To Kiss a Warrior: An Alien Rogue Romance (Starflight Academy Book 1) Read online

  Shit. She was glad she'd brought her trusty vibrator, Turbo. Otherwise, this year was going to be the most frustrating one of her life. But she could manage, with Turbo's help, just as long as she stayed as far away as possible from Mr. Muscles.

  But for some reason, she was sure the real thing looked a hell of a lot better than something she'd have to leave charging by her bed each night.

  Chapter Two

  Liam wanted his father, Gurgo, to get the hell out of the way. The woman he'd just seen wanted to be fucked as badly as he wanted to fuck her. He could sense her needs from across the shipyard, and damn if he didn't want to satisfy them.

  "Are you listening to me?" the large Keltair invaded his space, puffing his chest out in a show of dominance.

  Liam knew better than to back down. He let his gaze run from the two white horns sharpened to deadly points on his head down to his deep brown face. The silver eyes that stared back at him grew paler in anger.

  "I heard you the first time."

  His father grasped his shoulders, squeezing them so hard Liam had to fight to ignore the growing pain. "This human academy is a dangerous place to be. Do you understand me? You have grown into a man, but you are not yet ready to Bond with a female. This place cares nothing for your unique needs as a Keltair. They will throw you in with their wanton females and rely on your own control."

  Staring into his father's eyes, he didn't blink. "I have lain with too many females to count. I don't fear them the way you do."

  His father spat on the ground. "Laying with them is different than being surrounded by them. Understand me well, son of my blood. If you form too close a relationship with any of them, I will have you removed to a Keltair training center. I will not risk you Bonding with a human who will toss you aside and leave you forever weakened, unable to Bond with another. Do you understand?"

  He shoved his father's hands away. "I do not need to be told the obvious or threatened like a youngling."

  They exchanged glares for one long instance before his father growled, "Enough! I must pay my respects." His voice grew harsher. "Not for the last time I'm sure."

  He turned away, heading for the academy.

  Liam watched him go. Had there ever been a better father? Not many males would push aside their pride to help their son. Or fight so hard to allow him to train with the humans.

  The man tried to hide his pain, but Liam had been there the day his father had found his only child, brought to the edge of death for his human appearance among the Keltair kind. All his dreams had come crashing down for his son that day. Not many men could so easily accept that the world they belonged to was the very world that would destroy their child. Nor would many males have extracted such a slow and systematic revenge on those who had harmed his blood.

  Liam took a deep breath, pushing his thoughts aside, and looked back for the female. She was gone.

  He closed his eyes and pictured her. Big breasts, a narrow waist, long legs. Her body pleased him in every way. Then, his thoughts strayed to her face. Had he ever seen eyes that color of green before? Never. They drew him in. He wanted to see how they widened with awe as he entered her. He'd grasp her fine mane of black hair and take her deeply.

  A ship lifted off noisily beside him, and he clenched his fists. What a time to be growing hard with need. The woman wasn't even present to please him!

  Turning back to his live ship, he reached in and took his bag. Unconsciously, he ran his knuckles along the hard shell of its body. Rest. Grow. I shall be back.

  The ship gave a soft hum of acknowledgment.

  An Airspace Marshal waved his hands in front of Liam's face, gesturing for him to move to the path. Liam wrapped one large hand around the side of his throat and drew him so close their breath mixed. The man gave a tiny squawk and shrank back.

  These are humans, not Keltair. He chided himself.

  Against his instincts, he loosed his grip on the man and let him wiggle free. "Continue as you were," he said, then tried to give a reassuring smile.

  The man shot away.

  They already think that having a half-Keltair at the academy will be a problem. I need to show them that we're not all war and death. That peace between our nations is plausible. I need to remember the time before my father took me, the days with Mother.

  He decided right then and there that he would do better. It would be difficult, but he'd relearn what it was to interact the human way.

  When he entered the academy, he was surprised by how large and grand it was. A Keltair would've called such a place a useless waste. When they trained, they selected the most dangerous terrains and pitted the males against each other. Mercy was for the weak, and only the strong survived. This place was?dainty. Pretty even.

  He hoped he'd made the right choice in coming here. He gritted his teeth. It had to be. If he ever wanted to serve on a ship other than a Keltair war machine, he'd need to graduate from here. And even then, the prejudice against his Keltair half would limit his options.

  Unless he proved himself a thousand times over.

  He joined a line of students, waiting for their assignments.

  A pretty redhead turned around. Her eyes widened and she spun back around. Not so subtly, she elbowed a petite blonde beside her. The other woman turned and, after the initial shock, let her mouth curve into a smile.

  "Hello, I'm Summer."

  He sensed her need, but he felt no stirrings of passion. Which was strange. She was pretty enough, wasn't she? "Hello."

  "You didn't tell me your name," she said, blinking her big lashes slowly.

  Staring at her, he wondered if she would be quite so flirtatious when she learned of the alien blood running through his veins. No doubt, by the end of the day, everyone would have reviewed the files of their fellow classmates. Then, he would know for sure, if he was any better off among the humans than he was among the Keltairs.

  "Liam."

  "L?i?a?m." She stretched out his name into four syllables, licking her lips. "I like it."

  An officer in black shouted for the next person in line, and the two women flushed with embarrassment.

  "Maybe I'll see you around," Summer whispered, winked, and left.

  He watched the two get their assignments with little interest. These women stirred nothing inside him. Unlike the dark-haired beauty. His muscles tightened. It was the strange woman's fault. Once he buried himself inside her, he could move on to the next woman. Like he always did.

  "Next!" the officer shouted.

  He approached the man and noticed how his annoyed expression faltered. The officer took his papers and typed into his computer. Liam knew the moment the man read that he was part Keltair when the officer's lips curled.

  "Your assignment is the Hawks. Top floor." His disgust was poorly concealed. "They're the best, and usually include our most talented recruits."

  Liam leaned in as he took his papers. "Thank you."

  The man cringed.

  As he walked away, Liam felt a spark of pride. Not only hadn't he grabbed the man's head and smashed it against the desk, he'd been polite. After eleven years of being under his father's care, he would slowly remember the ten-year-old boy who used to cook beside his mother in the kitchen. Who smiled and meant it. He would let the human side of himself finally come free, now that he knew that part of him wouldn't get him killed.

  His time in the academy would be wonderful. He'd find himself again. He'd interact with humans once more. Maybe even make some friends.

  And he'd track down the beautiful dark-haired woman and satisfy himself until the tension building inside him fled.

  Chapter Three

  The auditorium was jammed full of recruits for orientation. Light shone through windows high above, illuminating the whole room in a gentle glow. On stage, the teachers sat in awkwardly placed chairs, some chatting with one another, others scanning the students themselves.

  William's leg bumped Hannah's as it shook nervously, his new unifor
m resting in his lap. "What do you think is taking so long?"

  She shrugged, not really caring, and tried to move her leg farther from his. Unfortunately, the little desks were practically on top of each other, so her leg would either be against his or the stranger on the opposite side of her.

  Oh well. This was orientation day. No one cared how comfortable the chairs were or how well everyone would fit in the room. A certain amount of chaos was to be expected.

  Most of the students probably felt the same way William did, nervous and excited. But she'd visited nearly every planet in the Alliance and nothing really fazed her anymore. She'd seen kings and queens being crowned. She'd shaken the hands of ambassadors. And on the Allure, she'd been on the bridge witnessing countless battles and odd situations alike.

  The academy was exciting because it meant the beginning of her freedom, but it was really little more than a stepping stone to get where she really wanted to be. Captain Hannah Stowe.

  She never got sick of imagining what her future would bring.

  Looking toward the doorway, her breath caught in her throat. The ridiculously hot man she'd seen in the shipyard entered the room. His eyes scanned everyone quickly before he walked to the back of the room and leaned against the wall. The handful of overprotective parents near him shifted to give him more room.

  What an arrogant son of a bitch. His entire demeanor radiated "I own this room and everyone in it."

  She looked away, her heart beating rapidly. Trouble, trouble, trouble. That's exactly what you don't need. One night with him, and you'd be throwing away your career to chase some man around the galaxy like Mother.

  The thought chilled her to the core.

  Her focus remained trained on the stage for a painfully long time before Dean Sufters and her father walked in side by side, followed by two Keltairs. One of them, she was sure was the alien she'd seen in the shipyard earlier that day. The other, she recognized immediately as Professor Irtun. He often advised her father on diplomatic relationships with the Keltair nation, and now he would be her combat instructor. Both had smooth dark brown skin and twin horns on their heads, although the professor's were far larger.

  Of all the teachers at the academy, he was likely the only one who would recognize her. The rest hadn't seen her since she was a child. I hope he keeps my identity to himself if he does.

  When the students caught sight of her father, murmurs of excitement rose. By the time he reached the stage, the people around her had erupted into applause. To her annoyance, everyone around her stood, until students and teachers alike were standing and cheering for her father.

  She stayed seated, kicking at the duffel bag by her feet. If I'd been a little earlier, I could've already been to my room and put my stuff away.

  The guy next to her leaned down. "Oh my freaking God, it's Fleet Admiral Stowe! My parents are never going to believe this."

  He waited for her enthusiastic response. "Uh, yeah. Pretty amazing."

  Frowning, he stood straighter and applauded harder.

  "Students and teachers," her father's rich voice drowned out the sound of the clapping and, within a moment, everyone was seated and quiet. "It is a great honor that I get to address this year's new recruits." And suddenly, his gaze met hers. "I have high hopes for all of you. Do not disappoint me."

  He turned to the teachers behind him, shaking some hands, and returning the salutes of a few others. Heading back down the stairs, he cast her one last glance, then disappeared out the doors.

  She released the breath she was holding. He was gone. She was?free.

  Orientation went by in a blur, and shortly thereafter, she was squeezed into an elevator with a dozen other students. Shoved in the back, she tried to hide her annoyance as one overly friendly guy held the door open for one after another person. The guy in front of her shifted even closer, practically pressed up against her.

  She was about to shout for the idiot to let the doors close when Mr. Cocky himself squeezed in. The words died on her lips. People cleared from around him, squeezing into one another, and finally, the doors closed.

  As they stopped at each floor, a student or two would step out. When they got to the eleventh floor, a pretty blonde stepped out, casting an appraising glance back at the massive man before the doors closed once more. It took her a second to accept that they were both heading for the twelfth floor, and another second to accept that they were alone together.

  He looked back at her, then did a double take, his dark eyes widening. "You?"

  She stiffened, tossing her hair over one shoulder. "Did you need something?"

  He crossed the space between them and placed one arm above her, leaning in. Her gaze traveled from the buttons of his shirt, which strained across his broad chest, to his chiseled face. Time stood still.

  Every part of him screamed male. He smelled of rich spices and green life. Warmth radiated from his flesh, and his gaze held a possessiveness she longed to explore.

  "I'm Liam Fallow," he said. Each word held a rolling accent that sent the hairs on her arms standing on end. He lowered his mouth toward her own.

  The ding of the elevator had her ducking beneath his arm and out the door.

  "Where are you going?" he yelled after her, but she didn't slow.

  I can't be like Mother. I've got to focus.

  Halfway down the constantly curving hall, she found her room number. Her fingers shook as she typed in the code to open the doors.

  "What's your name?" he asked, suddenly at her side.

  She jumped, but forced her face to remain calm. "What's it to you?"

  The doors to her new room slid open, and she turned to him feigning absolute confidence, but he spoke before she could say any more.

  "I find you to be the most attractive woman I've ever set eyes on, and I'd like to know your name."

  She swallowed. "Hannah St?Clark. I'm Hannah Clark."

  Her head felt light as she stepped into her room and dropped her bag on the floor before turning back to stare at him.

  His appraising gaze traveled slowly up until he met her eyes. "Well, Hannah Clark, I intend to bed you before the day is out."

  It was a second until she could catch her breath enough to answer him. "Good luck with that."

  One corner of his lips quirked up as he took two steps away from her. "I don't think I'll need it, neighbor."

  The doors slowly slid shut as he was entering his code to the room across from her own.

  Shit. Shit. Shit. That's exactly what I don't need!

  She told herself to stay focus, to unpack, and to prepare for the night's celebration. Especially before William got back from purchasing his secondhand books, since he'd be all over her then, his nerves palpable. But staying focused was harder than she imagined. Her entire body hummed with need?with tension, and she knew exactly how she could ease every muscle in her body. And the thought alone was enough to make her legs tremble.

  Focus! Damn it!

  She inventoried her room. It was incredible by academy standards. The Hawks usually came from wealthy background, so the academy couldn't exactly stuff them into small, shared spaces like the other cadets.

  Even though it was a massive difference from what she was used to.

  A pristine white kitchen was to the right, with its food combiner and rehydrator exactly where they should be. Standard blue couches with The Starflight Academy logo were in front of her. A model of a miniature Level 10 ship served as a coffee table centerpiece. The bed and dresser in the back were small but functional.

  She moved past the bed, where her larger suitcase had already been delivered. Opening the drawers to her dresser, she unpacked her clothes, her thoughts on Liam Fallow and his sexy accent. It'd been such an unfamiliar combination, a little Irish, and something harsher.

  When was the last time she'd heard an accent she didn't recognize? She loved a good mystery. And a mystery man? Even better.

  Her hand closed around Turbo, and she looked down a
t it in surprise.

  Turbo. That's exactly what she needed to calm her raging hormones. And since it was waterproof, she could take a shower and get ready at the same time.

  Chapter Four

  Liam unpacked his things and headed for the hall. The woman wanted him. Why was she denying it? He would approach her again. He would tell her how he could please her, and she would be his for the night.

  Then, his thoughts could be his own again.

  The doors to his room slid open on Professor Irtun's scowling face. Even for a Keltair, he was old. Silver slid through his black locks, and his horns were longer than almost any he'd seen before. He had to be older than his grandfather?perhaps three or four hundred years old, at least.

  "Your father has requested I keep my eyes on you."

  Calm. Respect your elders.

  "I do not need such help."

  Professor Irtun strode past him and into his room, glaring around before turning back to Liam. "You are only the seventh Keltair to ever be allowed at The StarFlight Academy of Turonga. It is an honor beyond your youthful understanding. Your success or failure will reflect upon us all."

  He took a deep breath, unclenching his fists. "Grandfather," he started, using the term of respect, "I understand my responsibility."

  A hiss emanated from the old man's throat. "You know nothing!" He spat, then sat on the dark couch. For a long minute, he didn't speak, just glared. "Your father tells me you have the face of a human and the heart of a Keltair. If this is true, I have a lot to be concerned with. Humans are weak, squishy creatures driven by their feelings and emotions. We must walk among them with gentle steps or we'll crush them. And because they multiply like rabbits, their numbers alone make them a dangerous enemy."

  "They aren't my enemy," he spoke truthfully.

  The old man nodded, the anger in his face easing. "That will make this much easier." He paused, setting his boots upon the coffee table. "Your father tells me you have excelled in every test, and that your results, along with your human demeanor, are the reason our leaders sponsored your training here. But you must know, half the people here will suspect you are a spy, and the other half will simply fear you because of your race."

  Knowing that it was unwise to stay standing when one's elder sat, Liam eased into the large chair facing the old man. "Do you think it was any easier to train with the Keltair when I have the face of a human? I can handle this place."