Page 31 of A Mate for Haax

I can tell as soon as the pain starts to alleviate from Esme’s body as she shows visible signs of relaxing within the chamber, but there is also not as much pain traveling through the mate bond for me to feel. She hasn’t gotten a handle on keeping me out of her mind yet, and, for some reason, I enjoy it.

It takes merely a half quandiry before the pink flush of her normal face color shines through the screen at me. She opens those carmel-colored eyes and smiles. I rush to open the hatch, but I swear it takes forever to actually open. The need to have her in my arms and saying my name is overwhelming. I need to know that she is alive and well, not just a figment of my over-dreamed imagination.

I click the lock on the hatch so it disengages then opens the door. “How are you feeling, my mate?”

“Like I got run over by a massive ass mack truck.”

My brow furrows, what is this truck she speaks of. “Do you need more time in the healing chamber?”

She looks down at her leg. Her foot is no longer bent inward, and there doesn’t appear to be pain radiating around the leg. Everything that was broken appears to be fixed as I pick up the wand beside me and run it over every inch of her sweet body.

“No, it actually feels really good.” She says it as she starts to try and move it.

“Ready to see our home?” I am more than ready to have her home and safe. My hearts threatened to escape when I saw her lying there, lifeless-like on the ground.

“Yes, let’s go.”

Once again, I call up the port and ask for a cruiser to be sent for us, but, this time, I do not allow myself to get distracted. I also do not allow her out of my sight.

It takes mere minutes for the next cruiser to arrive. This one stops on the path like it’s supposed to, but I don’t miss the cringe Esme makes when she thinks it's not going to stop again. I can see the fear in her eyes; imagining I might feel the same way if a cruiser had taken me out in the blink of an eye.

The door to the cruiser before us opens, and I offer my hand to her. Her small, warm hand is gently placed in my much larger one. A slight breeze blows her heavenly scent in my direction, and my cocks rise to attention, should they be needed. Once seated inside the cruiser, she looks back at me, and her lips curl into the prettiest smile. Bright pink lips encompass vibrant white teeth.

She looks so small in the cruiser made for Grekarians. I step up and sit beside her. Taking a moment before hitting the controls and entering the location of my dwelling. I open the windows of the cruiser so that Esme can take in all the beautiful sights of my home planet. It’s a place where the streets are paved in a glitter gold neon color.

The trees stand proudly in various shades of neons; pinks, blues, yellows, purples, greens. The houses we pass would be considered modern in human terminology. We are more advanced than the humans, so we have, of course, implemented our upgraded technology with each of the houses built on the planet.

“Oh, my gosh, is that a unicorn?” Esme squeaks with a squeal beside me as she looks out the window.

“Yes.”

Her brows pinch together in uncertainty. “Unicorns exist?”

“They are the most prized possession on our planet. Only a few are able to own them. You must be military or part of the royal family. They are our pets, born in the palace stables and sold only to the worthiest of our kind.”

“So, who lives there then?” She points to the house where, sure enough, a unicorn is grazing peacefully beside his house.

“That is where the captain lives.”

It takes a while to get to my dwelling, and my hearts lift a smile on my face with each gasp or sigh of awe as Esme looks over the city.

The city is not the safest, especially for human women. Unfortunately, crime has not yet been eradicated from Grekaria. There are still those among us who wish to do harm; whether that be selling human mates to the Necorium or stealing from those around us.

“Here we are.” I say as the cruiser comes to a stop. Neon-colored grass covers the ground. My sidewalk is bright neon blue. The house is designed from an old Seeper tree that weaves throughout it. Humans would call it a treehouse, but it’s not high up in the trees like comparable ones I’ve seen on Earth. It’s only about three feet off the ground because there is a sweeping and bubbling stream that runs below it.

Tiny flowers kiss the streamline and bloom year round in bright shades of turquoise. I remember them fondly. My mother planted them at my childhood home, and every year, we would sit together and wait for them to bloom. Thinking of my mother brings a certain sadness. I miss her deeply.

My father went a few months later. At least I still have Daax, though he is a foul, grumpy soul most of the time. I chuckle at the thought of him eventually finding his mate. She is in for a rude awakening, and I hope she gives him a run for his money, like the humans would say.

I capture my cabin in my vision once again. It stretches wider and taller than other houses, one most Grekarians would dream to live in. Being the captain of the Flighten gives me certain advantages that others do not have.

The structure is set back in the trees of the jungle, giving it an almost outdoorsy, country feel. It is two stories, has a screened in front porch, balconies on the second level, and several pools; for swimming or bathing. The image of my mate naked in my pools has all sorts of naughty images wandering through my brain. If I let myself, I’d get completely caught up in her. I’d forget that I have a life or that I’m the Commander of the Flighten, which requires a great deal of effort on my part.

The mating frenzy is still hitting me. What I would love to do is chain my sexy little morsel to my bed and keep her there until we’re both so worn out and ragged that my cocks don’t even have the wherewithal to stand on their own. Maybe then this lusty cloud of desire and desperation would depart from me. It will be a trying time for the first few weeks.

Chapter 19

Esme

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