Page 14 of A Mate for Haax

Terror drops my stomach. “Wait, we’re going back?”

“Yes, Esme. I am the Commander of the Flighten. Odds are, the prince has already deployed the army. We are closer, so we shall go back.”

The bile in my mouth tastes bitter as I swallow it down, along with the lump in my throat. Brave is not a word I’m completely comfortable with, but I am, after all, the mate of a fearless war commander, but, in all honesty, I’m scared shitless. My heart pumps so fast that I worry about an arrhythmia. My hands shake with each quick inhale. I need to be strong and supportive for my mate, no matter how much of a wuss I feel like inside.

So I do what I can. “Tell me how I can help.”

Commands are thrown at me like snowballs from across the command center of the ship, and I try my best to follow every word Haax issues. He’s calm and shows no fear, which is why he’s such a good leader.

The beeping lasts for what seems like hours, but then complete silence overwhelms the cabin. The ship changes course faster than expected, and I wobble forward, unsteady on my feet, before being caught in strong, warm arms.

Notes of white tea and rain water tickle my senses and make me feel safe. It soothes me. In the back of my mind, a niggling feeling appears, an emotion I didn’t think I would feel in a moment like this exposes itself - arousal, pure arousal. My breath catches from the wetness slowly pooling between my legs.

His arms wrap around my waist and tighten, pulling my back to his front, and I can clearly feel his desire for me right now. With hands on my shoulders, he spins me, but I don’t look back at him. I can’t due to sheer embarrassment.

My hands fist his shirt-covered chest, saddened by the fact that I can’t feel his bare skin against me. I watch my fingers as I trace them across the broad ridges of his chest and shoulders, feeling him up like a cat in heat. “Are you in need, my mate?” A whimper is the only sound that breaks free. “Oh, you are. I can smell the sweet scent of your arousal, and my mouth waters for you. I want nothing more than to pleasure and devour you, my Esme.”

I try to swallow, but nothing happens. My mouth is dry as if I’ve been eating cotton balls. “Haax.” His name comes out breathlessly and filled with lust.

I want him, madly. The last time we got this worked up, we were interrupted, so I’m not even surprised when Haax’s comm starts to light up. A growl fills his throat and erupts into his mouth. Gritting his teeth, he speaks quietly. “I must take this. It is the prince. Impeccable timing these days.” Before answering, his gaze finds mine and immediately heats. “You will go to the room and get naked. Wait for me there because when I am through with this comm, I am going to devour your pussy. I’m hungry, and it’s been a while since I’ve eaten.” He winks at me, and there go my damn knees.

Vacating the thought of taking my seat at the command center, I head towards our quarters to do as told or to at least consider it. Finally, it’s finally happening. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep pretending we aren’t inevitable. My excuse that it’s too soon is becoming smothered beneath overwhelming sexual tension between us.

I can only imagine his velvety, solid length beneath my hand as I rub him. How similar will he be to a human male? Or is there any similarity at all? I’ve never met a human male who has two cocks, and I’m not entirely sure that what I saw online was believable, either.

Chapter 8

Haax

My eyes trail after Esme as she gets up and turns to leave, watching her voluptuous hips sway to and fro as she heads towards my quarters. Mmm… why must I be interrupted twice when things are getting steamy with my sexy little mate? The comm on my wrist buzzes, reminding me again, and I find myself rolling my eyes in annoyance. His holo comes up fuzzy on the screen before me. He’s pacing back and forth in front of me, several papers in one hand while he flails the other around as if he’s trying to talk with it. “Prince,” I say roughly as I answer the comm.

“Commander. The Necorium have detonated several bombs on Earth. We have no idea how they got onto the planet, and no one can seem to pinpoint when they crossed over. Or how they did so without anyone noticing. You know we keep strict borders.”

Guilt creeps into my mind. As a Commander, I should be doing my job, but I requested to find a mate instead. I have no regrets meeting my Esme; just need to focus on getting home and finding out intel. I shake my head, trying to focus. “What do you plan to do? Are you following emergency protocol for yourself? Is there a way off the planet for you? Do you know their next target?”

Axxon huffs and taps his chin as if mulling it over. “No, they will be waiting for me if I move now without more information as to where they are, and I have Daax commanding the Flighten from here as your second in command. I need you to run point on the ground and check in with me.”

My face scrunches, mildly displeased with his answer before I nod in acceptance. I would prefer he was under my protection, but Daax is just as good as I am. I trust him with the prince’s well-being. “Where will you go?”

A pause in his thoughts doesn’t seem to even appear. “The underground bunker. I will take my mate with me, and we can wait this out to see what happens next. I will have my comm.”

My mind panics briefly, going into overdrive. “And of the king and queen?” They are frail and need assistance. Should an attack happen against the crown, I fear their lives would be in unfortunate danger.

Sensing the direction my thoughts move, he speaks. “We have already moved them to the bunker.” That is the thing about being friends with the prince, he knows my expressions well.

He lifts his thick hand in his normal salute to me. “Be well, Haax. Keep me apprised of the situation going forward.”

I bow my head in deference to my prince. “I will.”

His holo image disappears in front of me, and I remember that naughty little mate who should be spread out naked on my bed waiting for me. My cocks jump at just the thought of it. A deep ache to finally scratch the itch snaps through me.

As the door to my room opens, my gaze sweeps the room for her. Only instead of a wide awake mate waiting for me, I see a sleeping beauty. As I near the bed, soft snores greet me.

Everything seems heightened. I can hear the flicker of the lights in my room and faint noises resonate throughout my craft.

The walls seem to glow more than usual, much like my soul when I’m with her. A feeling of affection floods through the bond link. As much as I want to wake her up, she looks so peaceful, so, yet again, we will wait to make the mating official. Even though I’m desperately hard simply thinking about her, I won’t force it.

I climb into the bed slowly so as to not wake her and scooch in closer. So close, in fact, that I can feel the warmth of her body against me. The mating fever hits. It’s what happens when you’ve found your mate but haven’t consummated the mating. Hopefully, soon, it will happen, and, this time, there will be no distractions.

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