Alien Warrior's Challenge (Brion Brides 8)(5)

"So you understand?" Paula asked, hope seeping into her voice. "We need to get to the cure."

"We will," the captain said simply. "I promise you that."

Paula's sigh of relief was audible even on the battlefield. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the major looking at them with a cruel smile on his lips.

"I haven't had the chance to introduce myself," the captain said, looking at her with such deep emotion in his eyes that Paula felt overwhelmed by his attention. "I am Kerven. I am a captain of the Brion’s fleets above Jumel, under the command of General Braen. You told me you were a doctor? That's a healer, if I'm not mistaken?"

Paula smiled, feeling like a blushing teenager meeting her celebrity crush for the first time.

For the love of god, girl, get your act together! You have two degrees, whatever you do, don't giggle like a "blondie".

"Yes," she said with all the dignity she could muster when what her imagination wanted more than anything in the world at that moment was to get the captain naked and lick him all over. "A sort of a healer. I'm a surgeon. Right now, I'm sent here by the Galactic union   to make sure we get the cure the Kappa section needs."

"Admirable position," Kerven said, more than a hint of interest in his deep voice.

Paula didn't dare to look in Major Burton's direction.

"Now that I know what's going on here, I think I can form a plan," the captain went on, his lingering gaze leaving Paula with a feeling he'd just carved his initials into her heart. "Major, summon your officers. You should join us too, Miss Allen. We will need your expertise, someone to identify the seeds when my men secure the location."

"She likes to be called "Doctor" Allen," Burton cut in unhelpfully and it was all Paula could do not to slap him right then and there.

To her great pleasure, Kerven apparently picked up on the dynamic between them with ease.

The look he sent Paula told her he wasn't interested in or moved by Burton's words and it made her immensely glad. As they headed for the meeting, Kerven suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her to the shadow of one of the dropships, which hovering nearby as a shield against possible aerial strikes.

She narrowly caught herself from yelping as his strong grip locked around her wrist.

"Go ahead and arrange the war council," he called to Burton without lifting his deep blue eyes from Paula. "I need a moment with my – with Miss Allen."

"It's Paula," she said when the major had stomped away with what passed for a roll of his eyes and the captain led her to the ship.

As soon as they were out of sight of anyone on the field, the look on Kerven's face changed. For a second, she thought she'd said something wrong. Then she saw that the emotion behind the captain's eyes was anything but malevolent. It was nothing short of loving, in the endless, boundless kind of way only Brions were capable of.

Oh no…

She knew what he was going to say before the words left his lips.

"You are my gesha," Kerven said, pulling her closer to him.

His hands around her felt incredible, like he was born to wrap her into the embrace of those amazing, strong arms.#p#分页标题#e#

"You are my fated," the captain went on, ignoring the sound of an explosion somewhere on the battlefield. "The one destined for me. From here on until the darkness takes me, I am yours and you are mine."

Oh boy. I was so wrong. I don't think "distraction" even begins to cover this.





6





Paula





Gesha.

The word used to be a mysterious term only applying to the distant and ominous Brions, but times had changed. Now the whole Galactic union   knew about their miraculous bonds and the fated couples – of the gerion and gesha.

Even on Terra that wasn't exactly the galactic center of anything, although they were very valued members of the union  .

Especially on Terra, given that several of the mighty Brion generals had found Terran brides. Kerven's own general, as well as seemingly most of the others, had a human fated, so the fact that she was apparently also one didn't come as such a surprise to Paula as it had been for the first of them.

Still, it knocked the air out of her lungs for several long moments.

Not good. Very bad timing. Why didn't you come around when I wasn't already married to the union  ?

Brions didn't joke around with the words "forever" and "fated". They believed in their bonds with unshakeable faith and were willing to do anything for them. The union   even had certain exceptions for them, based on the unbreakable ties that the bond formed between the two people involved.

A Brion always put their fated first, above everything. Paula knew that much. She’d sighed wistfully at the concept just like about every other Terran woman, after the story of Diego and Isolde came to the attention of the general public.

It was daunting, to say the least. Which wasn't to say it was an unpleasant surprise, necessarily.

Just a surprise, for now.

Paula bit back the question of whether he was sure. Brions were always sure about those things. The warrior species hadn't developed a very sophisticated sense of humor to begin with and they most certainly didn't joke around with the thing they held most sacred.

Instead, she said, "I see."

Once again, great wording. They should put that on a greeting card. “What to say when a man promises his heart to you for life.”

Shaking her head clear of self-deprecating humor, Paula smiled, knowing that the first moments were vital in establishing a relationship with a Brion man. The other geshas, the brides of the generals, had all had their stories published. She'd read all of them and knew what to avoid.

Calling the bond foolish. Doubting it. Also, hiveminds.

She had picked up a few other core truths about the matter. As Kerven regarded her with his bottomless blue eyes, a fire burning in the depths like a firework display under water, Paula considered her choices in life.

Other than her career, there wasn't much to revise. She'd been so focused on getting to where she needed to be that human interaction had somewhat suffered and her romantic life had been non-existent for a while. So the six-footer in front of her was a dish for the eyes and the heart both.

The captain looked like he'd just stepped off some illustration about the perfection of the male body. As a member of the medical personnel, Paula would know, and be entirely prepared and certified to admire it.

The one thing that raced through her mind at the speed of lightning was the conclusion of all the tales of the Brion brides. Every last one of them gave in. No fighting, no stubbornness, no argument held against the sheer charisma, power and emotion of the Brion men. Nothing compared to them and they were undeniably superior to every other male creature that walked the galaxy.

That might also be the core problem of their arrogance.

Paula realized she hadn't said anything for almost a minute. The smile on Kerven's lips and the flicker in his eyes told her that he knew perfectly well how many layers down she was in ripping the armor off his body with her gaze.

It was embarrassing, but Paula knew there was no need for it. Her gerion welcomed it, undoubtedly.

"Do you know what that means?" he asked her.

It means you think I'm yours, no questions asked.

It suddenly occurred to Paula how private the dropship was. There didn't seem to be anyone around. She would have said a few strong words about premature presumptions if she wasn't so turned on by his mere presence.

Even without his little rescue act before, everything about Kerven spoke about masculinity in its purest form and she couldn't resist him any more than a bee could resist a flower.#p#分页标题#e#

Still, a woman had to have some pride. War was no place to start falling head over heels for someone, right?

"I do," she said. "It means you want me to come with you when you leave this planet and take up the permanent position of a bed-warmer. I see you plan to begin right now from our lack of company, although I must point out the bed is also missing."

Halfway through the sentence, Paula realized that it might not have been the smartest way to talk to a Brion, but she couldn't stop herself. To her amazement, Kerven didn't seem to mind her tone at all, or the argument itself.

"I would be thrilled to have you in my bed," he growled, the sexy, deep voice tearing right through all the barriers Paula thought she had.

Even listening to that man was better than half the guys she'd been with. Every syllable was etched with confidence and vigor. The captain was a man who took what he wanted and Paula didn't need to look very deeply to see what he wanted was her.

She'd never liked the thought of being prey for someone more than in that moment.

"Only you are my gesha," Kerven went on, becoming serious. "It may seem to you and many other species in the galaxy that with that word, Brions lay a claim on a woman and carry her off somewhere. That is not even close to the truth. You are my fated and my equal. I will not force you, but don't think for a second I will leave you."

"It takes a Brion to make that sound like a compliment and praise – to promise not to force me into anything."

The captain still didn't seem even a little offended. Instead, the fire in his eyes blew into an inferno as he took a step closer and Paula realized suddenly how very close they were. Her back was against the wall, literally.