Death Adder (Naga Brides #4) Read Online Naomi Lucas

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Naga Brides Series by Naomi Lucas
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
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Females have returned to Earth, brought here by technology I do not trust. They’ve been claimed and nested and kept far from me.
The broken one. The dark one.
I will always be alone.
When a box falls from the sky and a black-suited human female appears, I am in awe. I am in NEED.
Only, she is surrounded by men.
So, I will sneak up on her.
I will stalk her, learn everything about her, and wait for the right moment.
And when the time comes, I’ll set my trap.
She will be caught.
Then she will be claimed.
By no one else but ME.

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ONE

LANDFALL

Celeste

“In and out, guys. That’s the goal. We get the target and we get out. This isn’t field practice. This planet is dangerous, and previous reports indicate that the locals are prone to aggression.”

“Oh, come on, Captain. It’s not like we’re dropping into Hellion. This is Earth. We all know what’s down there. Nothing but dust and bones.”

I don’t give Roger my attention. He feeds on jokes and easy sentiments, feeling the need to always lighten the mood of my squad. He does it when he’s nervous.

“Kyle, tighten your straps. Until we lose the pod, the descent will be much rougher than you’re used to,” I say.

Roger smiles from where he sits across from me. “Nobody wants to smell like vomit on their first mission.”

Once our ship is close enough to the planet, we’re dead falling in a battle box. The ship’s pilot will drop the container we’re in, aiming it at our target location. Until we make contact, we’ll be in freefall. The descent will be rough. They always are in battle boxes. Soldiers have died because their straps weren’t tight enough.

Sometimes they died anyway.

Those in command aren’t giving us a ship. There’s already one waiting for us on Earth—the same transit that brought Peter’s team here. We just have to find it, figure out what happened to Captain Peter and his team, and bring both home.

As my men settle back in their seats, I check the satellite map of Eagle’s Point. The ship is currently several miles north of the original mission site and sits at the base of a mountain. Peter’s ship hasn’t moved for several months, not since its emergency takeoff.

And its subsequent crash.

Peter’s ship never made it off of Earth, and shortly afterward, all contact was lost. Since then, Central Command has been in the dark.

Central Command does not like being in the dark.

“Countdown commences in one minute.”

I lower the map and pull down my goggles.

Peter’s mission was supposed to be an easy one: find the whereabouts of the enemy’s technology and bring it back to The Dreadnaut in hopes that we can discover a way to fight the Ketts. We need anything that would give us an advantage. Because we’re running out of options.

“Steady now,” I remind my team. “Deep, even breaths. This’ll be over before it’s begun.”

Stoney silence answers me as I scan my squad one last time. They’re focused and aware.

Good.

The box trembles, and it’s lifted from its track—disconnected from the transport ship. Reaching up, I clutch the straps over my chest and join my men in bracing.

We’re close to Earth now.

Our homeworld.

The pilot’s voice over the intercom begins counting down from thirty. My fingers strain as the cushions on either side of my head tighten, locking my head in place. The light above us flickers when the box lurches. Then the light goes out entirely.

My men are silent through all of it, probably holding in their stomachs and swallowing the ball of anxiety lodged in their throats.

Nobody likes being dropped, especially in the dark. I inhale and hope to god that we land on level ground.

“Five. Four. Three—” my eyes wrench shut “—Two. One.”

We rattle as a hollow, static sound envelops everything. That hollowness stabs into my gut and my head, making me lightheaded, even shaky. I grit my teeth against it.

The woosh of air—of cutting pressure—encompasses the space inside the box, and my boots lift off the floor. I press them down as the sensation of weightlessness grows, as one second becomes a hundred more.

My body lurches upward, thrusting my soul out of my body, and we stop as I jerk just as violently down. The pressure clears. The lights turn on, and then there’s a moment of strained tension as everyone peels their eyes open.

I pry my fingers out from around my straps. “It’s done.”

Roger curses. “I think I pissed my pants.”

Officer Ashton rises from his seat first. He has been with me the longest and is my team’s analyst as well as my co-pilot. “When don’t you piss yourself?”

They continue to bicker while I straighten my uniform and push up my goggles. I unlatch my supplies from under my seat and tug on my weapons’ straps and walk to the back of the box to grab my rifle from the cabinet. When I’m certain it’s not jammed, I throw on my beltpack.


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