Alien Invasion: A Warrior Prince Romance (The Tourin Legacy - Part 1) Page 4

  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 ship yard, 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 me to train with the humans. Regardless of how his father despised the idea.

  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 shrunk back.

  These are humans, not Keltairs. 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 red-head 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.

  “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 of him. Unlike the dark-haired beauty. His muscles tightened. It was the strange woman’s fault. Once he buried himself inside of 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 he realized that he was part Keltair, the officers 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 him finally come free, now that he knew that part of him wouldn’t get him killed.

  His time with 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 of him fled.