Vexing Voss:Coletti Warlords 03(8)

I wriggled and squirmed as the vibrations intensified. "Oh God. That's incredible."

"Mine," Voss shouted again. His penis seesawed across my clit.

Nearly helpless with desire, I grabbed his buttocks and hung on. The  fiery mating of our mouths was almost primal. Voss filled that empty  void inside my heart, and I knew he would never leave me. I was his for  all eternity. I felt the mating bond snap in as a brain-jelling orgasm  hit. Boneless, I slumped across the counter as spasm after spasm shook  me. Oh my God! Sex with a warlord was an incredible, mind-blowing rush.

Voss put his uniform back on. "Get dressed. We hunt now."

I struggled into a sitting position and glared at him. "So much for coital bliss."

Pure male satisfaction flashed in his eyes as he tossed me my armor. "I made you a promise."

"True, but next time I expect more than a slam, bam, thank you, ma'am."

A wicked smile pulled at Voss's mouth. "You are going to be a very demanding mate."

"Very." My body craved his touch. I wanted to rub myself all over him.  I …  Crap. What I had read about the mating bond was true. There would be  no divorce or separation. Only death would part us. I hurriedly dressed  and fished the car keys out of Jose's pocket.                       
       
           



       

The Battle Commander held out his hand and announced arrogantly, "I will drive the vehicle."

"You know how to drive?"

"I know how to pilot many vehicles."

"Yeah, but cars aren't quite like spaceships."

"You doubt my skills?" His tone was more than a bit testy as he snatched the keys away from me.

Smothering a groan, I grabbed my bag of tricks and followed him out the door. Male pride was such a fragile thing.

Voss picked me up, gently put me in the truck, and climbed in.

I slid over, fighting back a laugh. The big guy barely fit behind the steering wheel.

He inserted the key into the ignition. "Machine on."

A giggle escaped me.

With a puzzled frown, Voss asked, "That is not the correct command?"

"Nope." I turned the key, and the engine roared to life. "You know, it might be a really good idea if I drive."

"I am the Overlord's Battle Commander. There is not a machine I cannot operate."

"Okey dokey, then." I quickly fastened my seat belt. This should be fun.

He studied the gearshift for a moment, put the truck in reverse, and gunned it.

Bam! The rear bumper slammed into the passenger side of my car, smashing the door in.

"Oh my God! Look what you did to my car."

"You have no further need of it," Voss replied callously and put the truck into drive, plowing over a dead bush.

"Oh hell no, you are not getting off that easy. You're going to buy me a new car, buster."

Voss shot me an annoyed look. "Once we have found the traitors, we are leaving Earth."

The bastard expects me to give up everything? "This is my home."

"You are my mate, and it is your duty to follow me."

"Even into battle?"

"A tiny female cannot defeat a warrior. "

"Really? I took you, Jaylan, and your goons down."

"It won't happen again.

My eyes widened in horror. He wasn't slowing down for the red light. "Red light!"

"I see it."

I let out a shriek as he sailed through the intersection, barely missing an old lady in an old battered van. "Red means stop!"

"I do not obey your laws," the big guy growled.

"I'm not dying in a car accident because you're a pigheaded moron." To  my dismay, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I had been in my mother's  mind when she died. I couldn't shut out the memory of her agony.

Voss shifted through my memories, and the pain faded. "Her death will be avenged."

"Damn right it will, snookums." Fire ants suddenly crawled across my  mind. My psychic abilities made me Earth's first line of defense against  the alien invaders. A very useful talent. Opening my Siren senses, I  reached out, searching for the Tai-Kok raiders. The monsters were close.  Too close.

"How many do you sense?"

"Not many. It's a small raiding party." I cocked my head. Well, that's weird. "Why would the Tai-Kok have a Coletti with them?"

The Overlord's Battle Commander's presence filled my mind. "Show me."

I instinctively obeyed.

"Malik," Voss hissed.

"Sweet Jesus! Malik, the Overlord's traitorous son?"

"Yes." Voss severed our link. Ignoring the oncoming traffic, he whipped  the truck across three lanes of traffic and brought it to an abrupt  stop.

"What's wrong?"

"I'll be back," he growled and teleported.

What? Did he think he was the Terminator? Okay, he kind of was, but if  he thought he could pull a vanishing act without any kind of explanation  he was sadly mistaken. I scooted into the driver's seat and headed for  the Latin King's Family Farm. El Jefe waited.





Chapter Five

The closer I got to the Latin King's Family Farm, the stronger the  burning sensation in my head grew. The meeting was definitely going down  there. Big surprise. Malik was in cahoots with the Tai-Kok and the  traitors.

Ahead of me, a battered sign with a large egg on it proclaimed LATIN  KING'S FAMILY FARM THREE MILES. I turned onto the dirt road.

Lifeless trees from a long-abandoned orange grove rose like blackened  specters around me. Ten years of war with the Tai-Kok and Rodan raiders  had pretty much destroyed our economy. Arizona's once-flourishing orange  groves were being slowly reclaimed by the desert.                       
       
           



       

"Go back to the base and wait for me," Voss commanded. His tone was that of a predator hot on the trail of his prey.

That lying sack of shit was going after the traitors without me. "You promised we would hunt them together."

The Battle Commander's anger rolled across my mind. "I hunt a viciously  cunning warlord, not weak humans. You will immediately leave the battle  area."

In my best timid-mouse voice, I replied, "As my lord commands."

"Zoey," Voss growled in warning.

"Yes, poopsie?"

"It is my duty to protect you."

"You chose me because I'm a warrior. I can and will fight at your side."

"You are no match for a warlord."

How quickly they forget.

My psychic radar went on red alert, and I quickly scanned the area. "Hey, there's another Coletti warrior coming up behind you."

I felt Voss's surprise. "Degan is one of my warriors, but I did not summon him."

Agony seared through every cell in my body. I fought back the blackness  threatening to engulf me and barely managed to pull off to the side of  the road. "What the hell was that?"

"Stun ray," Voss hissed before our link was severed abruptly by another blast of agonizing pain.

I sucked in a shuddering breath and waited for the pain to subside.  Being stunned hurt like a sonovabitch. I reached out. "Voss, you okay?  Voss? Answer me, dammit!"

His only response was a muted groan.

Cold fear slithered down my spine. We had another fucking traitor. Honor  was going the way of the dodo bird. Malik was probably rubbing his  hands with glee at the thought of parading the Overlord's battle  commander around in chains.

A year ago, I had hacked Central Command's records, trying to get  information on the traitors, and had stumbled upon a report on Malik.  He's a monster. Not only had he betrayed his own people, he had  kidnapped and tortured his brother, Talree, in an attempt to turn him  into a feral monster. My cousin, Kaylee's, timely intervention had saved  him from that fate.

Malik's master plan was to rule the galaxy. To achieve that goal, he  would capture as many Coletti warriors as he could get his hands on and  turn them into an army of bloodthirsty, mindless killing machines. Once  he had these ferals under control, the psychotic creep would sic them on  his people. If he defeated his father, Zarek, no one would be safe.  Earth would again become a feeding ground for Tai-Kok and Rodan raiders.

No way would I let that happen. If Malik thought ferals were vicious, he  had never met an Earth woman with PMS. I made Attila the Hun look like a  pussycat.

Grabbing hold of Voss's mind, I shouted, "Wake up! Are you really gonna  let that bastard win? You're the Battle Commander, the universe's  bogeyman. C'mon, wake up! You can't become Malik's attack dog!"

His faint whisper sounded in my head. "Summon Jaylan."

The low mechanical whine of an aircraft filled the air. I glanced up. A  black bullet-shaped shuttle craft zoomed over the rows of long metal  chicken houses and feed silos.

My radar screamed a warning. Eight Tai-Kok raiders were inside. I  mentally scanned the ship. So were Malik, Voss, and that rat-bastard  Degan.