Alien Fighter's Baby (Captured Science Fiction Romance) (9 page)

T
he stream was
shallow where they fell, a mere ten inches at best. Bran landed on his back with a forceful splash of water cascading over them, and Starling landed with her lips touched to the head of his erection! A moan coiled from her as her fingernails dug into Bran’s waist.

“Christ,” Bran groaned, as his fingers twisted into her wet and muddy hair.

Starling could feel Bran’s fists shaking against her head. She had the hot head of his erection touching her mouth! The moment was suspended on what she would do—

The feel of him against her lips was elemental. And she wanted more with a desire that went beyond craving and bordered on ravenous. But what impressed her was the effort Bran was using not to force her mouth down his shaft.

It would have been so easy for him to impale her mouth over his thick erection. Yet she knew that he shook with the effort not to do it—not to force her. The why of it spilled into her heart, and then she licked her tongue over his hard, rigid shaft.

“Starling,” Bran groaned harshly, and his muscular thighs shuddered beneath the full pillows of her breasts.

She moaned too as the feel of him branded the tip of her tongue with fire. Then she realized that she was all-powerful; she was the commander of that moment between them. She had Bran down and completely under her control. The thrill of it gave her power she’d never had before, and delight shivered down every inch of her body.

Then she kissed the head with her warmer and softer lips, right on the fascinating slit. It felt so good, so solid, so male, and so wonderful that she did it again with her gaze lifting to Bran’s vibrant silver eyes. His eyes were polished, colored with silver lust, and were riveted to her lips, which she used to kiss the big head of his erection, while his strong body shook.

The water lapped against them, washing away mud where it touched, leaving her lying over the sinewy strength of Bran’s legs. She grasped his wide and throbbing shaft in one hand, holding it firmly, while she used her tongue to smudge the head in circles.

The stiffness and width of it excited her. It was a potent and unbending shaft, and the more she loved it with her lips and tongue, the stouter it grew.

“Ah, baby,” Bran groaned. He clutched her muddy hair and moved with her tongue’s motion as she licked down his shaft. The abrupt and forceful groan that erupted from Bran was resonant, as his buttocks clenched and his hips rose with tense motions.

“Ah, Christ,” he gasped.

Water lapped at Starling’s chin as she kissed the fullness and heat, making him groan with rough sounds that shook his large body under her and threw aches deeper inside her, until she moaned.

Suddenly, over Bran’s groans came the sound of mud popping in motion from behind her again.

“Starling!”

Bran shouted her name, warning her about the next mountain of mud about to cover her, at the same time he hooked his hands under her arms. With a powerful tug, he lifted her body up the length of his, while he rolled. His hands moved from under her arms and they closed around her in a tight embrace. The drive of his larger body rolled them through the water three times, before they came to a halt with her body beneath his as he cradled her in his arms.

The water was deeper where they landed, lapping up to the sides of her breasts. Her nipples were rucked tightly, like small lances pushing against the clinging, wet tee shirt she wore as she clung to him. The bottom edge of the tee shirt was bunched under her breasts and her skirt was bunched up to her waist, leaving her bare down to where her legs straddled the muscular thickness of one of Bran’s thighs.

The urge should have been to look back to see what the mud had done, yet neither of them took their gazes off each other. She could feel the hardness of Bran’s erection hot against her. Her head fell back, arching her throat, as she moaned, because the feel of him made her arousal pool hotter inside her aching core.

A rumble rolled through Bran’s chest as her long hair floated in the water around her face and she clutched the mounded strength of his biceps. His head lowered and she saw his smooth, firm lips part as they hovered over her mouth.

“Starling,” he murmured. It was a question, and she saw his lust and his desire, but he was also giving her time to stop. Leaving her the choice.

Then it was as if desire sighed through her lips, and nothing else existed but the heated press of their mouths touching, when she lifted to kiss him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he hauled her up against him and their lips moved over each other’s slowly and intimately. Warm sounds of pleasure danced from her as her breasts, covered in the thin and clinging tee shirt, flattened against Bran’s bare chest.

When he carried her to the bank, to lay her down on some soft, spongy greenery, they’d barely stopped feeding off each other’s lips. Then her top was gone and his hot mouth was on her bare breasts.

If she’d thought kissing his hard shaft was exciting, Bran’s mouth on her nipples went beyond that into ecstasy.

Jupiter, she’d been a fool for being afraid of intimacy with him.

Her hand found his heavy shaft and she stroked it, loving the groan of near helplessness she got from him. When his fingers touched her hot and wet slit, she groaned more helplessly than he had. Between the pinch of his lips over her hard nipple and the exploring of his fingers stroking her clit, she came hard and shuddered beneath him, crying his name.

“So beautiful.”

His deep voice rumbled over her, as her inner sheath clasped his wide finger and the intense pleasure made tremors roll through her. Then he moved, and she urged his strong body over her as she lifted her legs around his hips. When his warm chest pressed into her breasts, she moaned, but then she felt the head of his erection pressing to her slit.

She looked into his silver eyes, so dark with passion and arousal. “I want you,” she whispered, lifting her hips.

He held himself suspended. “I’ll try to go easy,” he promised hoarsely. “Not sure I can.”

She bit her lip and moved against him. She wasn’t afraid, because she knew if she asked it of him, he would stop anytime, no matter what they were doing.

“I’ll tell you if it hurts, I promise,” she whispered to him.

“Oh God, Starling.” His mouth came to hers and her legs widened as he began to fill her.

Bran tried to go slowly, but he failed miserably. Still, he was set to throw himself off Starling with any sign that he hurt her or scared her. He felt that intensely about it. What was happening between them, what it felt like, was light years away from any sexual thing he’d experienced.

Starling was real … beneath him. Her gasps and moans were genuine and the passionate sounds she made guided him. Those thrilling sounds pulled him in the right direction so he knew he was giving her pleasure, while she made his world explode.

“Faster. Deeper,” she cried, as he lifted her up to his rapid thrusts.

She was so tight on him, so perfect; he shook his head through the intense pleasure and groaned roughly. But when he felt her climax over his hard thrust, he lost it. Driving deeper and faster, until he bellowed and filled his woman with his hot seed over and over, as if he’d never stop.

Afterward, they lay intertwined staring up at the dark alien sky, and Starling felt Bran’s strong chest lifting hard, while her breaths slowed from passionate pants. She’d never thought it could be like it had been, and she wanted to laugh and giggle at the same time.

“I ought to spank you,” Bran said, his breathing still heavy.

That did make her giggle, then through her laugh she tried saying, “Sorry, really.” She caught her breath and tried again. “I was trying to impress you, by starting to cook that awful snake. I needed sticks to grill it, so I had to go out of the cave to find some.”

He pulled her back against him, until she was flush against his side. His breath was warm on her face. “The big bug scared you?”

She nodded, kissing his shoulder. “I know it’s stupid,” she started, but he interrupted her.

“No, Starling, it was smart that you dodged it. It looked aggressive, and we have no idea what a bite or sting from it would do to us.”

She’d never thought of that. Suddenly, Bran moved. He turned her under him and he leaned over her, but he was looking at her arms, then her legs.

“Checking the marks that eating vine made on you,” he muttered, as she raised her head and saw his irises expanding. “Should have looked before we did that.”

She got nervous, until he said, “No redness spreading—just regular welts.”

Then she was scooped up in his arms as he rose and started back into the water. “Bran?” she asked.

“Going to wash them.”

The water was cold, and she hugged Bran tightly while he washed her welts. But when he cupped water between her thighs, she heard the giggle in her voice. “There’s no welts there, Bran.”

No words from him, just a rumble, and then he did it again. Only that time, his finger slid slowly through her slit. Her nipples went hard and poked into his chest, and she started dreaming about other things his finger could do.

Seconds later, he did one of them as she felt him gently circling her core. “Pretty sore?” he asked.

She was deliciously sore. He was so big, and she’d climaxed twice when he’d thrust into her, making their bodies rock.

“Um, a little. But the water soothes it.” Then she whispered against his ear, “And your finger soothes it too.”

She felt his shaft lifting hard out of the water as his finger slipped deeper.

“Gets you wet too,” he murmured, circling his finger as she began to mewl aroused sounds.

“Is it rocky here?” she asked breathlessly.

“No, some kind of sandy material.”

“Good,” she announced, then squirmed in his arms, pushing and pulling until she faced him. She clasped his tight waist with her legs.

“Starling?”

She pushed through the water until they were skin to skin and her slit hovered over the head of his shaft.

“Try it,” she said, and kissed his mouth.

“You are so small, you have to be sore,” he said against her lips.

“Please. Now that I know how good this is, I want more.”

He chuckled and inched upward until they were melded, and she had begun panting again. Then they found out how they could fix soreness—by doing it all over again.

A long time later, Bran had her wrapped in his arms as he leaned against a smooth-sided boulder on the bank of the stream. He’d said it was too dangerous to move through the not-so-friendly alien wilderness at night. So they were staying where they were until first light, which had glowed pink so far, then it turned redder during the day. At night, it was dark purple, and there was a planet with a dozen rings around it in the night sky, besides thousands of stars.

Bran’s hand settled over the roundness of her stomach, and he gently stroked as she looked up at the night sky. She liked feeling his warm hand where it was.

“Go to sleep,” he said. “I’ll keep watch.”

He kissed her temple.

“I can stay awake.”

His hand moved up to her breast and he lightly touched her nipple. “Want you rested for more of this.”

She smiled. She wanted to be rested for more of it too, so she snuggled into him and murmured, “Okay, hot stuff, I’ll rest.”

“Hot stuff, is it?” he asked, but she was asleep before she thought of a comeback.

W
hen Starling
woke in the morning, Bran was still holding her, and he’d put his vest over her so she wasn’t cold. She didn’t move much, only her eyes, blinking slowly as she categorized the feel of being in Bran’s arms.

So nice.

But then she saw a creature lying not ten feet from her. It was long, with green fur, large paws, claws, and a big head. She looked down the length of it, where it lay unmoving on its side, and then saw another one. That one had big fangs too, and it was lying immobile on its side.

Slowly, Starling lifted her head. There was one of the big bugs that had chased her lying on the ground to the left of the other creatures. She sensed they were all dead.

“Bran?”

When she looked up at his chin, then beyond it, she found him looking down on her. He looked tired, but not upset or worried.

“Got the two big beasts last night when they stalked us. Electro-bug and his buddy came in with the morning light.”

Her eyes widened, to what had to be as big as saucers. “You—you killed them. Just leaning here with me in your—” She couldn’t finish.

He nodded and shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal. “The stingers on those electro-bugs tell me that they’re easily lethal to us.” He nodded across the stream. “If any of those had come closer, I would have shot them too. But they seem nonaggressive.”

Starling looked past Bran’s shoulder, distractedly feeling his warm chest against her bare breasts as she moved. Across the wide stream, she saw creatures grazing on the banks or others in the water. They were lithe, with four legs, and blue-green, with spots in places. They reminded her slightly of gazelle.

“Wow,” she whispered. Maybe she didn’t feel so bad about running away from the big electro-bug now.

“Before we go, you’re going to learn to shoot,” Bran said against her temple.

Then her eyes really did widen. Excitedly, she turned to him. “Cool!” she exclaimed.

He looked over her face. “Here I thought you would be hesitant about it.”

She grinned at him. “No way, hot stuff. I want to learn this.”

They kissed a little, got dressed, and Bran gave her an energy bar out of his vest. It was even dry. Of course, the soldier Bran would have the things in his vest wrapped in watertight packages.

He seriously impressed her every day.

She hoped one day he would think the same thing about her.

“So feel the weight,” Bran said, as he stood behind her and she held his tack-pistol. “This is the safety. Up is locked and flicked down is on.” He reached around her as he instructed her.

“What kind of shot does this have?” she asked, looking over the silver weapon.

“It’s an antimatter plug. You see how it melted half the electro-bug?” She nodded. “It can also do straight laser shots. But we will get into that another day.” He grabbed her hand with the gun and lifted them up to point. “Shoot that tall green stalk. No kick. You will only hear the pop.”

Bran was seriously impressed with his baby. She hit the stalk on her first try. He had been surprised that she hadn’t balked at learning how to shoot. Instead, she seemed to like it. Of course, when it came to dressing the catlike creatures for their meat, Starling had turned her cute nose up.

He would have to work her slowly into all the aspects of survival mode, and he wasn’t dreading it any longer. Before he would have thought it would be a slog to train a virgin survivalist how to survive. But now, throw great sex into the mix, and that changed everything.

He still couldn’t believe Starling had jumped him as she had. Never in the ninety-fifth nebula had he thought a virgin would do that. Damn, it had been hot. Man, was he glad he’d held up through it and not popped her mouth with his dick. It had taken every bit of willpower he had to lie back and let her have at it, when all he’d wanted to do was be down her cute throat.

He shuddered just thinking about how hard that had been, but it had been worth it. What he’d gotten after had set his life on fire. Now, he knew why men razed planets over women. A man that got what Starling gave him did not turn back.

What excited him was since she had gotten her first taste and was turned on by it, she seemed as hot for it as he was. That was a relief, because he had plenty of imagination on ways they could experiment. He was just damn glad he’d made her wear the mic, so when she hadn’t answered his call to check in, he’d been able to track her in the alien wilderness.

Priority had just risen on how important it was for him to make certain she learned as much about survival as he could teach her.

Following the smaller creek, they found a game trail one hundred meters downstream, which they trailed up the mountain. It wound around, but always shifted back in the right direction toward the cavern entrance. Starling had even shot an electro-bug on the way, which had gotten her so excited, and him so proud, she’d jumped him and they’d kissed about her success for a long time.

He broke their passionate kissing match, feeling how her mound fit perfectly over his hardness, as he looked down into her heated eyes.

“Maybe we can try the back of the Zach, once we get there,” she said, with a cute shiver, which he felt all the way to the head of his erection.

He nodded, but then he thought about the possible meat lying by the stream. He had to get to it. He’d been carrying her as he walked forward, but he stopped. “After I get that alien cat meat dressed for us to try to eat, you have a deal.”

Bran liked that Starling looked disappointed before he set her back on her feet, because that meant she was as into him as he was into her. But he’d make it up to her.

After that, as they moved up the trail, he began identifying plants and weird alien vegetation. Then they made it a game of naming them. Starling called the carnivorous vines “psycho-creepers.”

“The ones like trees, let’s call them”—he paused, drawing it out—“trees.”

Starling laughed. “Very creative, lieutenant.”

He pulled her into his side, while he kept checking their surroundings. “Have you seen trees for real?” he asked.

She drew tight against him, looking up at him. “Bran? You haven’t seen trees?”

He shook his head, then gestured around them. “This is the first living plant life I’ve seen. Been on the rim most of my life.”

“Wow,” she whispered. “And we heard about the rim and the rim war being some far-off place.”

“Have you ever been to Earth?” he asked, as they moved around a boulder, which meant they had to be close to the cavern entrance. They had passed two smaller-looking caves on the way up, and he thought the catlike creatures might have nested in one of them.

“No,” she said, and the shake of her head swung the shiny hair over her shoulders.

“Me neither. They conscripted me off the mining colony of Paylon, which is rock with no vegetation. From then on, I’ve been in space, on ships, or colonies. A few times I’ve fought the Grubs on barren planets.”

“We heard of Paylon on my planet Ergo, Bran. Horrible stories about how bad it was there,” Starling said, as they stopped before the entrance to their cavern.

He shrugged with his arm across her shoulders. “I thought it was bad, but training to be an Alpha-Force trooper was as bad. Then I got past that.” He really needed to change the subject. “Ergo? Is that where you came from?”

It was obvious Starling had things she didn’t want to talk about either, as she did a massive subject change.

“Bran, you need to get that meat and I need to throw out that snake.”

It took him several hours to dress the meat and put it into two portable atomic coolers provided by the Zach. It would hold until the next day, when he would dry it for better storage. The toxicity meter he’d finally found showed it was safe for them to eat, but he never trusted that completely. Instead, along with the toxic meter, he would do a skin test. If that didn’t leave any redness, then he’d cook a bit and try it first, before allowing Starling to have any.

On one of his trips back up the side of the mountain, he told Starling his plans and asked her to break out some rations to eat, so by the time he came to clean up he could smell she had something bubbling over the fiss-burner. Luckily, their water source was diverted into two separate areas, which they could use for drinking and washing.

He liked the cavern, and he was going to talk to Starling about making it their base camp. It was risky because the other side went through to where the Grubs could still be looking for them, but he had a plan for that. He’d bet it would be hard to find another cavern with as good a water source.

After he cleaned up, they ate sitting side by side. He liked feeling Starling next to him and really liked how cute she was in her short skirt with the high-topped boots he’d given her. He could tell she’d found time to clean up, because she smelled sweet.

“This is good,” he said, outright lying about the space rations.

She scrunched her nose at him. “Are you kidding?” she asked.

He laughed. “Okay, baby, I guess I mean it is good you made it for me.”

That made her smile, which made him want to kiss her, as he noticed her glow. She seemed even more beautiful than before, and he wondered if it was the lighting in the cavern. When she stood to take their empty plates, he saw the roundness of her belly, and it made him want to stroke it. It was a very nonsexual thing, and it startled him. He wasn’t used to those kinds of feelings.

He cleared his throat, and then talked to Starling’s back as she washed their plates. “Something I wanted to talk to you about, Starling.”

“Yes, Bran,” she answered distractedly.

“I think we should set this up as our base camp.”

“Base camp, like we will have more than one?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

He shook his head. It was hard to talk to non-soldiers, and he wasn’t used to it. “No, we will just have this one until I see anything that indicates we need to leave it.”

She turned toward him with her hands wet and the cleaned serving plates set aside, then glanced down into the darkness of the cavern, so he knew what she was thinking. But what she said next wasn’t about that.

“You’re asking me?”

He realized that he was. It started to bother him, because he was a commander, but then he remembered it was definitely not a command situation. “Yes, I’m asking you. You have a say.”

Oh man, if Bran could go by the look on his lady’s face, he was going to get some soon. That meant he had just won major points—then something even better happened.

“I would ask why you think this place is safe, when it’s open back that way. But I trust you.”

She smiled.

“You done with those dishes?” he asked, as he stood and walked slowly toward her. She nodded. “Good, because I have something else I want to talk to you about.”

He reached her as he finished talking, and then he bent and picked her up.

“Bran,” she exclaimed, throwing her arms over his shoulders, where he wanted them.

“What I want to talk about starts with kissing you for trusting me and moves on to me showing you how much I like that,” he said, and she promptly rubbed against him with interested heat in her eyes.