'm ready. Beyond ready.” She glared up at him and gave a growl of her own.

  His eyes darkened as he clenched his jaw and took hold of his erection, pressing against her center and forcing a little bit of himself inside of her.

  “So tight.” He closed his eyes and ran his hands over her shoulders and cupped her neck as he rocked his hips forward rhythmically.

  He was huge. Monstrously huge.

  She let out a shaky breath and slid her hands over his chest as she looked back up to see him watching her carefully. He stretched her as he continued to push forward, and the pleasure was so good that it bordered on pain.

  "Don't hold back," she whispered as he leaned forward and wrapped her in a tight hug. The delicious sensation of his chest pressed to hers left her whining in his ear, “More. I want more.”

  "Noruma's ghost, woman!" he cursed. "I'm trying to go easy on you."

  "Don't!" she commanded. "I want you. All of you!"

  He shifted back as his gaze burned into her. His lips pulled back and he leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers as he pulled out and slammed back into her, leaving her breathless and giving him a cry at the tight fit.

  “I told you, woman.” He licked at her mouth and took hold of her hips. “Hold on tightly.”

  He picked her up and used his grip on her to lift her off of him and jerk her back down, effectively impaling her on his arousal.

  She dug her fingers into his thick shoulders and gave herself over to his desires, her own pleasure far beyond anything she’d ever imagined.

  He stopped for a moment, just clinging to her and panting softly and it was then that she could feel the tremor inside of her. A rhythmic vibrating pulse that ran through his cock and into her, again and again. She suddenly realized what it was.

  Apparently his bioelectrical powers extended to lovemaking. It was a weapon of epic proportions. She felt the sparks of electricity cascading off his cock. The shocks were pushing her over the edge. When he withdrew, the head of his cock moved across her vulnerable nub and she felt a zap of power at the contact. It forced her into the most powerful orgasm of her life.

  "Yes," he grunted against her. "You're squeezing me so tightly. Don’t stop." He plunged into her, over and over, prolonging her climax until she couldn’t stand it anymore.

  She pushed against his chest, causing him to stop his onslaught for a moment while she caught her breath.

  Ontarii straightened and Brook pushed at him as she gasped for air.

  He lifted her and set her down to let her feet touch the ground. “Did I hurt you?”

  “Shut up and lie down," she commanded, pointing to the deck.

  He nodded and followed her order, lying down and stroking himself once as she watched him.

  She moved quickly, putting her knees on either side of his hips and straddled him. Brook took ahold of his cock, loving the gasp of breath he gave off at her touch. She settled upon it, and inhaled heavily before taking him as deeply as she could.

  He reached up and grasped her hips as he jerked upward, causing her to cry out.

  "You're not in charge, you know," he growled at her, fucking her harder. "I may bend to your wishes, but it is you who will take it. All of it."

  Brook moaned loudly and she slid back and forth frantically on him. As if to accentuate his words, Ontarii grabbed her shoulders to pull her closer to him and hold her in place. He thrust his hips rapidly, forcefully driving into her.

  A spark lit from the pleasure deep inside of her and she cried out against his mouth. She would take all of him, and she would beg him for more if he ever decided to withhold himself from her.

  Feels like forever. Be careful.

  "You're so beautiful," he said, biting her earlobe as he held her against his chest. "My perfect human with a craving for a good Zantharian man to take care of your sexy little body."

  His dirty words set off a flurry of moisture and caused her to fly over the edge. She cried out and dug her fingers into his chest as he worked her from below.

  “Come for me, Jennifer.” His lips brushed by her ear and she slipped into another orgasm, the feel of him all over her and buried inside of her leaving her helpless against his demands.

  She finished and sat up weakly, unsure if he’d had an orgasm or not. The lack of a condom was only a concern now, but thanks to the high emotion and the incredible sex, she was dizzy with exhaustion.

  “Did you?” she mumbled just before he pulled her down and held her to his chest.

  “Shhhh… close your eyes and rest. I’m here to protect you. Sleep.”

  She groaned at the subtle pulsations of his body inside of hers, but soon enough, exhaustion won out, and she slipped into the best sleep she could remember.

  Chapter 20

  When Brook woke, it was to tiny kisses being pressed to her face. She let out a moan but refused to open her eyes, afraid that the spell would be broken.

  Brook lay across his muscled chest, feeling more peaceful than she had in years. She wished the mood could last forever, wished she could lie in Ontarii's arms until the Hareema melted into history.

  The thought of the enemy loose on her ship while she lay around in her lover's arms brought a blush to her cheeks. She'd always done things by the book and would never dream of letting her crew down or backing away from a mission. But here she was, letting passion distract her from the business at hand.

  Brook took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Midnight black eyes were staring back at her and she smiled.

  A scream left her as she jerked off of him, scrambling back in horror.

  Not only were his eyes midnight black, but the rest of his body had gone the same color. His skin was so dark he resembled a shadow. What did black mean?

  Brook scrambled to her knees and stood, wanting to go to him, but not quite sure what to think.

  Hurt rolled across his features as he got up.

  "What is it?" he asked, his face becoming hard. "You already regret your surrender to an alien?"

  Brook shook her head. "No. I will never regret what just happened between us. I'm just surprised is all." She ran her eyes over him from head to toe. "What does black mean?"

  "Black?" Ontarii lifted his hands to his face and let out a shaky breath. His face became like stone, and a thread of fear ran through Brook.

  "What is it?" she asked. "What's wrong?"

  Maybe he regrets his surrender to an alien, she thought, doubt creeping in.

  "The mating frenzy," he said, the words coming out like a curse.

  "Mating frenzy?"

  "Yes. When Zantharian males go all black, they must mate their chosen female or die."

  "Die?!?!" What the hell was he talking about? "But we just mated, didn't we?"

  "It's more than that." He ran his hand through his tendrils before turning from her to fasten his sarong. "You wouldn't understand."

  "Hey, sometimes I feel like I just have to get laid too, but not so bad that I might actually die from it."

  He stiffened and she instantly regretted her words. Padding over to him, she put a hand on his shoulder, but he immediately shrugged it off.

  "It's none of your concern." He walked over to the main console and pulled up the display. "Don't worry about it, and thanks for the sex. You were incredible."

  Her heart contracted painfully in her chest at him blowing her off. If they hadn’t just shared the most incredible moment of her sex life together, she’d be fine, but they had, and she wasn’t. His casual tone stung her deeply.

  "Look…" She started over to him, but he turned and lifted his hand to stop her in her tracks.

  "We have more important matters to discuss," he said briskly. "According to this course heading, we're moving in the direction of your Earth."

  "Yes," she said, wishing he wasn't in such a hurry to change the subject. "I thought it best not to proceed to Zanthar, not with the threat we're under."

  "A wise move, but that doesn't fully explain these read
ings. If I'm correct, the display says that we're not reaching our maximum speed. Did you slow the ship down?"

  "Slow us down?" Brook shook her head. She had only altered the ship's course, not its speed. She'd wanted to get the hell out of the Zantharian system as quickly as she could. "No. I didn't."

  Ontarii continued pressing buttons but Brook moved up beside him, pushing him out of the way.

  She looked at the display and let out a gasp.

  "We're too heavy," she said. "That's why we're slowing down."

  "Too heavy? What do you mean?"

  Brook chewed on her lip. She wasn't entirely sure what the readings meant, but she could make an educated guess. "It means that we've got some kind of stow-away vessel attached to us. It must have come up while we were otherwise engaged."

  Ontarii's eyes widened. "Something has attached itself to the hull?"

  Brook nodded. "And I'll give you three guesses as to who it might be."

  Ontarii's face grew hard once again. "I only need one."

  Chapter 21

  Captain Jennifer Brooklyn ran a hand through her hair, her mind trying to decide what to do next. She risked a glance at the male beside her. He was devastatingly handsome, tall and muscled. His chiseled features left her a little light headed, and his smile had butterflies dancing in the pit of her stomach.

  At the moment, his skin was midnight black, matching dark eyes that stared at her, filled with unreadable emotions. Zantharians, as she was learning, had skin that changed color according to their moods. Brook had seen him shift into many shades: green, yellow, red, and her favorite, deep purple. But never black.

  Black indicated some type of mating frenzy.

  She didn’t fully understand what it was or what it might mean, but that was namely due to the fact that Ontarii wasn’t forthcoming on information about it. He’d made the cryptic remark that he needed to mate his chosen female or die, then turned into the strong-and-silent-type.

  Brook had gotten more than she bargained for. It turned out that Zanthar was teeming with life, including a dominant species. From what she could tell, Zantharians were a demanding, bossy, and brutally handsome lot, but that might just have been her experience with one Zantharian in particular. She needed to sort out her feelings for the handsome, albeit conflicted, alien commander as well. That might prove to be the most difficult of her tasks.

  “Does this bucket of rust have external views? Maybe we can spot whatever’s attached itself to us.”

  Brook frowned at his disparaging remark about her ship. The Earhart might not be the prettiest ship in the galaxy, but it was one of the only faster-than-light ships that Earth had. It had taken many precious resources and man-hours to build her; however, compared to the Zantharian flagship Ontarii was used to commanding, the Earhart probably looked like a jalopy.

  “She does have external cameras, yes.” Brook walked to the console and brought up the outside view on the display screen.

  There were several cameras stationed on the hull in order to get an accurate picture of the Earhart’s surface in case the ship was damaged during flight. Brook began slowly transitioning from camera to camera, looking for the stowaway.

  “It must be somewhat large in order to affect the speed of your vessel.” Ontarii put his hands on his hips as his dark eyes scanned the screen in front of them.

  The memory of those hands gliding all over her body caused heat to rush up her chest and coat her throat and cheeks. She pushed it away and concentrated on the task at hand.

  “It can’t be that big. Our ship isn’t very large. Especially compared to your flagship.”

  Brook risked a peek at him out of the corner of her eye. His face appeared as if carved from onyx. She couldn’t help but consider what had gone wrong between them after the most intense bout of lovemaking she’d ever experienced.

  Maybe he didn’t enjoy it as much as you did. Maybe he finds you subpar.

  That couldn’t be it. He had seemed to have enjoyed their time together greatly, if his moans had been any indication. Unfortunately, the minute their intimacy was over, and he’d realized that he had entered this so-called 'frenzy’, he hadn't been the same.

  "Stop." His command brought her back to the present moment.

  She refocused to see what he’d seen while she was lost in thought.

  "There," he said, pointing to a shape on the very right edge of the screen.

  She couldn't make out much, but used the console's touch pad to toggle the camera. The shape resolved itself into a small craft. It was oblong and couldn't have fit more than a few bodies. Maybe Hareema could make themselves smaller. Maybe an entire Hareema legion could squeeze itself into a ship that size.

  A wave of fear washed over her, leaving her muscles tense and heart pounding in her chest. The Hareema could be anyone or anything.

  How do you fight something you don’t understand and can’t detect?

  "Let's go." Ontarii started toward the door, but was forced to stop due to it not opening.

  She had sealed the bridge in their fight with her doppelganger earlier. Only her code would open the door.

  "Hang on." She tried to think of a quick resolution, but weariness stifled her.

  They knew at least one Hareema had already been present on the ship before the craft had attached itself to the Earhart's hull. Now there could be untold numbers. Not to mention the FIDOs roaming the halls, looking for intruders.

  "We're wasting precious time," the major said, his impatience broadcasted in his jerky motions. He paced back and forth, running both hands through his tendrils as his eyes narrowed.

  A moment ago he'd been cold to her, calm plastered over seething anger. Now he was agitated. She'd grown used to reading his moods from the color of his skin, but the midnight black he wore now revealed nothing.

  "We can't just run out there half-cocked," Brook explained. "The Hareema could be anywhere, and the FIDOs are malfunctioning. Their laser beams could be more of a threat than the shapeshifters."

  Ontarii scowled. "I had a run-in with your FIDOs earlier, and I took them out. Use your console to turn them off."

  "I'm not sure if that's a good idea. The malfunction could work out to our advantage against the Hareema. Maybe the best course of action is to stay sealed in here and wait it out."

  Ontarii shook his head. "Ridiculous. We must take action, not sit up here like cowards."

  Brook looked closely at her handsome companion.

  His body was visibly trembling. He was extremely upset, which was nothing like the man she’d been dealing with thus far.

  Ontarii was not afraid to express himself, but he’d kept a cool head through everything they’d faced so far. Why was he so disturbed now?

  You’d be disturbed too if your life came down to fuck or die. Brook swallowed. The mating frenzy. Of course.

  Taking a deep breath, she pitched her voice low and soft as she moved closer to him and placed a hand on his arm. “Ontarii, take a deep breath, and let’s think about this.”

  His face warred with emotions, but she wouldn’t let up. He finally relaxed a little, taking deep breaths through his nose, which caused his wide chest to rise and fall rhythmically. The tension seemed to dissipate a little as she stood there, refusing to let him go.

  “You said you ran into the FIDOs. What happened, exactly?”

  His muscles stiffened, so she began to rub his arm, trying to soothe him. It seemed to have the intended affect.

  “Your Hareema twin freed me from the airlock and told me the robots had malfunctioned. Then she led me to the cargo bay and when they spotted us, they began firing on us. I zapped them with my bioelectricity and it knocked them out.”

  Brook nodded. It sounded like what had happened when they’d turned on her earlier as well. “I don’t understand how this malfunction started. One moment the FIDOs were obediently following me around, the next they were shooting at me.”

  She thought through what had happened, talking out lou
d while she did. “I entered the cargo bay and discovered what I thought was my engineer going at the escape pod hatch with an ax. Then the FIDOs started in on their ‘Intruder alert’ shit and targeted Talia.”

  “But not you?” Ontarii’s voice was rough. His eyes were watching her hand as it slowly slid up and down his arm.

  “Not at first. It wasn’t until Talia jumped on me.” In fact, even then they hadn’t fired on her. Even after it had transformed into Brook’s double. Then the thing had kissed her and—

  “Wait!” Brook thought the kiss had to be significant. What reason would an alien imposter have to lock lips with a spaceship captain? “They didn’t start to target me too until after that thing kissed me.”

  His arm turned to stone.

  Brook was so surprised that she stopped rubbing and looked up at him.

  “It kissed you!” Ontarii’s face was a mask of hate. He grabbed her arms and squeezed until it hurt. Brook didn’t cry out, though, not wanting to show weakness. “You let that thing put its lips on you!”

  “I didn’t let it, and technically, it put my lips on me, since it was wearing my face at the time.” Her joke fell flat. Like pancake flat.

  His eyes narrowed, his grip tightening until she couldn’t help letting the pain show on her face.

  He must have seen her expression because he dropped his hands immediately and turned away. Brook watched as he struggled to get ahold of himself. After a few moments he turned around to face her. His expression was neutral, his breathing less rapid.

  “So the Hareema kissed you, and then your robots could no longer differentiate between the two of you?”

  Brook nodded. “That’s what it seemed like.”

  He adverted his eyes from her. “This could be the break we’ve been waiting for.”

  “What do you mean?”

  His emotions were flitting by so fast, she couldn’t keep up.

  I guess that’s why they call it a frenzy.

  “We’ve never been able to track Hareema when they’ve taken on a form. We can get trace DNA from their actual shape, but that doesn’t help when they’re not in their gelatinous form.”