Soros: Alien Warlord's Conquest (Scifi Alien - Human Military Romance) (11 page)

H
er adventure kept unfolding
in unexpected ways.

Silly me
, Kat thought, climbing into the small ship Roum had provided them with.
I thought hiking through deadly mountains and making our way under tons of ice was all. I believed for a moment that was it, the end of the adventure. But no, this is where things
actually
get dangerous.

Not that she was afraid. Fear as an emotion had left Kat completely. Being near Soros was an experience she could only describe as transcendent. He seemed to make the rest of the world fall away and become nothing, until it came poking at her with very sharp weapons, that was.

But he had assured her, in no uncertain terms, that she would be in no danger.

Not that I can’t take care of myself
, she thought with a little huff.

She’d learned not to say it out loud, though.

Well, not
too
often, anyway.

"If I understand even half of what you're saying," Kat argued. "No one in Dolon Hall will be safe."

She could see the warrior gritting his teeth in frustration, immediately regretting bringing that topic up. It seemed Soros didn't like others dying for him nearly as much as the clan lords did.

"That is true," he admitted, clearly against his will. "But he is perfectly capable of destroying the Hall if he thinks it will hurt me."

"Yeah," Kat agreed. "I heard him. Charming man. And that's the reason he wants me too, right? To get back at you."

Soros glanced at her from the pilot's seat, nodding, but he couldn't hide the smirk on his lips.

"That," he agreed. "And the fact that you shot him."

"I'm quite proud of that," Kat smiled. "He was really getting on my nerves. How do you even suppose he’ll fight you? That was a pretty nasty wound."

"We heal fast," Soros said with a shrug. "Turian would have priests at his command. They will have fixed him up already. It's better this way. I wouldn't want to fight him if he was wounded. I want everyone to see him lose fairly."

"You're certain he will come to Dolon Hall?"

"Absolutely. I'm actually fairly certain he's already there, but it won't make a difference to me."

"I thought you needed time to gather your army," Kat asked.

"It's hardly an army," Soros replied. "I don't need many. Only those who come when I call. We are Corgans and our best warriors are at the Hall. They don't need much preparation time. Not to choose, and not to join me."

"Once we get there, I think I need a new gun," Kat went on, musing. "Something that could actually pierce armor. Mine is pretty useless against that armor of yours. I'm sure you have one that I could use somewhere in the armory."

Soros was looking at her like she was suddenly speaking in tongues. Kat knew what he was going to say.

"Don't even think of sticking me somewhere out of the way," she said firmly. "I'm not completely helpless, I’ve already proven that to you. I can help."

"You don't know what you're facing," Soros growled. "Dolon Hall is filled with elite warriors, even those who will side with us are ruthless. I don't want you anywhere near them."

"I have no idea?" Kat said, trying to joke, although she knew Soros would find nothing humorous in her response. "You've told me from the moment we met that you are better than all of them. I've seen what you can do. I think I have a fairly good idea of what I'm dealing with."

Soros' hand moved so quickly she only saw a blur, and then one of his thin swords was inches from her neck. The warrior was hardly even looking in her direction. His expression was stony.

"Turian is a great fighter," he stated simply. "The men in his personal guard are quick on their feet. Not
one
of them would have stayed this blow, Kat. Not one. The only reason Turian might let you live is to present your tortured body to me before he slits your throat before my eyes. I will never again aim my blade at you, but I need you to understand.

“I am a warrior. They are killers."

Kat listened and thought about it as Soros sheathed his sword again. Was she really so eager to put her life in peril again?

No. That was not it. Kat had seen and dealt with her fair share of galactic scum. She didn't seek danger out for fun.

"I will not hide in a corner while you are out there," she said with every ounce of conviction she could manage. "If our roles were reversed, you'd understand."

The look Soros gave her was endlessly gentle, loving even.

"I would," he said. "But that doesn't change anything. We are who we are. I know you can handle yourself, but you can't honestly expect to deal with Turian's men."

"I'm not saying I will charge into the melee, screaming," Kat laughed. "I said I wanted to help. I have my cloak. I can move around, unseen and undetected. Relay information to you. Find Turian and lead you to him. We can end it quickly before people get hurt."

Even Soros didn't have an immediate argument to that.

A
pparently
, Turian was
not
at Dolon Hall. Yet.

As soon as they docked in the Hall's landing bay, messages started pouring in. The Hall was in an uproar. Soros' return was like the first pebble in a landslide. Everyone knew what was coming and the choice was fairly simple for most civilians – flee or stand their ground.

The warriors had another decision to make – who to fight for. They hadn't even spent five minutes in the bay with Soros' more loyal students reporting to their commander, when the announcement came.

Turian was on his way and he was bringing his clan with him.

After giving a few last orders Kat didn't even pretend to understand, Soros led her away. Kat walked half a step behind him, afraid that he'd literally shove her into a room and lock the door behind her. Everything she knew about him told her it was entirely likely. Corgans didn't care for just anyone, but if they did, it was unconditional.

She hadn't heard the words from him yet, but Kat knew.

As the Hall came alive around them, she couldn't take her eyes off Soros. The man she'd met in the woods had been a lone ranger, a crusader on his own path. Here, he truly was a commander. Men stood up straighter when they spoke to him, beaming when he approved of their plans. Kat could barely believe the amount of Corgan warriors the Hall housed – they were everywhere.

The information had been correct. They were all warriors already, accomplished fighters who had come for something more than usual training. She could tell by their stance, the way they obeyed without question, moving in sync with their unit.

Soros conducted that flowing mass of people like he had been born to do it. He knew the men under his command better than any clan lord could of.

Kat saw others, those whose eyes burned with barely restrained loathing. They turned around when Soros approached, gone the moment he rounded the corner. The commander said nothing, but the truth was obvious enough.

They would be the enemies as soon as Turian arrived. Kat had quickly become to think of them as the weak ones. She was a little Terran girl in a mess way over her head, but they had signed up to be led by Soros. And when they couldn't be the men he expected them to be, they’d blamed him instead of themselves.

The transition from blaring noise to silence was so sudden that for a moment, Kat thought she'd gone deaf.

They had stepped into a set of rooms, presumably Soros'. The commander – she couldn’t think of him as anything else at Dolon Hall – closed the door behind them.

"I warn you," she said, wondering what she could possibly threaten him with. "If you leave me here, I will never forgive you."

Soros smiled, coming over and bringing her in for a fierce, demanding kiss that left Kat gasping for air.

"You have more spirit than half the clan lords out there," he said bitterly. "They have no problem hiding behind their guards while you couldn't be kept away from a battle you have no place in."

"I can help," Kat repeated, adding in her mind,
You stubborn gorgeous bastard
.
Sorry, Commander bastard.

"Yes," Soros said, sighing. "I know. I would much rather keep you here, safe and sound until I return. But I have a strong suspicion you would find a way to escape if I tried."

"Almost certainly," she answered, beaming a smile up at him.

Soros shook his head, but she could see he wasn't really mad at her, just insanely worried.

"So I think it's better if I know where you are, at least," he concluded. "And you are right. If you can lead me to Turian, this can all be over before he has time to do too much damage."

Kat smiled victoriously, cuddling closer to him and accepting another kiss, gentler and sweeter this time.

I don't know why I'm so glad to go and wander around in a battle. I must really be turning into a Corgan.

"I guess I should find a map of this place," Kat said when she pulled back, her lips hungry for more of him but her mind cautioning her towards reason. "I won't be much use if I can't tell you where I am."

"Smart," Soros said, pushing her back gently. "But I have a better idea of what to do with the time that we have."

Kat toppled over on the bed. For a second, the sight of Soros looking at her with a ferocious gaze robbed her of words. Then she smirked, spreading her legs in a gesture of agreement. The warrior bared his teeth in a grin, starting to rip his armor away.

"I need you not to take this the wrong way," Kat said breathlessly, watching in awe as Soros' flawless body was revealed to her once more.

It was so much better without freezing to death.

"But I have several concerns about the timing of this. What if Turian gets here before –"

"He won't," Soros said, holding his unflinching gaze on Kat as she started to undress despite her protests. "And he is the last person I want to think of right now. Great spirits, you are the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."

Kat smiled at that response.

That is not an argument. Why is it working so well?

"I need to go and find a map. And you need to lead your army."

"No," Soros said, pushing her on her back and climbing on top of her. "I need to be here. They can handle themselves."

Any other objections Kat might have had were lost in Soros' kisses. They filled all the desires that the ice ocean hadn't allowed, touching without abandon, teasing with delight until Kat was close to begging.

Soros' body was hot and firm against hers, nudging her legs apart. He tasted her as deeply as he'd promised, pushing his tongue in her wet pussy, far enough to make her scream. Kat fisted her fingers in Soros' long black hair, gasping breathlessly as the warrior pulled back to lick and suckle on her clit. As soon as his tongue left her pussy, his fingers took over the job, scissoring inside her.

Kat bit her lip, wanting nothing more than to cum, or maybe stay on top of that high forever. She writhed on the sheets, her back arching off the bed with every twist of Soros' tongue. The heat she'd longed for was now almost suffocating and she was burning up in the midst of the pleasure that threatened to bury her.

This wasn’t in the job description.

"
Soros
," she gasped, "I... please, I need you –"

At least he was finally done with teasing her, even if Kat had enjoyed every last second of it. The commander pulled her up to sit on his lap and Kat sunk down on his huge cock, crying out with every inch. She held on to his powerful shoulders as she made her pussy take all of him, wanting to be filled to the brink by that cock.

Kat closed her eyes in ecstasy when Soros began to move, wrapping his strong hands around her body. She could feel his tongue and lips on her breasts, moaning as he picked up the pace with every thrust.

Kat whimpered when he hit that spot inside her, making sure to repeat that with every thrust that followed. She could no longer hear her own voice, but she thought she was calling his name. All that she knew was the divine feel of his cock slamming into her over and over again. She had been so close before that when Soros' fingers circled her clit again, Kat nearly blacked out.

The intensity of the pleasure was too much, the different sensations driving her wild. Soros' cock pounding into her as hard as he could, his lips sucking on her nipples, and his finger gently rubbing her clit... She was so close to cumming that she could almost see her orgasm coming.

Soros was losing control fast. The commander lifted her higher up into the air to give himself more room to move, pushing the both of them over the edge with his next thrust. Kat cried out, every nerve in her body trembling with the surge of pleasure that shot through her.

Soros followed her with a grunt, and she moaned loudly, feeling his seed spill into her pussy when she was still so tender that every drop of it made her shiver.

She rested her head against Soros' shoulder, the strength gone from her body. The commander lowered them to the bed gently, lying down next to her. With a sated smile, Kat curled up with him. It had become an instinct to her, and though she was no longer cold, her body sought his closeness.

Soros didn't seem to mind one bit, pressing lazy kisses against her neck. Kat smiled sleepily, wishing she could just stay there and rest, and enjoy the simple pleasure of being with him.

But as the noise outside started to filter into their quiet sanctuary, they got up and dressed reluctantly.

“Showtime,” Kat murmured, getting a confused look from Soros.

She didn’t stop to explain the little colloquialism.

Kat thought whether it had been a mistake to experience something so good if there was a very real chance that one of them might not survive the attack, but she knew it hadn't been.

Seeing the look in Soros' eyes, she guessed he agreed. It had simply showed them one more time what they had to fight for.

She was still smiling when the first bomb hit.