Ascension Saga, Book 1. Grace Goodwin
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shit.” Destiny’s jaw dropped. “Is that an Atlan? I’d heard they were big, but—”
“Hubba-hubba. Trinity, maybe he could help with that itch you want to scratch.” From the back seat, Faith waved, a huge, very genuine smile on her face.
“No way,” I countered. “Not happening. We’ve got to get inside and get someone to transport us to Alera. Now. I don’t have time to scratch my itch.” I was not happy about any of this bullshit, and I didn’t want to take a chance. He was magnificent, but he wasn’t Aleran. I was afraid I’d kill him, too, no matter how big and fierce he looked.
“Yeah, don’t want to give our special friends a show anyway,” Faith added. “Let’s go!”
As we’d planned—about five minutes ago when the SUV decided to try to stop us from getting here—we figured our best bet was to beg for asylum. Jumping the first huge alien hottie I came across wasn’t part of that. “Doesn’t look like he’s going to let us drive through him.”
“Don’t you dare hurt a single hair on that magnificent alien’s head,” Faith ordered. She sighed...dramatically. “Damn. I think I need an Atlan.”
“Oh hell, no. You’re not going into heat, too, are you?” Destiny was serious. And I was worried. They were only three years younger than I was, but Mother had been watching me like a hawk since I’d turned twenty-two, figured I was a late bloomer because there were no Aleran males around to rev my engine.
But the twins were half human, so who knew? “Faith?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes. “No, my Vah-Jay-Jay is not melting. I’m fine.”
Destiny raised her brows.
“Seriously. I wouldn’t lie about it. Not now.” She looked over her shoulder at our special friends and grinned. “Looks like they’re not sure what the big, bad alien is going to do either.”
“They won’t wait around forever. Get out,” I told them. “Let’s run for it.”
As if they could hear me, the men behind us opened their car doors and got out, using the doors as shields. The giant in front of us took two steps forward, a frown on his face when he spotted the men climbing from their car. I watched as the duo chasing us looked at each other, trying to decide what to do, whether or not they wanted us badly enough to take on a huge-ass alien.
“Who are they anyway, and why are they after us?” I asked.
“I can go all female Rambo on them,” Destiny said, determined. “Just say the word.”
I shook my head. “No. The smartest thing is to get the hell off of Earth.”
I looked out the windshield and spotted two more big warriors heading in our direction from behind the Atlan. Reinforcements. Apparently, we were drawing a crowd.
“Go!” I didn’t have time to worry about whether or not my sisters would listen to me. Our mother was missing. No, not missing. She’d been taken. And we were going to get her back.
Grabbing my backpack, I opened the driver’s door and ran for the giant as fast as I could. Destiny beat me to him, of course, dashing past him screaming “Sanctuary!” at the top of her lungs. I ran, slightly out of breath by the time I reached him, more from adrenaline than from the distance. But Faith…
“Damn it, Faith! Come on, or I’ll shoot you myself.” Destiny stood between two hulking giants as I stood behind the original alien who’d stopped our car. Faith, however, was barely jogging, swinging her bag in the air, taunting the government, or military, or whoever they hell they were—agents behind her. They could have caught her. Easily. And she knew it. But she always loved a good cat and mouse game, and she knew the humans wouldn’t want to mess with her with the alien hotness surrounding us.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” She was smiling. Radiant. The giant closest to me stirred to attention, looking at her. With a grin, she patted him on the biceps as she walked past, the top of her head not even coming up to his shoulder. “Thanks, big guy.”
“My pleasure, my lady.” He bowed slightly to her.
The agents walked forward but stopped at the open doors of our car, peering inside. Perhaps hoping we’d left a decoded message about the alien ship that landed at our house this morning. Insane, right? But no such luck for them. All they’d find were sweaty gym clothes and some mint gum my mom kept in the cup holder.
Still, they lingered. Safe now, sure the aliens wouldn’t allow these men to take us anywhere we might not come back from, I stood and watched with my arms crossed.
“Please, Miss Jones. We just want to ask you and your sisters a few questions.” The older agent actually took off his sunglasses. He looked like he was about fifty, his gaze hard, but not evil. He looked like what he was, a warrior. Maybe a different kind than the giants guarding the Coalition building, but a fighter all the same. An Earth warrior of some kind. CIA, NSA, some other letters...
“I’m sorry,” I replied. “I told you on the phone, we can’t give you any answers.”
He took a small recorder out of his pocket and placed it on the hood of the car. No doubt he was taking video as well as audio records. “And your father? What about him? Where is he?”
“Stay away from my dad, you asshole.” Destiny took two steps forward, but the warrior standing next to her placed a massive hand on her shoulder to hold her back. She glared up at him, completely unafraid, and shook off his touch. But she stayed. Thank God. I didn’t want her to have to face murder charges if she decided she wanted to come back home. After.
“Our father is safe. And the problem will be taken care of. You have my word on that, officer…” I doubted he’d give me a name. But he did. Kind of.
“Agent Smith.”
“Smith, huh? Right.”
“Just as your name is Trinity Jones.”
“It’s on my birth certificate.”
“Of course. But we already know your father is not Adam Jones. His name is…” He looked down at an old-fashioned notepad. “His given name is Baxter Adam Buchanan, born in Boston. And your mother…” He looked at his notepad again. “Hmmm. Strange. We can’t find any verifiable record of your mother at all. Care to explain that, Miss Jones? Or the alien vessel that we tracked to your home early this morning?”
They knew Dad’s real name? Shit. They’d dug deeper than I thought in such a short time. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered now but getting off the planet and finding my mother. Yes, it sounded ludicrous… having to leave Earth, but reality proved we weren’t Disney princesses.
“No, I don’t.” I stepped up to the big alien next to me and looked up, way up, into his face. If he’d been angry, or mean, he’d have been ten times scarier than the M-I-B who had just chased us down. But he was neither. He looked, curious—and ready to kill to defend me, which made me feel safer than I had for hours. Since those monsters had stormed the house and grabbed our mother, screaming, from her bed. Had it only been this morning?
“I need to see Warden Egara, please,” I told him. “It’s an emergency.”
While I found him attractive, my desire wasn’t all that strong. Sure, I wanted to have a man—or big, hot alien induced orgasm—but it wasn’t going to be from him. I saw no interest in his eyes. No heat, only duty. And while the need to fuck grew stronger every day because of the Aleran heat women went into, I wasn’t going to get it on with just any big cock. No, it had to be Aleran cock. Someone big and powerful and strong enough to survive me.
Inwardly, I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have time to be going insane with lust.
The alien bowed at the waist, breaking me from my thoughts. “Of course, my lady.” He held out his arm to direct me toward the building,