Meridian Warriors: Xander and Des Read online

  Xander frowned and nodded, turned off his thoughts as he looked at Des with expectation, then led the way into the living room where he sprawled out on the comfortable couch. He mused at the way his people had developed after they had landed on this planet.

  The expansion of their underwater world had been slow, but once their techs figured it out, they moved quickly. The bottom of the ocean was not smooth, and they had to clear little by little so the bubble would be sealed. They used the ship as a place to live until they were able to get materials to build their own homes. It had taken a long time.

  “So what do we have to talk about?” Xander asked when Des sat down across from him and sprawled in a similar manner.

  “Rosul developed a better security monitoring. There is a storm coming in, it looks like it will be strong. We have several men above water, and we are calling them back, but we are not sure if they will be able to make it back in time. In addition, a ship was using their radar, scanning the bottom of the ocean floor. The technology too advanced for humans,” Des said somberly and watched as Xander’s face hardened and his lips thinned.

  “Have they found us?” Xander asked briskly.

  “No, we have our own cloaking. We still have to be careful though,” Des said.

  “For now, when everyone gets back, we stay inside the city until we can figure out what is going on. We will come up with a plan,” Xander said and smiled at his mate closely.

  “I will call the command center; we will have to lock the doorway after the last Warrior returns.” Des picked up the small communication device they used. It worked in their underwater city. When they left the safety of their city, it was equipped with a locator, and the ability to communicate with whomever was on the surface. The device resembled the human’s cell phones, but more advanced.

  “I am pretty sure that can wait,” Xander said, standing and taking the communication device from his mate and grinned, “I think we should get cleaned first and then we can see about work.”

  Des laughed and pulled the man in for a kiss, “I agree.”

  When they reached the shower, both were naked and hard, Xander felt his erection practically pulsing. He had been in this state since he saw the man who was his mate walk through the doors; it was like this all the time. Gorgeous, sexy, smart, Des was everything he wanted in a mate. If only they had found their third, she would have been on the ship with them. Most the men who survived the last attack were mated but none had met their third yet. Warriors had a hard time finding their mates.

  It was because of their makeup. They were hard, and rough, and their women needed to be strong with potential as a leader. That was the way of their people. The King was once the most powerful Warrior, Xander was next in line for the throne. His mates would be the King’s Consorts and considered leaders, too.

  Standing under the needles of hot spray, he reached down and grasped his mate’s cock. Shit, his lips were thick and sexy, and Xander could only imagine them being wrapped around his cock. Xander drew his hand over his cock, closing his eyes and dreaming it was his mate’s mouth.

  Des wrapped his hand in his mate’s long hair and brought him in for a passionate kiss. He was demanding and knew it. After training all day, his aggression was peaking. Xander knew that, and although he was also dominant and took control of their sex life, many years ago they came to terms with each other’s differences. Des explored his mate’s mouth with his tongue, making sure he tasted his mate’s flavor. He loved when they were close like this, it was intimate, and made their bond strengthen. Slowly Des pulled his mouth from his mate’s mouth and then kissed down Xander’s chest slowly.

  Xander leaned back a little, let the water flow over his head, and down his body as Des explored him. When Des got to his stomach, Xander leaned back and smiled before wrapping his hand around Des’s hair to make sure he had a good grasp before Des took his cock into his mouth. Xander smiled when Des teased him and then proceeded to guide his mate to where he wanted him. Des teased him by licking the tip of Xander’s cock first, running his tongue over the smooth tip, then he licked the other side and swirled his tongue around the tip where a bead of pre-cum had formed.

  Xander sucked in a deep breath as Des trailed a finger over his tip, and then moaned when he fisted him completely, stroking his cock. The hot water streaming over him, making it feel like a smooth, warm mouth was engulfing his cock as his mate pumped him.

  Xander leaned against the cool shower wall, while his mate stroked him. The shower was large enough for both of them. They had made sure of it when it was built. There was nothing more intimate to their kind than showering with a mate. The light caresses, the feeling of sharing and taking care of someone was a powerful emotion. Because the water was filtered and more like their home planet, they used showering as a time for bonding. They were able to hold off their shift when they showered because of the filtering system, it took out the elements in the water that triggered their shift.

  Des reached down and cupped Xander’s balls. Moving in a slow, easy motion, Xander pumped thinking about pounding into his mate’s ass. His mate was the full package, and one he loved to top. Both men were dominant; however, Xander usually liked topping his mate.

  Shit, his mouth felt so good, Xander thought, and leaned back against the wall of the shower while Des renewed his attention. Using one hand to grasp the end of Xander’s shaft, Des took him into his mouth fully and then swallowed before sucking and pulling him out of his mouth.

  “Des, damn it, you are killing me,” Xander said and sighed.

  “I know, you can think about pounding into my ass while I suck you off. I am thinking about taking this thick cock and making me feel like I am alive. Only with you in me, connected, sharing our bond,” Des whispered and then sucked him into his mouth again.

  The thought of his mate surrendering to him made him groan as he pumped faster with Des allowing him to set the pace.

  Xander could be in control when he needed to and then other times Des would take over. Xander felt his cock harden even more to the thought of letting someone take care of him. Only with his mate would he be able to show that side of himself. To the Meridian, he was the King, the man who would lead them. Not wanting to think about work, he went back to thinking about his strong and charismatic mate.

  Xander pulled his mate up quickly, wanting them to come together. He grabbed his mate and kissed him passionately before wrapping his hand around Des’s cock. Des smiled at him and did the same.

  They pumped their hands faster as the thoughts turned more carnal. Xander thought about what his mate looked like naked, his muscular body sweaty with exertion from their lovemaking. His hair messed from Xander’s hands wrapping in the strands. His lips full from kissing them passionately. Finally, his head on the pillow next to his, sleeping after they made love. A shiver ran through him as he pictured them kissing and touching each other. He opened his eyes and stared at Des using his other hand to trace down his mates back and pull him in closer.

  With their cocks next to one another, they grasped them both together, and together they began to feel their passion rise as their skin moved against one another. Xander called out to his mate as his balls drew up and he could feel the passion ready to burst.

  They came together in a flurry of passion, love, and the knowledge they were mates and together.

  Chapter Two

  Alexandra Collins was fed up, and when she was fed up everyone knew it. Most people knew she was a bitch, and she didn’t really care who knew. However, on the flip side, she had a wicked sense of humor and when she made friends, they were friends for life—not that she had that many. Her job was a pain in the ass, her father was overbearing and demanding, and her latest boyfriend was an asshole. Somewhere along the line, she’d lost control of her life. Well, she was going to get it back.

  Alex walked down the pier; her boat was in the farthest slip from the marina of course. Her father made sure that she had the best. She was the onl
y child of Brendan Charles Collins IV, and because of that, she was expected to behave a certain way. This was the reason for her latest meltdown. Alex had enough of her father. He was just going to have to learn she would not marry someone who was a cheating bastard.

  She was not a small woman like the one her father would have loved. She knew this since he pointed it out so often that it was like second nature to her now. Alex was tall, just under six foot, and she had long blonde hair that was silky smooth. All of her friends told her she was gorgeous; however, Alex never felt like it and fortunately, she grew out of caring what people thought. She accepted her height, and curvaceous form, and learned to play to her assets. Which luckily were her breasts.

  She went to college to learn the family business. Collins Shipping dealt with foreign trade, they were the best in the business. Her father’s business savvy was passed on to her. She excelled in what she did. Alex was the Vice President of acquisitions. She finalized deals with some of the biggest high rollers in the world without a flinch of an eye. Her father was proud of her, or so she thought. She had moved their company forward, but apparently, that was not good enough for him. He was not grooming her for the CEO position, no, he intended to marry her off and give it to her husband.

  He was set to retire in two years. At that time, she would take his place as the CEO of Collins Shipping. Everything had been in place, her job, her life, and then she met James Thorne III. She thought she had found her soul mate, a man who understood her drive and her passion, but it had all been a sham. The slimy bastard was trying to weasel his way into the business—and her bed. All in an attempt to convince her to marry him, so he could take the place as CEO. That had been evident when she walked into her bedroom after a long day and found him in her bed with the maid.

  Alex had thrown them both out when the maid suddenly told her that James and her had been having sex for months and she was pregnant with his child. James denied it and tried to talk to her. It was like a fucking soap opera right before her eyes.

  To make matters worse, last night she heard her father agree that maybe James would be better in the position of CEO, because when Alexandra became pregnant she could remain at home then. Alex really thought she had convinced her father she was more than capable to take over. When she told her father the ass was cheating on her, he actually said it was her job to make him happy, and obviously, she was doing something wrong if he went somewhere else. Asshole.

  Seeing her boat gave her a thrill, next to sealing a business deal, sailing was her passion. She loved the water. When she was young, swimming was her sport, then she discovered sailing and it became her real passion. She loved the sea air, the sound of the waves crashing on the boat—it made her feel alive.

  There she was her baby, The Shooting Star, her boat was designed by ‘Sparkman & Stephens’ for world cruising. She has traveled the world extensively: the Mediterranean, the Caribbean, South America, the Pacific, and even the Arctic. After a meticulous refit during the last few years, she was now ready for another voyage.

  Alex had a crew of two who traveled with her everywhere she went. Her father made sure they were trustworthy and knowledgeable, and most of all female. Samantha and Gabriel Somme were her best friends. They had been through a lot together and over the last few years, they had grown closer because her father had become more distant—it was frustrating.

  Alex lost her mother when she was born, and she did everything she could to make her father love her. She thought by becoming a businesswoman like him, he would be happy, but his criticism and habit of belittling everything she did was becoming more and more intolerable as the years went on. She was thirty years old, and he still treated her like a five year old. Practically telling her what time she had to be to her own home. However, last night’s blow up was the last straw.

  Alex called the girls and told them they were leaving. She called her secretary and said she could be reached via computer for the next few weeks and the rest of them could go screw themselves. She didn’t tell her father where she was going and she shut off her phone. Assholes could go straight to hell.

  “Hey, did you get all of the supplies?” Sam called to her from the deck.

  The Shooting Star had three cabins with a large master suite forward, and two guest cabins aft, all with their own private head and shower. The galley was fully equipped with a four-burner range oven and microwave, plus freezer and refrigerator. Two air conditioning/heat pumps handle the cabin’s temperatures and the 5K generator let the girls live in comfort while sailing or at dock. Topside held a large spacious eight-person cockpit with twin wheels, covered by a sunbrella bimini and dodger that covered part of the deck when needed. The headsail was roller furled with powered winches for the sheets. Therefore, it would only take two people to run her if needed. It was a beautiful boat, completely decked out.

  Sometimes the girls were working on other boats, but this time when Alex called and explained what happened, both of them decided to come with her. They could tell that she needed support. Sam and Gabby were twin sisters who had lost their parents, never getting to know either one of them. Their mom died giving birth to them and their father died shortly after in a car accident. Her father knew them, although Alex had never met the girls until five years ago when they came to her father to ask questions about their parents.

  They discovered how much they had in common and her father instantly hired them as crew for her boat, Alex had not minded that one decision he had made without her approval. One thing Alex loved about her friends was they would never allow her father to control them. From the very start, Sam and Gabby put their foot down when her father tried to get information from them.

  “The guys are loading them on a cart. Should be here soon,” Alex said, climbed up the ladder, and hugged her friend. “Where is Gab?”

  “Finalizing the course you wanted in the cabin. She is checking the weather, there could be a squall or two out there we have to avoid,” Sam said.

  “Really? Should we delay our departure?” Alex asked and began to walk to the cabin.

  “No,” Gabby called and Alex grinned.

  “Good, I didn’t want to throw a fit in the galley right off, I was saving that for a day or two out,” Alex said and plopped down into the chair across from her friend.

  She looked at her friends; they were identical and beautiful. Raven black hair braided down their backs, and they were tall like her. They laughed when they met because it was one of the few times they’d met a woman who could look them in the eye without the help of high heels. It was unusual, they figured, and it solidified their friendship. They were all strong, with muscles from working on the boats, which is where the likeness ended.

  Alex was the leader of their little group, and the most dramatic. Gabby was the quiet one, and her sister was the protector. Each of them played a role in their group, it was why they were such good friends—neither overstepped their bounds.

  “Looks like there is a storm here and here,” Gabby said pointing at the map she had on the computer. “If we take this route though we can skirt both of them. We may have rain and such, but I think we can handle it.”

  Alex nodded and they were lost in conversation about their route while Sam had the men load and stock the ship. They were leaving the port as soon as they were stocked. Alex did not want to take the chance her father would find her and make her stay.

  She had a feeling she was going to have to stand up to him once again to make him understand she would not marry a man who cheated on her, no matter his pedigree—nor his social standing. She would not be forced into a business marriage. She would marry for love, and that was the only reason.

  Sam poked her head down into the cabin and laughed. “Done, come on, let’s move.”

  The women laughed and jumped up, they were off, ready to get away from everything and everyone, unless they chose to make contact. Her boat had a state of the art communication system, standard radio, Wi-Fi, and even a satel
lite radio. If she wanted to talk to someone—she could; however, if she didn’t want to talk to someone—she didn’t have to. And right now, she didn’t want to talk to anyone. Therefore, the phones were turned off, and the only one that any of them would talk to was the Coast Guard, if needed, or the weather stations.

  The three of them worked in tandem to get the boat out of port and into the high seas, as the saying went. Since she lived in Florida, in Key West, it didn’t take too long to actually get out of the shipping lane and into the ocean. Alex lifted her head and let the wind flow over her. It was a great feeling to get away. Far away from her worries and far away from the men who were causing them.

  Chapter Three

  Xander sat in his chair and stared at the Warriors who sat on the Council. Fifty Warriors had escaped the planet’s extinction, and five of them sat on the Council. Xander was the King and therefore, he sat as the Head of the Council, Des was his Consort and therefore, his Second in Command. The other three Warriors were, Cash, their Financial Head, his mate, Rosul, the Head of Technology, and the last was their Leader of Security, Casius, who had not found either of his mates. He was a strong man, one Xander respected, and knew went to the surface to search for companionship.