Defying The Alliance (Novokin Alliance Invasion 1) by Bobbi Ross

skeck! Here he was saving my life again. Hopefully whatever he was doing was diverting the scans, while I was busy thinking of ways to take advantage of him. Heck, where we even compatible? I let out a quick breath, causing his golden-brown nipple to harden and pull taut.
    He responded with a stiff pressure that pushed against my belly from below his coiled gold belt. Yup! We certainly seemed – compatible . The vibrations he was generating stopped, and the only thing that remained was the pulsating hardness of his arousal against my stomach. Oh yeah, we were definitely compatible.
    In the ultimate display of bad timing the communicator squawked in my ear. "Captain are you there?" Jaxx chirped.
    I sighed. "Please, tell me you’re off the station and headed to our usual fallback rendezvous."
    “Negative Captain. You know I’d never leave you behind. But I’ve got good news. The scan is complete. We were able to send some Dauniete ghost images to one of the upper decks during the last part of the scan to confuse their sensors. We are tracking major Alliance movement to that area. The coast should be clear. Come on home."
    “You disregarded my explicit orders Commander. I should have you shot for that. You got me? Right after you give birth to my godchildren, of course.” I hollered and the line went quite. A few seconds later I mumbled, “Thank you, Jaxx.”
    “Captain," he said as if insulted, "remember protocol."
    I turned my head back again to appraise golden boy of the situation. He was already staring down at me, his hazel eyes flecked with gold, now deep and dark with hunger. Maybe this is the most action he's had all year too. I bit my lip before I spoke. "It seems like we’re free to go now. I owe you a debt of gratitude big boy."
    His look intensified if that was even possible. "No, brave Terran warrior, it is I who owe you a life debt. Your actions here today have shamed me back to an honorable path. And I thank you for it."
    "Um, sure...You’re welcome. Well, the least I can do is offer you a ride."
    His smile stretched from ear to ear at this, and the throbbing on my belly intensified.
    Down big boy!

Epilogue
     
    Buzz! Buzz!
    The man in the bed shifted uncomfortably.
    Buzz! Buzz!
    He cursed under his breath. He was groggy with drink and his body ached from the games earlier that evening.
    Buzz! Buzz!
    His temper flared and he turned toward the door of his cabin, "Cease that infernal buzzing!"
    Blessedly, the infernal noise stopped. But nothing else happened. Oh yes, he'd forgotten, protocol. "Enter. Enter!"
    The thick metallic door slid open letting in a cold blinding light from the hallway obscured only by the lone figure standing in the doorway. He grumbled his dissatisfaction while his eyes adjusted to the light. The man outside had enough sense to wait until he was summoned. A gesture waved him in.
    A man garbed in a crisp military uniform stepped through the door. His eyes went wide as saucers for a moment, his gaze focused on the floor next to the supreme commander's bed. He caught himself and addressed the senior Novokin officer. "Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you, Sir."
    He sat up, letting his cover pool at his naked waist and glowered at the younger man. "Get on with it Lieutenant, what's so important you've got to wake me at...0300 hours in the morning. I hope it is very important, for your sake."
    The lieutenant swallowed hard. He stood ramrod straight, arms down at his sides and eyes forced up when he gave his report. "Sir we've had a message from the Station Chief serving on the Deep Proteus space station 5. An incident occurred, Sir. It involves information the Supreme Commander himself, you Sir had flagged."
    "Well, don't be obtuse Lieutenant, what is it?"
    Sweat beaded on his forehead, and a rivulet ran down a light purple cheek, which identified him as a Novokin. "Sir, apparently one of the rogue captains from the ex-Protectorate army was briefly scanned by an advertising bot, during a