Chapter 7

　　###CARNAL PASSION###

　　MIYA's POV...

　　"Ah!" I squeak as the water from the showerhead hits against my bare flesh like pelting rain. 

　　It's warm and it smells like... 

　　Citrus!

　　Mouthwatering citrus.

　　I'm utterly intrigued and I feel a strong sense of fascination to stick my tongue out and see if it tastes like citrus too.

　　But I don't.

　　Within seconds, I'm quickly brought back to reality when Nova's voice sweeps through the room. 

　　"You know my brother is single and I feel compelled to tell you that I think you'd make beautiful offspring together." Her voice is soft, melodious with a touch of sarcasm. 

　　I press the big orange button with my other hand positioned under the dispenser. A coin size rose coloured foamy cloud lands in the centre of my palm. I stare at it with wonderment, bringing it up to my nose and I take a small whiff of it. 

　　I don't know what to expect as I've never seen or heard the product body wash before. But when my senses are overridden with the sweetest smell of candy floss, I push the orange button again and again and again. Lathering myself with the foamy goodness that makes my mouth water. 

　　"So... About my brother?"

　　"Yeah, I'm not interested," I mutter, rinsing the body wash from my skin with my head bending downwards as I watch the dirty light brown water flow from my body and down the drain. 

　　"And, why not? What's not to like about him, I mean, he's the commander of this ship, a well-respected warrior and a king." I can hear the slight irritation in her voice. 

　　"You also forgot to mention that he is an alien with fangs and he's built like a fucking tank. Nothing about him is appealing in my eyes, sorry." I lie to her wishing it were true.

　　I mean, yeah. He is built like a fucking tank with eyes I can see myself staring into for eternity. His fangs are scary, but I suppose it's just an alien trait that I'll learn to accept eventually and his cologne...

　　Gods, I have never smelt anything like it. It's musky, woody with a hint of sweetness and all I want to do is run my tongue all over his caramel coloured skin...

　　"My brother is very good looking." She retorts defensively, snapping me out of my sinister thoughts.

　　Zion the big jerk alien is sin in alien form and he makes me want to be a sinner...

　　Oh, gods!! Just stop already I internally argue with myself

　　 I hit the big blue button. 

　　I jump with fright when the red laser lights comb over my body and I beg the gods that these laser lights don't slice my body into a gazillion pieces. Instead, I feel a weird sensation like my insides are being slowly sucked upon and my body floating. 

　　Abruptly the lasers disappear and the weird sensations go with it.

　　"Female in her prime. Healthy, with no diseases, no genetic defects is ripe for breeding.  The survival rate of the human after the birthing ceremony is ninety-nine point, three, three, seven per cent." An automated voice fills the room.

　　"Splendid!" Nova screams, clapping her hands.

　　"Ah... What was that?" I ask feeling a little freaked out as my eyes scan my surroundings.

　　"That was our Lissa, she is designed to report back to us of any abnormalities you may develop over time if you are not mated." She says freely.

　　I open the door, stepping out of the shower butt naked with a sigh leaving my lips. "Why are you people so adamant about trying to make us mate with your men?" I ask, trying not to sound repulsed by the whole idea.

　　"Male. Not men and we are a dying breed just like yourself. So it only makes sense that we infuse our DNA and make a new breed of species to keep our lineage alive." She replies as she starts to wrap my body up in a beautiful tye-dyed cloth that resembles the galaxy.

　　"This is beautiful." I gasp in awe as I look down at myself loving how it fits me perfectly and looks like a free-flowing gown when she's done. 

　　"Do you like it?" Her eyes glisten.

　　"I do, it's the most beautiful piece of clothing I've ever seen or worn," I admit. "Buying nice and fancy clothes is a thing of the past where I come from."

　　"As it should. Your attire is very distasteful on your planet." She visibly shudders with disgust. "I made what you are wearing." She slightly lifts her chin with pride. 

　　"It's beautiful Nova, thank you." I smile, running my hands over the soft, silky fabric.

　　She loops her arm with mine and starts to lead us back the way we came. "You know... If you and Zion mate I will become your sister-in-mate and I will make you a new dress every Earla year for the big festivities." She says in a pleading manner.

　　I snort as we walk out of the washroom and back into the cabin. "Me and your big jerk of a brother?" I laugh. "No way, I'd rather eat a thousand dirt worms!"

　　"That can be arranged, little one." 

　　I freeze, removing my gaze from Nova's and I quickly focus all my attention on the big jerk standing in the corner of the cabin. The same big jerk who happens to own the voice that has the power to make me weak at the knees. 

　　"What are you doing in here?" I mutter with a frown upon my face.

　　He chuckles striding towards us. "This is my cabin and you summoned me, remember?"  He raises a brow.

　　"This is your cabin?" I ask in a hushed tone. 

　　"You may take your leave, sister." He grunts without breaking eye contact with me.

　　Nova lets go of my arm, raises her right hand in a fist and crosses it over her chest as she bows. "As you desire, brother." She says and quickly exits the cabin humming.

　　I swallow the salvia that pools in my mouth as I watch Nova disappear behind the doors.  "Shit," I mutter, really not wanting to be left in the cabin alone with him. 

　　Like a caged animal with nowhere to run.

　　"I'm all ears, little one." His voice is rough and full of curiosity. 

　　Looking down at my fingers as they twist themselves into knots, "I was wondering if it were possible to go back down to Earth and pick up my best friend?" I nervously ask as I raise my gaze to meet his.

　　He looks at me with his eyes glowing and I quickly lose myself in them, absentmindedly approaching him as the intoxicating smell of his cologne overrides my senses. Licking my lips as I reach his side, I press my nose against his chest, breathing him in like my lungs have been depleted of air. 

　　What am I doing?

　　This is crazy.

　　But, yet, I cannot tear myself away from him. 

　　I'm drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

　　His scent is setting my body on fire creating a ripple of tingles through me and straight down to my sex. 

　　My pulse races against my chest and my breath catches as he lifts me so effortlessly off the ground and pins me against the wall. My limbs instinctively wrap around his enormous waist, and I rapidly succumb to the intensity of his gaze.

　　I want him.

　　Gods, I crave him like I crave my next breath and even though this is all happening way too fast, I don't want this to stop. 

　　The boiling blood coursing through my veins has me seeing thunderous flashes of red, blue and amber hues. It heightens the arousal licking my feverish skin and before my mind can catch up with my body...

　　I tear his shirt wide open, exposing his caramel skin that has my mouth watering and my mind rapidly gets lost in a haze of desire.

　　Lust.

　　And,

　　Carnal passion

　　 Chapter 8

　　###MATING SCENT###

　　ZION's POV...

　　A feral roar departs from my lips when she tears open my shirt, sending the buttons to soar across the cabin floor. My body burns with an undilated passion for this female and in the past, it would have scared me senseless. But when she looks at me like she wants to devour me for her main meal, it only adds fuel to the fire that sears into my flesh.

　　"You smell so good," She pants against my lips. "It's driving me crazy.." She sighs as I insert my tongue into her mouth to taste her, and my Gods, she tastes far sweeter than I had ever imagined. 

　　Her hands move across my chest that is scared from old wounds I wear with pride when we fought against the scourge.

　　Scars I refuse to heal in honour of my fallen warriors we lost in multiple battles fifty earla years ago. Winning the war didn't taste as victorious as we had all hoped it would.

　　It also doesn't help, that the oracles still believe to this day that the war between us has not ended, and the scrouge will come when we least expect it.

　　We dropped our guard down twenty earla years ago and they continue to remain unseen till this very day.

　　"Fuck me," She whispers in my ear. "I willingly give you my virginity." She coos as her hands slide down my torso and she begins to unbuckle my belt. "You smell so good..." Her lips find mine and she begins her assault on my senses once again. 

　　The sound of my belt jiggling fills the cabin along with the sweet intoxicating scent of her arousal. My fangs begin the tear through my gums and I clamp my eyes shut as I try to control my inner warrior who is fighting me for dominance. 

　　I let out a sexually frustrated growl, tearing my lips away from hers, I set her back down on the ground and I turn away from her. This isn't right. I know she doesn't want this and she will only live to regret her decisions once the haze has lifted from her conscience. Running the tip of my tongue over my top teeth, I double-check that my fangs have retracted into my gums before I turn around to face her again.

　　She stands before me with her arms orbiting her waist and a look of uncertainty mars her beautiful features. I remove my torn shirt, toss it onto the bed and I pull a fresh one out of the closet. 

　　"Wh-What is happening to me?" She asks with confusion.

　　As I button my shirt up, I turn to face her and I clench my teeth as she rubs the pads of her fingers across her swelling lips from our passionate kiss. "I told you, you'd be begging me to mate with you." I chuckle trying to lighten her mood. 

　　"That's-" She sighs, raising her gaze to mine. "It was like I was having an out of body experience. My body and mind shut me out the moment your cologne filled my nostrils." She swallows thickly.

　　Exhaling loudly, I brush a large hand over my face, "Kindreds don't wear cologne." I openly declare. "What you were smelling and became attracted to was my mating scent."

　　"Your mating scent?"

　　"Yes. We have high oxytocin endorphins in our mating scent that is also known as the lovedrug. If I didn't stop what just happened between us, we would've been mated and your womb filled with my seed." I explain to her. "Even though you said you would never fuck a Kindred," I growl with disdain. "You seemed ready to lay yourself bare for me to take and claim," I add. 

　　She scoffs, "Oh, I'm sorry. Should I be thankful you grew a conscience and stopped?" A look of irritation, shame and regret glimmers brilliantly in her honey brown irises. 

　　I lick my lips, backing her up against the wall once again and I grip her jaw in one of my hands with the other resting against the wall by her head while I tower over her. "I don't expect nothing but obedience from you, bonetta." [fated one.] I state firmly. "Now about your friend?" I raise a single brow waiting for her to elaborate.

　　She doesn't try to step out of my proximity, instead, she straightens her back and stares me straight in the eyes like she is trying to challenge me. 

　　A challenge she will surely lose.

　　"My friend, Sofia." Her voice slightly trembles as her gaze moves from my eyes to my lips and it causes my dick to twitch in my pants. "Is there any possibility that you can go down and get her? I mean, shes all the family I have and she's alone on a planet that is dying. If you won't take me back, the least you can do is go down and get her." Her words lace with bravado and a tinge of distress.

　　I push off the wall, straightening my stance and I stare at her in silence as I contemplate on what she's just asked of me. "If she isn't contracted to a Kindred there isn't much that I can do." I blow air out of my nose. "I will be breaking the treaty with your government and I am a male of my word."

　　"So you can't or you won't?" She hisses, crossing her arms just beneath the large swell of her breasts and thrusting them higher.

　　My eyes grow larger as they train themselves on the dips and curves of her creamy white skin. 

　　She thumps me on the chest, "Hey, big alien jerk! My eyes are up here." She growls as she points to her eyes.

　　"Oh, I know, bonetta." [Fated one] I mutter, "And they are just as beautiful."

　　"Can you help me or not?" She raises her voice and my eyes instantly collide with hers. "Because I am almost certain that another big alien jerk will be more than willing to help me retrieve her." She barges past me and starts to make a beeline towards the sliding doors.

　　"Alright," I state brutally with the thought of her walking out of this cabin to seek another willing and unmated Kindred to assist her with her new suicide mission. 

　　Jealousy tears through the layers of my skin, clutching at my beating hearts, threatening to squeeze the damn life out of them. 

　　She comes to a standstill and spins around to face me, "You'll help me?" 

　　"No, I won't. I can't."

　　"Why," She snorts. "You scared of breaking the big treaty that has you bound by shackles of honour?"

　　"Yes." I bluntly state. 

　　"So-" 

　　"Write down where your friend resides and I will send Jaja to retrieve her." 

　　"I want to go with him."

　　"No!" I bellow and she flinches. 

　　"And why not?" Her eyes narrow into tiny slits as she attempts to assert power over me.

　　Silly female...

　　"Because it is not safe for you to step foot back onto the planet since your body has been cleansed of all its toxins."

　　"But I-"

　　"That is my final decision." I cut her off. "If you cannot accept it, then I suggest you learn to, what is the term you earthlings like to use... Ah, yes. Build a bridge and walk over it..."