Vexing Voss:Coletti Warlords 03(7)

Voss's voice was a purr of menace. "You issue another challenge?"

"No. I'm merely stating the facts." I practically ran up the cracked  sidewalk. Dear God, it was like my evil twin had taken over my brain and  was deliberately trying to piss off Voss.

I eyed the faded picture of the Virgin of Guadalupe taped to a cracked  window. It'd take a miracle to escape the Battle Commander.

Pounding frantically on the door, I shouted, "Hey! I accidentally hit your truck."

The door flew open, and the real Jose Chavez stood there. His eyes widened in shock. "What the fuck?"

"Hola," I said and shot him with my handy-dandy tranquilizer gun.

Jose's eyes rolled back in his head, and down he went.

Grabbing his legs, I dragged him inside the house and shut the door. My radar went on red alert, and I instinctively ducked.

A black cast-iron skillet missed my skull by an inch.

I spun around, and this tiny Hispanic grandmother dressed like a hooker took another swing at me. "Te voy a matar!"

I jumped back. The skillet whizzed by my nose and took out a lamp. I  think she said she was going to kill me. Now was that nice? I hadn't  hurt her son.

"Me cago en la madre que te pario," she snarled as she came at me again.

Did she really say, "I shit on the mother who gave birth to you?" I backed away, tripped over an end table, and fell.

The old biddy raised the skillet over her head. "Die, puta!"

Power rippled around the stuffy room.

Shit! He had found me. I scuttled backward as Granny tried to bash my head in again.

The Battle Commander appeared, yanked the skillet away from her, and pointed to a chair. "Sit!"                       
       
           



       

Her eyes glassy and unfocused, Granny obediently sat.

I shot to my feet and eyed the door.

"Go ahead, I love a good chase," he said with an evil grin.

"You mean a very short chase," I retorted.

Voss shrugged and surveyed me from head to toe. "Another excellent disguise."

"I won't let you stop me."

A smile touched his hard mouth. "You have two choices. Either you drop  your shields and accept me as your mate, or I take you back to my ship  and lock you up."

My stomach knotted in dismay. "I know this is a difficult concept for a  Coletti to grasp, but I have no desire to become your broodmare."

Voss cocked an eyebrow. "Broodmare? Explain."

"You know, you take me back to Tanith, and every year I pop out a little warrior for you."

"You find having my children unappealing?"

"If that's my only purpose in life, you bet your ass I would find it unappealing."

The Battle Commander stalked closer and closer. "You are not nor will  you ever be just a breeder. I chose you because you are a warrior. I  need a mate who is fearless, powerful, and cunning. I want you, Zoey  Jones. No other."

I backed into the tiny kitchen. Cunning? Fearless? Really? He scared the  piss out of me. "So you won't stop me from going after the traitors?"

"You agree to finish the mating bond now, and we will hunt them together."

I gaped at him in horror. "You want to do the nasty here? In front of them?"

"Refuse, and you will never find your mother's killer."

For a brief moment I considered filling him full of lead, but the  bastard was wearing his battle armor. I had no choice but to surrender,  and he knew it. "I have your word that we are full partners in the hunt  for the traitors?"

"Yes."

"Then we have a deal, but if you break it, I will kill you," my evil twin spat.

Voss threw back his head and roared with laughter.

"I'm glad you find me so amusing."

"Your defiance is a refreshing change."

"I guess you are used to scaring the snot out of people. Maybe if you  stopped stealing women, you'd make a few more friends, and everyone  would stop trying to kill you."

"We do what we must to survive."

"What a load of crap."

His face hardened, and he commanded, "Drop your shields."

God, I hoped I was doing the right thing. I had to find Mom's killers  and stop the traitors, no matter what the consequences. I lowered my  shields, flinching as he slid into my mind and made himself at home. I  could feel him sifting through my memories of Paul.

I hissed, "Jealous?"

His big hand stroked my neck possessively. "He was your only lover, and as a warrior should, he died protecting you."

I bristled as the old pain swept through me. "Those memories are private. Stay the hell out of them."

His hand tightened. "Take off your pants."

Say what? No foreplay? Not even a kiss? "You want to have sex with me looking like a guy?"

"I will have you no matter what you look or smell like," Voss growled.

I had used the antidote cream after my escape, but the faint scent of  skunk still clung to me. It took every ounce of courage I had to remove  my gun belt and drop it on the counter. "We really don't have time for  this."

Implacable resolve filled Voss's eyes, and he drawled ominously, "There is no going back. Take off your pants."

Nervously I chewed on my lower lip. I could do this. So their penises were different from humans. How bad could it be?

"I don't have any pubic hair either," Voss added.

That I could live with. I slowly toed off my boots. "And how about balls? You got any of those?"

"No."

"Paul had nice big ones."

A dangerous light glittering in his eyes, Voss queried, "Do you think I care?"

"Probably not." I sucked in a deep breath and removed my jeans, revealing the Askole armor.

Voss shook his head in disbelief. "You were the one who ordered the child-sized armor?"

"Yep, you should have seen the general's face when he got the bill." I smiled at the memory of his tirade.                       
       
           



       

Something thrashed wildly against the front of Voss's pants.

Okay, that was a bit freaky. "You got a critter in your pants?"

"No," he growled through gritted teeth.

Then it hit me. It was his snake penis thingy. "Is it supposed to do that?"

"The drive to complete the mating bond is very strong."

No kidding. It was almost as if the thing was trying to eat its way out.  I backed away from him. "Kinda like the salmon swimming upstream, huh?"

"It's not quite the same." The Battle Commander pounced with a ferocity  that startled me, and with one quick movement had my armor off.

Panic bubbled up. "Wait! Can I see it first?"

Voss sat me on the counter. "See it?"

"You know, your snake penis thingy."

He stared at me for a long moment and then nodded. "Yes, you may examine  my thingy." He removed his weapons belt, boots, and battle suit.

Wowzers, that was one fine ass. Tight. Muscled.

Voss turned.

His chest was so ripped, and I wanted to lick every inch of it. My eyes  bugged out. Holy guacamole! A slit had opened in his abdomen, and out it  slid. His penis was snakelike with a frill of tentacles around the top.  Kinda freaky.

"Freaky?" The Battle Commander's voice was a low growl.

Oh hell! I had forgotten the cardinal rule. Never, ever make fun of a  guy's penis. "No need to get all snarky. I was just a  little … uh … surprised. Can I touch it?"

"Yes." The snake stopped, and the copper-colored frill opened and closed almost as if it was scenting the air.

I reached down and wrapped a hand around it. It was velvety to touch, but I could feel a steel-like hardness beneath the skin.

The tentacles petted my hand.

An amazed laugh broke from me. "I think he likes me." The snake grew in size. "A lot."

A shudder shook Voss, and he barked, "Spread your legs."

"But … " I pointed at his now enormous penis. "That's never gonna fit."

He bared his fangs in a vicious snarl. "Do it."

I quickly obeyed. Someone was being a cranky butt.

Voss dropped his shields, and his overwhelming need slammed into my  mind. It was a wild, out-of-control rush of hunger only I could satisfy.

My body suddenly burned, ached for him. I needed him inside me. I needed to touch him. I wanted his possession.

Voss was everywhere. The gentle brush of his mind against mine was  incredibly intimate. He slid a calloused palm under the elastic bandage  wrapped around my chest and stroked my breasts, sending pleasure  cascading over me.

I licked and suckled his right nipple. God, I loved his spicy taste, the way his muscles danced beneath my fingers.

His greedy mouth fastened on mine, branding me, claiming me.

"You are mine," Voss rumbled in my head.

My body convulsed as his engorged penis thrust into me and penetrated my  womb. I screamed as the tentacles pulsed and vibrated wildly. Hooboy.  Who needed sex toys? Even better-no batteries.