Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Makayla & Her Guardian

Falcon carried her into the spaceship and Makayla leaned toward his neck, putting her nose against his skin, and breathing deeply. He always smelled so good. All cinnamon spice and hot male. The scent of him made her tingle and want. She looked down at her hands, noticing they were covered in the soft dust that was all over Falcon.

Pressing her mouth and lips to his neck, she realized his body was producing pollen for her. Binding pollen. When she first met him, the pollen changed her physiology into a Guardian being. It mended the leg she'd broken trying to fight the Siloth the night they'd kidnapped Kaitlyn and Lauren. The binding pollen cured all her ills.

Now it showed up anytime she was sick or even just a little off. On the desert planet of Megoth, she was always a little dehydrated... Wasn't that great for her. She leaned in and licked Falcon's neck, smiling when he growled and stumbled down the hallway of the ship. He started running, wanting to get to their bedroom.

She loved the flavor of the pollen. Every time she tasted it—she was reminded of when she met the love of her life. The time she met Falcon.

When the doorbell rang, she sighed in relief. Hope . She cocked her head. No, that was relief. She thought that if there were damn aliens out there that could kidnap the girls, there had to be aliens that she could get to rescue them. She just had to figure out how to find one.

She took a deep breath. Maybe they found her.

She hopped her way over to the front door, not wanting to search for her crutches. She convinced the doctor to put on a walking cast with the understanding she wouldn't put any weight on the leg for at least a week. She tried to stay off it, but it hadn't been easy.

She took a deep breath before she put her hand on the doorknob. She slowly opened the front door and stared at the vision on her porch. The man was tall. Muscular and built with a broad chest and strong arms and legs. He had a bit of day-old scruff on his face. The bright, sparkling green eyes and reddish-brown hair that was a little wavy and brushed the top of his shoulders, just plain did it for her. Sighing, she lowered her lashes and let her shoulders slump.

The man was human. Normal. Shit.

Beating back depression, she opened her eyes. "Can I help you?" she asked, trying to keep the hostility out of her voice. She wanted to get back to pacing and worrying. Instead of wasting her time talking to a stranger. Even if he was great-looking and under different circumstances, she would be tempted. After all, he had really nice muscles. Hmmm. Okay, she could spend a few minutes talking to him, and then it was back to pacing and worrying.

He looked at her and frowned. "My name is Falcon, and I am here for Makayla."

"I'm Makayla."

"I know. I… brought you flowers."

She sighed. "No, thank you." Guilt was already dancing down her spine. She wasn't going to take the bunch of wildflowers from his hand. She had to go.

"I would like to come in and explain why I'm here. I can take you places you've only dreamed about." He smiled at her.

She snorted. "Buddy, that is lame, and the only place I'm dreaming about is in outer space." She raised her hand to stop him from moving forward. "Unless you have a spaceship, forget it!" Stepping back, she swung the door shut.

It didn't matter how handsome the man was. Talking to him or anyone was just a waste of her time. She had things to do. She needed to make a list and make sure she didn't forget anything the girls would need. Surely someone would come soon. She had to have hope.

When he popped into the house and stood in front of her, she gasped and stepped back. Putting her hand over her heart.

"I have a spaceship and will take you anywhere you want to go if you agree to be my Keeper," he announced and smiled.

It didn't take her long to recover. She stood as tall as she could, using the wall for balance when he surprised her. "Really? Prove it," she demanded with one hand propped on her hip.

So he did.

Within seconds, his flesh turned silver, and several of his features changed. It startled her so much, Makayla screamed and crumpled at his feet.

It wasn't one of her best moments. After she regained consciousness, she realized that after the gunfight with the aliens, having the girls kidnapped, and then dealing with the disbelieving police—meeting another alien had just been too much for her. So, she'd fainted.

Finding out about the binding pollen came later, after she asked him to heal her broken foot. She couldn't go careening through space after the girls with her foot in a cast. It would be difficult to shoot a gun and hobble about on crutches.

Falcon assured her he could fix her foot. Well, the binding pollen fixed her foot. And did a few other things as well. Makayla could now turn silver… or pretty much any color to match a planet's native population. It was freaky weird, but she wouldn't change it for the world. She licked the powdered residue on Falcon's skin again, groaning at the sweet cinnamon zing that flooded her senses.

Among other things, the binding pollen was an aphrodisiac. She giggled with her lips against his skin.

Falcon moaned again and walked through the open doors to their bedroom.

That small taste wasn't enough.

She sat on the bed and pulled him closer. Pushing his shirt out of the way, she stuck out her tongue to lick over his stomach. Her taste buds sizzled, and her mouth warmed. She loved the flavor of him.

When Falcon put his arms around her and pulled her up and into his body, she took another long swipe of his flesh with her tongue. She knew she couldn't get enough this way.

And she needed more. Falcon moved his hands to her face and slowly guided her lips to meet his mouth. And he kissed her. She was immediately swamped with more of that cinnamon taste. The taste she craved. The taste that would always ensure she was healthy and young. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and fed on the spicy flavor of her alien.

They kissed for long moments until, breathless, Makayla stepped back and pushed her long, curly hair out of her eyes. Right now, she was rocking her Earth body. Dark hair, mocha-colored skin, brown eyes, and curves. Once she agreed to become Falcon's Keeper, the binding pollen converted her to an interstellar being. Her Guardian body was silver, and she had orange hair and neon green eyes.

Under the right circumstances, that body—or any of the hundreds of options she could now transform to—could be not only fun but lifesaving. If she and Falcon needed to chase a criminal to a planet of tentacled beings—their bodies could shift into what they needed.

Falcon stepped back a few feet and pulled off his tee-shirt. For several moments he let her enjoy the sight of his human body, all the tight muscles and ripped stomach. Her breathing sped up again and her eyes widened. She really liked this form.

She was so thankful that some of the other guardians had explained to him that modern human women liked muscles, long hair, and a six-pack on their men. It was certainly true some of the time. She enjoyed Falcon no matter what body he was using—even if that body wasn't human.

In his human body he rocked a six-pack—as a Guardian, he was so much more.

Makayla reached her hand out just as Falcon relaxed the hold he had on his shape. His body was no longer pink, flushed with red blood rushing through his thin flesh.

No, it was gray. It shimmered with silver from the pollen dusting his much thicker skin. Knives couldn't hurt him as this body would stop the blade, and most bullets wouldn't penetrate if someone shot at him.

His body, with its coating of shimmering pollen, was statuesque. He still had all the ripped muscle and the pale flesh glowed faintly. The silver powder was meant to tempt his Keeper when she needed more pollen.

And it worked.

He took a step closer so she could easily reach him. He was standing in front of her in all his alien glory. Except for his strange coloring, everything looked human. In this form, he didn't have any extra bits and all his body parts were where they were supposed to be. There was nothing below the belt that wasn't there on a human man.

His facial features were the same. Instead of having deeply tanned skin, his body gleamed in multiple tones of silver. The look worked for him. He was very compelling and still fantastically beautiful.

He was all silvery and muscled.

When his body changed in front of her, his incredible physique didn't disappear. He grew a little taller, filled out a bit more, and added muscles to the already impressive washboard of a stomach. Not to mention his clothes disappeared. Now he sported an eight-pack. Oh, yes! She was ready to drop to her knees and worship at the altar of Falcon.

She reached out and trailed her pointer finger down one hard, toned, quivering muscled arm. She grinned and glanced at Falcon's eyes. Her touch made him shiver.

Sweet baby Jesus. She could bounce a quarter on that stomach, and it was right in front of her eyes.

He shifted under her finger. So okay, more than one finger, because now her hand was on his flesh. He was so soft, so smooth. As he turned in front of her, she kept her palm against his skin. She let her hand glide over his shoulder and down his spine. She reveled in his every sigh and quake at her light touch.

Facing her once again, he shifted closer.

She moved her hands down his back to the curve of his ass. The feel of him always overwhelmed her, making her skin tingle everywhere their flesh met.

She rubbed and pressed against him until her entire body was tingling. She looked down and laughed. She was naked. He always managed to do this to her. She lost her mind when he got naked, so she had no idea when he'd stripped off her clothes.

Falcon pulled her into his body and whispered in her ear, "I need you, love, but you need more pollen. Come, feast on me."

She nuzzled her face into his neck, licking his flesh. Falcon bent and captured her lips. Her mate was right. She did need more. Lots more. She felt the spicy liquid flood into her mouth, and she sighed with pleasure.

She cried out in delight as Falcon covered her body with his. Wrapping her legs and arms around him, she shifted back and forth. Rubbing her skin over every inch of his flesh. She licked and sucked the glittering pollen from his fingers, his neck, and his chest. His kisses were drugging, the spicy-sweet mixture of lust and need trickling into her senses.

She hadn't felt this way since the first time they made love. The craving for the pollen was definitely elevated. For a moment, she wondered why? Maybe it was the heat? But she couldn't hold onto the question long enough to worry about it.

Wanting more, she caressed the small, raised bump on the roof of his mouth that was made for times like this—when she couldn't get enough pollen just from licking his skin.

The texture tempted her, and when she caressed it with her tongue, it rewarded her with a deluge of liquid heat. It was a condensed version of the dust on his flesh. She heard a deep moan of pleasure from Falcon. The binding pollen was an aphrodisiac that affected both of them.

She gasped and swallowed the fiery mixture, unable to stop her silent demand for more as she plundered his mouth. She felt Falcon's reaction to her probing tongue. His cock pressed hard against her hip—pulsing and throbbing as his body shuddered against her. Makayla's inner muscles clenched with frustration and a spiraling need for more.

Falcon

He couldn't take it. Makayla's teasing, physical touch drove him insane—and his body was pumping out almost as much binding pollen now as when he met her. Then it was needed to heal her broken leg and convert her.

He should take her to the ship's med bay. She didn't look sick, but maybe she caught an alien virus of some sort.

Makayla bit him then and cupped his sac in her hand. Two moves that were guaranteed to wipe his mind of everything but his mate. He promised himself he'd see to her health in the morning.

The pollen flooded his mouth and ramped up the craving he had for this woman to an impressive level.

Falcon pulled back and gazed down at his mate. "I'm going to fuck you and when I'm buried deep within you, don't forget to rub your tongue over that ridge in my mouth," he whispered. "You love what it does to us."

"Yes," she moaned and shuddered. "Hurry!"

He lowered his mouth to the soft skin of her neck. She had swallowed a great deal of the pollen and her body demanded satisfaction. He was happy to feed her hunger.

He smoothed a hand down her arm, over to her soft belly, and up to cup her breast. He smiled against her throat as she arched into him. Makayla was very sensual and loved being petted. She'd become addicted to his touch in the short time they'd been together. She moaned with pleasure as Falcon's hands and mouth roamed over her body. He used his lips, tongue, and fingers on every inch of her skin. He worked to awaken all of her flesh, to increase the craving she had for what only he could give her.

Eventually, he allowed his attention to focus on her breasts. She thrashed her head back and forth on his pillow. Hissing. They seemed more sensitive than usual. And they were always magnificent. He worked diligently to drive her wild. Slowly moving his thumb to brush a taut nipple to peak and at the same time using his mouth on her. Laving and suckling her as she arched into his touch. His fingers closed and pinched, his teeth tightened and bit. He tried to be gentle, yet firm.

"More. Harder," she demanded.

And Falcon smiled against her flesh. A gentle touch never satisfied his Keeper. He loved it when she begged for more.

Kayla gasped as he whispered across her wet nipple. "Like this?" he murmured. He bent over her again, this time to pinch and bite harder. Pulling her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.

Makayla

But it still wasn't enough. "More," she demanded as she moved her head slowly back and forth on the pillow. "Please. More." She could feel a line pulling from her breast to her sex. Feel her inner muscles tighten as her body dampened in anticipation of his touch. Any touch he would give her.

Her breath caught and held as Falcon moved away from her breasts and licked a path down her stomach. Every muscle clenched as he kissed circles around her belly button and dipped his tongue into its hollow. "Please, I can't…" She sighed with frantic relief as he moved to part her thighs with his hands and settled between them. She gasped when he touched the hot center of her need with a light stroke of one finger.

"You are so wet for me," Falcon growled. "You have readied your body for me to feast on."

Makayla couldn't stop the mewling cries that poured from her as Falcon set himself to the task of driving her completely insane. The first touch from his tongue as it swiped the crease of her body where her leg met her hip had her rising to offer everything. He rewarded her with a long stroke of his hot, wet tongue directly down the center of her clit.

"Falcooonnn," she keened, and her hand came down to tangle in his hair. But her clutching and tugging didn't make him go any faster, nor could she pull him away. He put his hands on either side of her and pulled her hips up. Holding her open to his stroking tongue. A tongue that circled and swirled around each labium, that dipped and plunged into her channel and swept and flickered over the tight bud.

Her body rocked with sensation. Heat. Need. She screamed at him to stop, to go faster, to do something . But he kept his pace slow, kept her poised on the brink and unable to fall over. Kept her climbing higher.

Falcon

He loved the taste of her, the warm and spicy essence that was all Makayla. He lapped at her sex, glorying in the strangled sounds she made, loving the incessant pulls at his hair and the frantic thrust of her hips.

"Mine," he growled as he pushed her further. He ground his face into her, thrusting his tongue deep and abrading her swollen clit with his upper teeth. He held her captive as she screamed through her orgasm and struggled to get away from his feasting mouth as she simultaneously begged him for more. And he started all over again.

He made her orgasm again and again. Until Makayla sobbed.

He didn't count the number of times he made her explode under his mouth. Lost in her taste and the extreme need he had to ensure his Keeper would always crave him. Plus, he wanted to take advantage of the increased pollen. Normally, this would only happen if she were hurt or sick, so he would need to be gentle with her. This time her body was whole, and he could sate his craving.

She was dazed, whimpering when he climbed her body. Mindlessly begging him for his cock.

Falcon gently kissed her forehead and then brushed his mouth over each closed eyelid as he moved slowly back to her mouth. He used his tongue to wet her lips and then delved deep. Kissing her, ravishing her… claiming her in an endless fusion of mouth on mouth. It wasn't enough.

He pushed forward, nudging his cock against her weeping core. Without hesitation, she opened for him, pulling her thighs apart and wrapping her legs around him as she rocked her hips upward, encouraging his possession.

Falcon used his arms to push his chest away from the sweet temptation of her body—he would look in her eyes as he claimed her. "Look at me," he said hoarsely, willing her bemused dark brown gaze to meet his. He wrapped her silky hair around his hand and tugged. Insisting, she looked into his eyes.

"You are mine, Makayla. Mine forever," he proclaimed as he pushed his throbbing shaft into her slick heat. "Mine. Mine. Mine!" he repeated deliberately as he punctuated his claim with several hard thrusts. He felt as if he needed to stake his claim again. To remind her that she belonged to him.

"Yessss!" she screamed.

He felt her body clamp around him. The sweet torture increased as he lowered his head to trail his tongue across her chest until he could concentrate his efforts on the tip of one breast. She moaned as his tongue flicked across the sensitive bud and thrashed at the combined sensations of his cock pounding against her clit while his mouth suckled greedily at her nipple.

Falcon grit his teeth and struggled for control as Makayla's inner muscles locked tightly around him. He never wanted this to end.

Falcon's hips jerked. Makayla's body was a furnace of wet heat. She was swollen and sensitive and demanding as she contracted rhythmically around him. He couldn't stop himself as he cried out in ecstasy. He had to move. He started hard and slow. Thrust. Thrust.

"Harder," she cried.

He slammed into her. Slapping his balls against her ass. Pounding her flesh. She felt so good. Tight. Hot. His.

Urgently, he rocked against her with his hips as his mouth teased over her breast. Her frantic movements below him drove him higher, forced him deeper within her hot clenching passage. She was scalding him with her hot cream. Tight, she was so wonderfully tight.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," Makayla shrieked wildly.

He felt her tremble beneath him. Until she was shaking so much, he couldn't tell when one orgasm ended before another began.

Falcon could feel his eruption building, spreading throughout his body. With a hard thrust, he sank balls-deep into his woman.

"Yesss," he hissed out.

Makayla screamed, her voice fading to a dark whisper.

Her scream tipped him over the edge, and he exploded into a violent orgasm.

"Kiss me," Falcon commanded.

Makayla

Through the haze of orgasm, she remembered why that was important. Her mouth fused with his and her tongue plunged into him to seek and find the swollen little bump. When she raked across it, the release of liquid pollen had an immediate result. The savory essence seeped into every cell, and her body jolted back to awareness.

Where Falcon's cock had started to relax, he was once again ready to fuck her.

She was thrown higher, her body hovering on the edge of madness.

She moaned each time he breached her swollen folds with the thick bulb of his cock and slowly slid his long length into her. He pushed deep and pressed their bodies tightly together. And tilted his hips forward to ignite all her pleasure points. She could feel him pulse within her. Feel his pulse against her clit. Her body clenched around him in a tight spasm.

The long, vibrating release made her react with more spasms of her own, and she came once again. This time she milked him dry, and they both panted.

She felt her entire body clench, heard Falcon cry out as she exploded with him in a firestorm of movement and bright lights.

Oh God, one of these days, the sex would kill her. It was her last thought before sleep claimed her.

Later

Makayla groaned when her communicator tablet started beeping. It felt as if she'd just closed her eyes. Damnit! One of the girls was calling. They were the only ones who could call that tablet. They could just wait for her to call back. She was so tired.

She was glad to have the Guardian tablets. Makayla gave one to Kaitlyn and Lauren so the three of them could have regular video calls. Frowning, she realized they didn't have a call scheduled today. Her eyes popped open. It wasn't today—it was tonight.

The room was dark. The ship was programmed to leave this room dark only in the deepest part of the night. The rest of the time, it was set to dim or full light.

She quickly sat up as Falcon turned the bedside lamp on. He was holding the tablet.

"It's Viktal," he murmured. "Here, pull the sheet over."

Kayla looked down and realized she was completely naked. "Hell," she groaned and pulled the edge of the sheet to her neck. "Viktal never calls," she hissed. "Give me that."

Falcon handed the tablet to her.

Viktal, her sister's mate, was frowning at her from the screen. The massive, red-skinned giant had thick, muscle-bound arms that were all tatted up with scrollwork. His neck was corded and strong and his dark, curly hair fell past his shoulders. His bright blue eyes focused on her. He looked worried.

"What's wrong?" she demanded. "Where's Kaitlyn?"

Her sister had been kidnapped once from Earth, and a second time from Megoth when she was taken to another planet. Well—and a third time when Viktal kidnapped her—so Kaitlyn's whereabouts was a valid concern.

"She's here," he said softly. "Sleeping beside me." He turned the tablet so she could see.

"So, what's wrong?" she asked again. Noticing Kait was on her side, with her legs drawn up to her stomach. The position was how her sister slept when she was extremely tired.

He shrugged and looked sad. "I don't know. She's tired a lot. And seems to cry about something every day. She won't tell me what's wrong. I thought you might know what's bothering her?"

She frowned. "I wouldn't tell you if it was a secret. But I really don't know. Is she acting sick?"

Viktal shook his head and then paused. "Not so anyone would notice. But she doesn't have much of an appetite. And some smells bother her now that didn't before."

Kayla leaned in. "What do you mean? Like what?"

"Well. You know how she loves that coffee thing you gave her. She makes that foul drink every morning. But lately, the smell makes her throw up."

"Holy shit!" Makayla jumped out of bed and threw the tablet at Falcon. "We'll be right there. Well… we will be there in a few hours." She started searching the room for clothes. Rolling her eyes when Falcon turned the tablet away from her. So Viktal wouldn't see her naked ass.

"What? What is it? What is wrong with her?" Viktal demanded.

Makayla shrugged, but realized he couldn't see that since Falcon was saving her modesty. "I'm not sure. It's going to take a few hours for us to get there because we need to bring the ship. I want to use the med bay to scan her. It will take a bit to get this thing ready to travel." She walked to the door.

Before she left the room, she turned back. "Don't tell Kaitlyn we're coming," she warned.