Page 12 of A Mate for Haax

I put my thumb under my chin in thought. “We can comm them tomorrow and tell them you’ll be unavailable for a couple of weeks. You will check in when we are back.”

Her brows draw together in an agonized expression. “We can’t just stop by before we leave in the morning?”

“Unfortunately, we need to get a move on first thing in the morning. It will take us two quarran to get back to Grekaria. I do not plan to have any delays. Get there and get back is the plan. I’m hoping for a smooth trip.”

Crestfallen, her hopeful smile quickly fades. My gut twists. I wish I could do as she asked. I understand the things I am asking of her. I did not intend to test our newly formed bond this early, but I am the Commander of the Flighten. It is my duty before myself to protect and serve.

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We continue talking late into the night about what the plans are going forward, and I think, by the end, she has accepted our task. Now that she is my mate, we are a team.

Almost silent snores slip from my mates lips, and I can’t help but look her over. Her facial bones are delicately carved as if someone spent a lot of time trying to perfect it. Pale gold undertones hide below creamy white skin. Black eyelashes sweep down, covering her high cheekbones.

Loose tendrils of golden yellow hair are stuck to her cute face, and I gently brush them away. The early morning light from the window casts a shadow across her face. I’ve been up most of the night, tossing and turning, worried that my mate may try to flee. Fear overrides my need for rest.

She yawns, her arms reaching above her head in a stretch that also pulls up her shirt, exposing just a sliver of her bare skin. I have to resist the urge to run my fingers against it. My cocks have been hard all night in anticipation of what’s to come.

Esme did not seem so keen on me using both of her holes, so I may have to just use her pussy for now. Maybe one day she will bestow me the honor of fucking her ass. Time is draining with each minute we continue to lay here. It’s imperative that we start getting stuff together and get out of here.

A moan slips from Esme’s lips, drawing my attention as caramel eyes find my amethyst ones. She yawns again. “Morning.” Her hand is being held up in front of her mouth.

“What are you doing?” I ask with a chuckle.

“Morning breath. Don’t smell my morning breath.” I lean in to kiss her anyhow. She shakes her head from side to side but then succumbs to my request so beautifully. Puffy, firm lips press against my own, and I savor the sensation.

I pull away with a smile. “I do not care about morning breath. I want you, regardless, always.”

Tilting her head back, she stares up at me. “You are a charmer, aren’t you?”

“If that is a compliment, then I will surely take it.” I wink at her, and she giggles. I reach out and pull her small hand into my own. “Our spaceship awaits, madam, we’re burning daylight, let’s get moving.”

She furrows those cute little brows. “Can I at least shower first?”

“You can shower here or on the ship. They are the same. Both have containment rooms, similar to what you call a shower on Earth. I suspect the way it is used on Earth differs from how we use them.”

Half an hour later, we’re all packed up and heading to the landing docks attached to the facility. There are a few crafts here today. Most of them have similar styling and features to that of my own, but you can definitely tell which is mine.

As the Commander of the Flighten, I had first pick in ships, and I may have gone just a little too big. “Which one is yours?” Esme asks me curiously.

“The black one with neon lights at the end there.” We walk down the dock and to the slip where my ship is currently hanging out. Pride thumps through my chest simply looking at this magnificent craft. Hard to believe it is mine some days.

I press in the buttons on the keypad to access and open the doors to the ship. It is a large ship with bubble windows and neon lights hidden throughout. She is a masterpiece, and I hope that Esme likes it as much as I do.

Chapter 7

Esme

I contact the horse barn shortly before we leave the room to let them know I will be away for, what I hope is, only a few weeks. Sheila answers on the first call and tells me to enjoy myself.

It’s been forever since I’ve taken a vacation. The barn is my mistress, and my job is my first love.

When they first started talking about the mate pairings, Sheila was the one who actually convinced me. Most of my friends thought it was a horrible idea, but she’s always believed in true love and soul mates; a true hopeless romantic at heart.

The ships in the loading dock are intimidating; each one bigger than the next. I keep wondering which one belongs to Haax, but as we slip closer to the end of the loading dock, it sticks out like a sore thumb. It’s undoubtedly the biggest ship here, and it definitely looks like it has the best upgrades, at least from the outside.

I liken the appearance of his space ship to a bubble-eyed goldfish, with the way the windows stick out on either side, while neon colors of yellow and lime green border the windows and stand out starkly against the black color of the ship, reminding me of a light brite or something.

The door to the ship glides open as if welcoming me, and Haax waves his hand and steps aside, motioning for me to go in first. I cautiously step inside, and his large presence follows me. My heart beats faster in anticipation of that ominous song that all alien movies seem to have when you walk onto a spaceship or enter another galaxy, but it doesn’t happen. See, this is what happens when you live vicariously through too many movies and books about space.

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