Grace Goodwin - Trinity

It seemed Earth females were brave. Bold. Fierce. But why were they here? Now? And why did someone want them dead?

“Who are you, and what do you want?” The voice washed over me like the burning heat of a fire and my cock stirred. Again. Just as I’d felt earlier. No, not just stirred, but thickened. Lengthened.

Shocked, I turned swiftly back to the females near the chair. One had long brown hair and large, dark eyes. She looked warm. Soft. Too gentle to be the female who’d spoken in such a commanding tone.

My gaze shifted to the other.

Holy. Fuck.

Instantly, I bowed low to the most magnificent female I’d ever seen, but I kept my eyes on her. I couldn’t look away if I wanted. Golden hair surrounded her head and shoulders in a silken wave I couldn’t wait to touch. Her eyes were a deep, intense blue, and staring me down, analyzing my every move. Her lips were a soft pink I longed to taste, to feel wrapped around my cock.

My fingers twitched at my side and I cleared my throat to disguise the groan of need I felt building like an explosion within my body as my cock came fully erect. Pressed against my uniform pants, which had suddenly become ridiculously too small. I was rock hard, long and thick, but now? Gods, now it was as if I had a pipe growing larger and larger down the inside of my thigh. I’d had no idea how erect I would get.

For the first time in my life, I ached. I wanted, no needed, to get closer to her. To get her naked and needy and screaming my name.

Just one sentence from her and I knew. She was mine. The magnificent creature staring me down over the top of a blaster was The One . My mate.

Fuck.

My earlier thoughts of remaining a bachelor soldier were all but forgotten. I inwardly laughed at my ignorant self. I would never be alone again because I’d never let this female out of my sight. Or away from my touch.

The clothing she wore did nothing to hide her form. Trim pants that were blue, worn and faded as if she didn’t have an S-Gen unit available and wore this pair again and again. A shirt that bared her arms. While tall and lean, she had ample curves. Round and soft in all the right places. I could nuzzle and lick, grip and even spank.

And she’d almost been killed by fucking assassins. I saw red, wished I could kill the one all over again, race after the one who’d escaped.

My protective instincts roared like a caged monster, the remnants of the attack, the bodies on the floor, the blood, the threat to my mate taking on colors and intensity I’d not felt moments ago.

Mine.

Trembling with equal parts rage and need, I dropped to one knee and bowed to the female I would devote myself to for the rest of my life. “I am Captain Leoron Turaya. Prime Nial asked me to protect you and assist you in any way I can. I am sorry I arrived so late to the battle. Are you well?”

“Prime Nial sent you? What’s the code word?” my mate asked, one pale eyebrow raised. She didn’t lower her weapon. I didn’t blame her, for she was smart to be cautious. She should trust no one. No one but me, but she hadn’t learned that yet.

I lifted my head, gazed up at her. Confused. Code word? I searched my mind and found what she sought. Prime Nial’s mate, Jessica, had said something strange about Trinity’s favorite food being code. Now, I understood. “Strawberry ice cream.”

I had absolutely no idea what I’d just said, some strange Earth term, but all three females relaxed. My mate put the weapon down and I noticed her hands trembled. That would not do. She shouldn’t feel anything but happiness. Peace. I longed to take her into my arms and offer comfort, but she wasn’t safe here. None of them were. The assassin had fled, but he’d be back for her. His kind didn’t leave a job unfinished. If these three were as valuable dead as I assumed, the next attack would be more cunning. And brutal.

Over my fucking dead body. I was at war with myself. The need to protect and defend battled with the need to stand, walk to The One and pick her up, keep on going until she was pressed against the nearest wall. My mouth on hers, my fingers working open her strange pants, seeking her center, finding it hot and wet for me. Sinking into her. Finally.

My cock didn’t understand danger, my body demanded action even knowing my mate could be harmed. My need would not lessen, and neither would the size of my hard cock, until I’d spent in her. Made her scream my name. Not once, not twice, but many, many times.

The warrior in me pushed through, wrested control from the primal, rutting instincts fighting to rule me. For now. “You are not safe here.”

“No shit.” The purple-haired female kicked the corpse at her feet again before reaching down and divesting him of his gear. She was efficient, systematically checking every pocket and pack, everywhere the assassin had hidden anything of use to him. She looked up from her work at the other two.

“Help the guard while I get weapons and intel. Get busy.” She waved the weapon she held as if dismissing them to do she commanded.

The dark-haired female moved to the injured guard and pulled a small blanket and pillow from one of the chairs. I thought she would cover him, but instead took a knife from his gear and cut the blanket into bandages. Dropping to her knees, she tied them around his head wound to stem the flow of blood. She deftly wrapped his wounds completely and placed his head on the pillow before looking up at me. “Do you have 9-1-1? You know, paramedics or someone who can take care of him? Someone to call? A doctor? Hello?”

While I heard her words, I didn’t immediately process she was talking to me. I was too stuck on The One, the curve of her cheek, the color of her lips, the upturn of her nose. I shook myself out of my cock-induced trance and nodded, pulling a ReGen wand from my belt, pushed the button so the blue, healing light glowed. It was too small to correct all of the damage to the wounded man, but it would stop the bleeding until he could get to a ReGen Pod. It was better than nothing—and all I had. “Yes, we do. But wave this over his head for a minute, and it will keep him alive until they arrive.”

She frowned and stared at the device as if she’d never seen one before, then began to move it a few inches over the guard’s injured head as I’d instructed.

“We should leave quickly. The assassin who escaped will not run and hide. He is a killer. It is not safe for you here.”

“Obviously,” the dark-haired one grumbled. “We need a place to hide until daylight.”

“I know. I will take you somewhere safe. But no more public places. I don’t want anyone else to know you’re on Alera.”

“Amen to that.” The purple-haired woman moved on to her third body, stuffing weapons into a blanket she’d tied into a carry pouch. She stripped Lord Jax’s guards and assassins alike, missing nothing. One-track-mind, that one.

I came to my full height, eager to be closer to my mate. I took one step before our gazes locked. Held. It was as if there weren’t bodies littered on the floor. No hint of danger, or a deadly assassin who might return to finish what he started.

For the briefest of moments, it was just me. Her. Us.

My cock pulsed, heavy. My balls tightened and I felt a spurt of pre-cum seep from the tip. Yes, I was truly awakened. My cock wanted this female and it wanted her now.

I had to get her away from here. Away from any danger, then I could allow the eager brute to do the thinking for me.

She tilted her head to the side and licked her lips, looking me over as if her desire was as strong as mine. Bright color flagged her cheeks, her eyes wide, searching. Roving. Perhaps I would be blessed with a lusty mate, one as eager to claim me as I was her. I didn’t care who she was or what planet she was from. She was mine.