Daegon: Alien Warlord's Conquest (Scifi Alien-Human Military Romance) (9 page)

T
he next few
days flew by like in a dream.

At one point, Zoey had asked if the
Wraith
really didn't need Daegon to show up, at all. It was a fair question, since he barely ever left her side. The warlord left her alone only once a day, when he went to the bridge to consult with his officers and hear about the preparations being made.

"No," he assured her. "The ship can fly fine on its own. It doesn't crash into an asteroid if I'm not watching. Yarl and the others can handle the hunt. They only need me to lead when the true battle begins."

Zoey had quickly learned that Daegon didn't like talking about the coming conflict. Not because he was afraid – he never was – but since her safety wasn't a certainty.

Every day they woke up together, side by side on the warlord's bed. As he'd promised, Daegon never laid a finger on her, in
that way,
but as the days went by, Zoey found the reason for her refusal slipping away from her.

She actively avoided bursting the happy bubble around them. They didn't speak much of the world they were flying to – other than the time Daegon gave in to her pestering and revealed to her what was happening. After that, Zoey left him alone, deep in thought.

It seemed it wasn't the right time to discuss joining the Union if the Corgans clearly had no idea what they wanted as a species. Depending on how it all went, when the dust settled, Zoey might be talking to someone else entirely.

She didn't want that. She wanted Daegon.

Day after day, they both avoided the initial reason they'd been brought together. Instead, Daegon kept training her and they spent the free moments talking about other things, trivial matters, as if there was no war on the horizon.

It happened on the eve of battle, when Daegon told her that they were closing in on Poural. The fear that Zoey hadn't sensed before returned tenfold, but it wasn't a fear for her life alone.

She had never been happier, and it was very possible that it was going to end in a day. One or both of them could die.

"
Y
ou're forgetting
your gun hand," Daegon was saying as Zoey attacked him, trying to land a blow with the imaginary glove in her hand.

She knew that. The truth was, Zoey was more distracted than ever before. She had still not gotten used to seeing Daegon's flawless, sculpted body, but this was different. When the warlord moved around her, catching her in his firm grip without any effort, she knew that she'd disappointed him.

Zoey had barely slept the night before. When Daegon told her that they were approaching the planet the Yemalan had targeted, it had suddenly made everything very real. She'd always known it would end that way, naturally, but in transit it had been hard to believe that there was anything wrong in the galaxy.

The warlord didn't seem to have that problem. While Zoey tossed and turned, he slept by her side. She had been very tempted to wake him and ask him to turn the ship around, but didn't. The fear for his life didn't outweigh the unthinkable – that Daegon would hate her. And he surely would if she proposed that he ran like a coward.

No, Zoey didn't want that. She was as prepared for the war as he was, but it didn't help against the uncertainty.

"Is everything alright?" Daegon asked, releasing her.

"Yeah," Zoey said, shaking her head to clear it, "yeah. Let's go again."

The warlord gave her an odd look but pulled back. He stopped a few feet from her, taking a battle stance that Zoey had learned to recognize. It was the crouch of the Yemalan soldiers, although he was considerably taller – nothing they could do about that. She gave him an appreciative look, trying to remember everything he'd taught her about the way the enemy fought.

Then she dashed at him. Zoey hadn't even taken one step when she dropped her guard. She saw Daegon's eyes flash and the warlord caught her smoothly in his arms.

Zoey took a deep breath, searching for words, but he understood her without.

The kiss was hot and desperate and passionate – so hard it hurt. Zoey moaned against Daegon's lips when the warlord pulled her up into his lap. She wrapped her hands around his neck, bringing them even closer together.

Distantly, she was aware of her body, rubbing itself shamelessly against his. She could feel Daegon's chuckle resonate through his powerful body as he deepened the kiss even further, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Zoey whined at the back of her throat, wanting more of him, always more.

She had never regretted anything as much as the days when she hadn't kissed him.

All the more reason to make up for it now.

Living in the world of denial and the happy bubble, some of the reasons had still made sense to Zoey. She'd only just met him. He was, technically, the enemy of the Union. Or not a friend, at least. It was the worst timing to start a relationship and she didn't even know if that was what Daegon wanted.

Maybe he'd simply fuck her and be done with it.

Would that be the worst thing that could happen?

All of that melted away like ice in the sun when she caught the gaze of his deep blue eyes. They shone like stars, looking at her, waiting for the words she had to give.

The man who brought worlds to their knees was waiting for her to say yes.

"Take me," she whispered.

That might not have been the most elegant way to phrase it, but it encompassed all that she wanted to say. It wasn't merely the fuck that she wanted, although her body was singing at the slightest of his touches. Zoey needed all of him and offered all of herself.

Daegon didn't waste any more time. The warlord carried her to the bed they'd already shared for long, peaceful nights, leaving the training area. That was all nice and sweet, but now Zoey ached for thunder and stars. She wanted Daegon to break her with his passion, to unleash all the cooped up desire between them.

She wondered how to put all of that into words, but once again it seemed like the warlord was reading her mind.

He had given her one of his shirts to wear. What fit skintight on him was practically a robe on Zoey, with a belt tied around her waist.

Daegon ripped through her clothes within seconds. All Zoey could hear was the tear of fabric, and then she stood naked under his burning gaze. For a moment, the storm that he was stopped, simply staring at her like Zoey had done to him countless times. The look in the blue amber eyes was indescribable. The shiver that went through Zoey's body had nothing to do with the temperature in the room.

And then the storm struck.

She cried out in surprise when Daegon grabbed her and pushed her on her back on the bed. The warlord climbed on top of her, his strong body grinding against hers. Zoey could feel his cock grow harder with every motion of his hips against her naked skin. His next kiss robbed her of breath, with Daegon's hands in her hair, pulling at it to bring her up to meet his lips. She spread her legs, sobbing when he rubbed his hardness against her pussy.

His clothes were still in the way, and Zoey wanted heat, to feel his hot skin against hers.

"Off," she said, hoping that Daegon got her meaning.

He did. With a growl, the warlord rid himself of his clothes with the same uncaring he'd shown to hers. Zoey's mouth dropped open when he knelt above her, the incredible body revealed to her at last in all its glory. She didn't notice when she licked her lips, too mesmerized by the hard lines of his perfect physique.

Her eyes were at once drawn to his huge cock, sobbing in need just from the idea of taking it. That desire came with a considerable amount of concern, since Daegon's cock was thick and long and far bigger than any Zoey had ever seen.

She bit her lip, seeing Daegon grin. The warlord didn't wait another moment, pulling her up to kneel opposite him. She was caught in another demanding kiss, but it was over too soon for her liking. All protests died on her lips, however, when Daegon moved behind her, his strong hands wandering over her body.

Every touch made Zoey lean into it, wanting more contact with him. She traced the patterns on his arms as they groped her ass and tits, then finally sliding between her legs.

When she cried out in pleasure, Zoey could feel his cock pressed against her back twitch in response. Daegon's growl was ringing in her ears as she let her body grind up and down his. The warlord kissed her neck, sucking on the delicate skin, but Zoey barely noticed.

Her wet pussy welcomed his fingers gladly, her moans echoing in the room as Daegon slipped first one and then two digits inside her. Zoey sobbed, fucking herself on them, loving the way they stretched her. She knew she would need all the preparation she could get, but it was torturous.

As Daegon's other hand joined the first, dipping a finger in her for a second to get slick, Zoey whimpered in pleasure. It turned into a breathless moan when the finger circled her clit, driving all coherent thoughts from her mind. She threw back her head, resting it on Daegon's shoulder.

Her back was arched and her body was trembling, trying to match the rhythm Daegon's fingers set. Cries of ecstasy fell from her lips as he picked up the pace, pushing his fingers deeper into her wetness, bringing her closer. Zoey wanted to plead, to ask him to fuck her already, but the warlord kept up the teasing until she thought she would pass out from the overload of sensations.

Her pussy was so wet that Daegon's fingers slid in and out effortlessly, but when she felt the tip of his cock press against her entrance, Zoey suddenly wasn't sure if it had been enough.

Not a word of hesitation came to her mind. All that she had the breath to say was, "
Yes!
Daegon, yes..."

The warlord kept a firm grip around her, like a cloak of warm marble holding her in place. Zoey screamed when he entered her, pushing in slowly and firmly.

His cock pushed her pussy to its limits, filling every inch of her. With her eyes closed to focus on the pleasure alone, Zoey shivered, reveling in the tight fit. Daegon was breathing heavily behind her and she could feel his thick length throb inside her heat. She wondered if it was as divine and as torturous for him as it was for her.

"You feel amazing," he whispered against her neck, pressing kisses everywhere he could reach. "Ready for me, needing me to fuck you until you can't even stand. Until you can't remember anything but my name..."

Zoey wanted to say that it had been the case for several days now, but then Daegon moved. The very first thrust rocked her to her core and she almost fell out of his grip, but the warlord held her tight. One hand on her breast, fondling it and the other around her waist, he picked up the same punishing rhythm as before.

Zoey could do nothing but endure and moan, sinking so deeply into the pleasure that she could only see stars in front of her eyes. Daegon felt so good, hot and hard inside her, with every motion of his hips sending her further into oblivion.

The sensations overwhelmed Zoey. Daegon was everywhere around her, his lips on the back of her neck, his hands caressing her, his rock hard cock pounding into her relentlessly. She was helpless in his hands, moaning his name as he destroyed her body in the sweetest way imaginable.

"Oh god yes, fuck yes," she whimpered, "
yes
, right there..."

When the warlord hit the spot within her, it was like being struck by the electric glove. A shock went through her, making her tremble again, but instead of searing pain it only brought wave upon wave of pleasure. She had never felt anything even remotely that good, as if he was breaking her apart with every thrust and making her whole again with the next.

Her fingers were dragging lines on his tattooed skin, desperate for a lifeline to cling to as even reality started to rip away from her.

When she felt his huge cock throb harder inside her, Zoey knew he had to be close too. She was caught between wanting to cum and wanting it to last forever, and knowing he felt the same.

Yet her mouth kept repeating the same thing over and over again, "Don't stop, please, Daegon,
don't stop
, you feel so good..."

Then she felt herself falling through the air, but Daegon had merely lowered her to the bed. With her head resting on the soft pillow, Zoey finally had something to hold on to. The change in angle hit her in tune with Daegon's last thrust.

Free from the charge of holding them both upright, he now gripped her hips, and if Zoey had thought he was pounding into her as fast and as hard as he could, she'd been terribly wrong.

The pillow didn't muffle the scream he tore from her throat. Spreading her legs even wider to give Daegon better access – and a better view – Zoey had no other thought in her head but how fucking amazing he felt. There was no shame, no regret, no nothing.

She lifted her ass higher up in the air, presenting herself to Daegon to take, wanting all of him and receiving it. Every thrust sent him as deep inside her pussy as he could go, burying his thick cock inside her. Zoey had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming, the pain and pleasure mixing together as Daegon fucked her mercilessly.

The need to cum finally won out over the longing to make it last until the stars themselves died. The pleasure was building in her core, needing to be released. Zoey didn't think she could bear it much longer without passing out, the sheer intensity of her lust blinding her.

"I –" she sobbed. "Please, I –"

She could barely speak, but Daegon was as close as she was. The powerful grip he had on her tightened even more as his thrusts lost their rhythm.

"You are
mine
," she heard him growl, deep and dark and husky. "I will let you cum, but then you belong to me. Your gorgeous body, your every desire, every fantasy you've ever had is mine."

Before, only Zoey's body had been at the warlord's mercy, but now her mind was his as well. With each word, she felt her resolve weakening, the will to ever leave his side diminish further. Until there was nothing but the need to be his in that moment.

"
Yes
," she moaned. "Yes, yours, I'm yours..."