Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster (Lumerian Knights Book 3)

by Becca Brayden

  “Umm-hmmm.” He was a terrible liar. Terrible. “You’re lying and I don’t like secrets, Falden. Especially when they place us poor little humans in danger.”

  “Sometimes secrets are necessary.” His lips looked soft. Hot. “To protect you.”

  “I disagree.” Her lips pressed to his with the words, and she wasn’t sure which one of them had moved. Didn’t care. The hint of contact was like a lightning rod to her body, but even then she did not fail to notice that he hadn’t included himself among the Caldorian race. Everything he said had been phrased oddly. He’d repeatedly said the Caldorians. Was he not a Caldorian? He looked like one. And if he wasn’t, then who—or what—kind of alien was he, exactly?

  “Of course you disagree.” His smile reached his eyes before his sexy lips thinned into something resembling a grin. She knew because she couldn’t take her eyes off him. She just needed a taste. For her mission, of course. This would have nothing to do with how much her body burned right now and everything to do with her selfish need to pay her bills. Kissing him would be strategic. And if her deal with Sevron didn’t pan out, she could write an article about this moment instead.

  She would call the feature Kissing an Alien: The Shocking Truth or something equally click-worthy. Advertising income would skyrocket on her blog. She didn’t like this guy. Of course she didn’t. And he didn’t make all her girlie parts wake up and take notice. He was still a jerk. As much as it hurt her heart to even think it, Falden could be the traitor Sevron had been searching for. She didn’t dare trust him, and she had her reasons.

  First, he was male. If life had taught her anything, it was not to trust the words of a sexy man who came on full strength from the beginning. They were either insecure assholes or hiding something. Allen Dumont had put the exclamation point on that one. And she had finally, finally learned her lesson. Add her father, with his numerous affairs, her previous boss who hit on every administrative assistant he’d ever had, and Matthew’s deadbeat dad who stole the rent money for alcohol, and she wasn’t really a fan of anyone with a penis.

  Aliens had those, too, right?

  She looked at Falden’s lips again and hoped he did have the right parts. This fantasy she was living right now would die a painful death if there was no danger of him throwing her over the hood of this car and having his wicked way with her.

  Not that she’d let him. But it was a very nice fantasy.

  Lives were on the line. Sacrifices must be made. She needed him to trust her. Talk to her.

  Want her.

  And that’s not the stupid Scotch talking.

  All she needed was one little kiss.

  Her heart pounded in her ears. Her body flushed with heat. One kiss. Maybe, just maybe she could convince him that she was a helpless human female in need of protection. That she was innocent.

  She pressed forward, intending to claim his mouth, but he had his hand behind her head, fingers buried in her hair before she could gasp for air. He took control, locking their lips together with a groan that sounded more animalistic than human, a sound that made her throb deep inside. Her hands blindly reached for him. She needed to touch him. Explore. Taste. She didn’t know she’d made a sound until he shifted her closer.

  Falden growled low in his chest. He wanted to claim her. Make her his. He tried to get comfortable in the seat. Furon was in the way.

  He laid the sword across the dash, then easily lifted her over the center console. There wasn’t much room, but he was determined to make the tight space work. He needed to be inside her. Needed to pound his shaft into her waiting warmth. He could think of nothing but the taste of her lips, the feel of her soft curves pressed against him.

  Everything faded as instinct took over. This female consumed him. There was no one on base waiting for his report. No Caldorian king. No past. No future. There was only now. And her soft breasts pressed to his chest. Her plump lips fused with his. The round fullness of her very feminine curves pressed against his straining cock.

  The gearshift poked Isabella in the back of her thigh as she sat sideways in his lap, her feet in the driver’s seat and her back to the glass window. She felt like a contortionist but couldn’t get enough of him. His taste. His rough tongue teasing hers, fucking her mouth the way she imagined his cock would fill her body. The scent of sandalwood, spice and something uniquely Falden drifted to her nose. He smelled amazing. She wanted to get closer.

  Falden growled as his hard shaft pressed uncomfortably against his human trousers. There was no give. He wanted to rip them from his body and bury himself in her heat. He knew he’d been shot. He’d been shot many times before. He was even light-headed. He didn’t care. He had time. He was a Lumerian Knight. He would not allow a weapon so primitive as a human gun to end him. He didn’t need a healer. He needed to be inside Isabella. Right. Fucking. Now.

  She whimpered in frustration and pulled on his hair, trying to get closer. Closer.

  When his left hand settled on the inside of her thigh, she should have slapped him, told him to go to hell. But that wasn’t what she wanted, what she needed. She needed him to touch her. Everywhere. She felt out of control. Reckless. Sexy. Beautiful. Desire flooded her veins like wildfire as his mouth burned a trail of sensual heat from her neck down to her breasts. She wanted more. Wanted him inside her.

  Instead of moving, he stilled and used the hand in her hair to gently pull her away so he could look into her slumberous eyes. “Isabella.”

  “Yes. Touch me. I want you.”

  The shudder that moved through him made her tremble in his lap. She was happy to note that he seemed just as out of control as she.

  Falden’s breathing was too fast, his pulse racing in his neck. And beneath her, his cock had become hard and tight, more than ready to pleasure her. “This is insane.”

  Their gazes locked and she agreed. This was insane. Totally certifiable. “I don’t care.”

  Chapter Five

  Falden knew he shouldn’t give in to the carnal craving she inspired, but for the first time in centuries he felt the iron control that ruled his life slipping further away with every hungry sound she made. She clung to him in every possible way. Her lips on his. Her hands tugging on his hair. The soft curves settled against his lap. The scent of her in the air that reminded him of vanilla and hints of orange. She begged for his touch, not just with words but with every arch of her back and whimper in her throat. He was on fire for her.

  He’d never had a female that made him feel like this. He’d taken lovers, but not one had made his blood boil. Made him lose control. He needed to claim her. Make her his. Everything inside him told him she was his. He wanted to spread her wide and fill her until she screamed his name, over and over. Until she couldn’t remember who she was or where they were. He’d never asked for anything, always committed to his mission. Forever doing his sworn duty, taking nothing for himself. She made him want more. Want her complete surrender. Her trust. Faith. Loyalty.

  Hot liquid soaked through the back of his shirt, no doubt smearing the seat a dark red. He didn’t have to see it to know it was blood. His blood. The bite of the bullet he’d taken in the back had been unworthy of his concern at the time, but now he needed to reassess the wound.

  Falden groaned in denial. Disappointment. His wound threatened to end the sweetest torture he’d endured in too long to remember. He squeezed her thigh, pleased when she obeyed his silent command to spread her legs wider. How could he stop when she was so sweetly willing?

  Isabella moaned in pleasure as Falden pulled her closer. She could feel his hard shaft rub against her. She wanted their clothes gone. She wanted him deep inside her. Filling her. Even through his trousers she could tell he was huge. Hard. Long. Wide. He may split her in two, but she would take him all. Every hard inch of him. Desire shot from her core out to every cell in her body as she imagined him filling her until he bottomed out deep inside her. She shivered with need, her clit pulsing in time to her pounding heartbeat. She n
eeded him. Wanted him to take control.

  Falden broke out in a sweat. Isabella’s touch awakened an animalistic need in him to take what she offered, to dive his cock deep into her wet heat. To fuck her until she was drenched in sweat, unable to move, so overcome with the force of her pleasure that she surrendered all to him. His Knights obeyed him. They respected him. They depended on him to make rational decisions, to be wise and have the foresight to keep them all safe. And he’d done his job well, kept the last of his people alive for a very long time. But not one of his Knights needed him like this.

  Rubbing the softest skin he’d ever felt beneath his fingertips, he stroked her inner thigh, up and down, teasing both of them.

  “Falden,” she half begged, half reprimanded.

  His name was a demand on her lips, and his own curved in a satisfied smile.

  Instead of arguing with him, she opened her knees wider and grabbed his wrist, moved his hand higher, up under her skirt until the wet heat of her core brushed his fingertips.

  The groan that escaped him made her smile, and she lifted her hips, pushed her center closer, making clear exactly what she wanted.

  “I’m going to make you come all over my hand,” he growled.

  Isabella didn’t know if he was making a request or a demand, but her answer was the same. “Yes.”

  “Lean back against the dash and keep your knees spread,” he ordered.

  Isabella whimpered her agreement, leaning back as he’d instructed, placing her bent knees on either side of him. He was powerful. Virile. In complete control. An alpha male, big, dominant, and used to getting what he wanted. She shivered with desire. He had that special quality, that ultra-masculine presence. She loved it. Wanted to give him everything. Wanted him to take it.

  Falden traced the small slip of lacy material covering her beneath the skirt, shoving the slight bit of fabric aside when she squirmed, pushing toward his hand. He pushed two fingers deep, settled his thumb over her clit and worked her until she threw her head back, bumping the car window with her wild response. Even that didn’t deter her from moving against him. “More. God, Falden. Please. More.”

  Falden kissed her. Worked his fingers deeper. Harder. Faster. His head spun, but he wasn’t sure if it was from lust or blood loss, and he didn’t care, his entire being focused on the hot, tight sheath wrapped around his fingers.

  Leaning over, he reclaimed her mouth as he worked her body, brought her to the brink. Made her wait. Made her whimper. Beg. Started the process again, bringing her to the peak only to watch her body shudder and her eyes glaze before pulling back.

  In this moment her body was his. Her will, his. Her pleasure, his. He’d fought hundreds, perhaps thousands of battles, and he’d never felt so powerful. So wicked. Isabella brought out a side of his soul he’d never known existed. And the dominant, commanding predator enjoyed teasing her. Hearing her gasp. Moan. Feeling her move against his hand in a desperate attempt to find release he had not yet chosen to give her.

  “Do you want to come?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Say my name.”

  “Falden,” she gasped.

  Her reward was a deep thrust with his fingers and pressure on her clit. Just for a moment. She groaned, her lips pressed to his.

  “Falden.”

  Again he rewarded her with one thrust of his fingers. Soon enough she would learn what he wanted; to hear his name in an incoherent chant from the desperate lips of a woman who didn’t just want him—who needed him to touch her. To claim her. To make her his.

  Isabella couldn’t hold back. Her orgasm caused the inner walls of her pussy to ripple and clamp down on his fingers like a vise, imagining it was his cock inside her, milking him of his seed as he marked her with his possession and his scent, as he gave her everything he had to give of himself.

  She cried out, the sound not quite a scream as she bucked, then arched, finally settling into his lap in a series of gasps and shudders as the aftershocks rocked the spasming muscles of her core.

  “Oh my God.”

  “That is not my name.”

  Her soft laughter was breathy, barely there, but the slumberous, satisfied haze in her eyes when she looked up at him was worth every ounce of pain the wound in his back was causing him. He’d suffer a thousand agonies to see that look again. Die happy.

  “Your turn, Falden.” Curling into herself, she wrapped her arms around him, tried to use his shoulders as leverage to move.

  A small grunt of pain escaped him when her hand roamed a little too low on his injured back. He cursed himself the fool for making any sound, as he was very interested in what she had planned, his balls already drawing up tight against his body in anticipation.

  “Falden?” The soft, satisfied look in her eyes was gone in an instant, replaced by the sharp-witted reporter he’d first met in the bar. He wanted his lover back, not the investigator.

  “Oh crap, you're hurt. Why didn’t you tell me?” Pulling her hand out from behind him, she held her palm before her face and let out a string of words he’d only recently learned upon coming to Earth.

  His lips twitched with amusement at her colorful use of them. He closed his eyes in defeat, his sigh long and drawn out. He’d never get her back on track now, and his very hard cock was going to pay the price. “I have had worse. I will heal as soon as I get the proper”—he hesitated in his word choice—“medication.”

  Crawling back into her seat, she shoved at him to lean forward so she could inspect his back. “Let me see it.”

  Obedient, mostly because he suddenly didn’t have the strength to argue, he allowed her to pull him forward so that she could look her fill.

  “Oh shit. He shot you. You’ve been shot.”

  “I know.”

  “You know? You know!” Frantic now, she scrambled to find a first-aid kit, checking the glove compartment, under the seat, everywhere. “There’s nothing in here to stop the bleeding. Shit. Why don’t you have anything in this car?”

  “I just bought it.”

  That stopped her cold. How could she have forgotten? He was an alien. He had lied to her from the first moment they met. And he had a car he didn’t know how to drive. And she’d just spent the last few minutes sprawled across his lap with her legs open wide, begging him to do anything and everything he wanted. Most of which he hadn’t done. Like strip her naked and fill her up with that nice, hard cock. Pound into her until she screamed. Until she couldn’t breathe. Until the world exploded over and over and she forgot her own name. She’d been so close.

  But he was bleeding to death. That was obvious to her now. “I have to get you back to base.” Putting the car into gear, she was about to hit the gas when his hand settled over hers on top of the gearshift.

  “No. Not the base,” he ordered. “Not unless you tell me why you were in that bar.”

  “Sorry. But I can drop you off at the gate or something.” At least he’d get medical treatment then. Since he wasn’t talking anyway, and he was definitely a distraction, maybe she would be better off without him.

  And then she could reach out to her contact and try to fix things, ask for another meeting. Maybe, if she called now, tonight, they would believe her when she said she didn’t know what had happened or why Falden and his men had been there. Which, technically, she still didn’t know, so it wouldn’t be a lie. Right?

  “No. I will not leave you unprotected, and you will not be allowed on base. Not unless you are willing to tell me the truth.”

  Well then. Fine. She was not going to let him use bleeding to death to manipulate her.

  “I’ll take you to a hospital then,” she offered, real fear creeping into her voice. He didn’t seem to know how close to bleeding out he was. There was blood everywhere, and moving him had only made it worse.

  “No. I need rest. That’s all. Take me somewhere I can sleep. Somewhere no one will look for me.”

  “Fine. I’ll take you to my apartment.” There was nothin
g there anyway, nothing that would give her away.

  “They will have someone watching it by now. I told you this.”

  She shivered. That was creepy. And he was probably right. She’d dealt with these types before. Too often, as a matter of fact. Which meant there was only one place she could take him. One. And doing so was one of the worst ideas she’d ever had in her life because she would be revealing more than she wished. She debated with herself all of three seconds. The fact of the matter was, she couldn’t stand the thought of him dying. “I have somewhere we can go. But you have to promise me, Falden, promise me you won’t turn me in and you won’t take anything.”

  Falden raised his eyebrows questioningly and crossed his arms. His vision was fading, but he refused to make any promises. She was a reporter investigating the Caldorians. Investigating him and snooping around might lead her to the Lumerian Knights, whether she knew it or not. He couldn’t make promises. Just the opposite, in fact. His mission was to stop her from revealing any of their secrets.

  “Promise me. That’s the only way, or I’m taking you to a hospital and dropping you off in the emergency room. Take it or leave it, Commander.”

  Falden sighed. This was getting him nowhere. The bullet needed to come out, and he needed rest. What he really needed was the maju water he kept on the Caldorian base. The water contained the Lumerian crystal’s healing elements in their concentrated form. but that wasn’t an option. This reporter had lied to him, and he couldn’t risk taking her onto the base until he knew what her true agenda was in meeting with the mysterious John tonight. “I promise not to take any of your things. Is that good enough?”

  She was already shaking her head, the false red hair swinging around her shoulders in a shimmer. “No. Not good enough. Say it. Say, I promise I won’t turn you in to anyone.”

  Falden gritted his teeth. “I promise I won’t turn you in to your human authorities.” He might put her over his knee and spank her, but he wouldn’t turn her in to the authorities of this planet, no matter what she had done. And among his people? There was no higher authority among his people. He was judge, jury and executioner. They had made an agreement, eons ago, with the royal family of Caldor, that allowed the Lumerians to live in peace on Caldor, hidden from their enemies. And the Lumerian Knights honored their vow to protect Dagan’s ancestors, Dagan himself, and one day, his descendants.