Page 27 of A Mate for Haax

This spaceship is sleek, and every detail has been meticulously streamlined. It has the same goldfish bubble windows, but this one is cherry red instead of black. Neon lights line the windows and bottom. It makes me wonder if this ship is a stealth one because it sure as hell looks like a luxury type of ship.

“This one has just the same cloaking technology as my own. I have spoken with the prince and my brother. The threat of attack from the Necorium is low.”

“How did you…” I start to speak but remember he can read my thoughts. I really need to get that under control.

“It’s nice to know what you’re thinking, mate.” He winks seductively. “Especially when you need me.”

“Haax.” I reprimand, knowing he’s right.

The sleek black door opens, permitting our entrance onto the ship, and a ramp extrudes from its bottom lip, beckoning us. I was right, it is luxurious.

I follow Haax as he makes his way into the cockpit and takes a seat in the pilot's chair. This dashboard in front of him lights up in glorious neon colors similar to the ones on the outside of the ship and of the flowers in the garden at the compound. My jaw drops at how much our technology lacks in comparison to the Grekarian’s ships; not that I’ve spent any time in human spaceships.

My sexy mate hits a button on the control panel, and the viewscreen before us shows the air stations doors opening to show us the beauty of the compound surrounding us. We are headed into space where everything will be pitch black, yet dotted with stars. I can’t wait to get there.

He’s been teasing me with all these tales of his youth and his planet since we met, and all I want to do is see it in person. My initial concerns about leaving Earth so soon have been swept away. The bond between us has clearly blossomed, and my thoughts tend to lean toward exploring a new place versus dreading going somewhere I’ve never been, to a planet where not everyone speaks English. Haax gives me this crazy feeling of comfort like when he’s around, nothing could go wrong.

The creatures that live on Grekaria have to be so different from those that roam around on Earth. I wonder if they have horses.

“Are there horses?” I ask out of nowhere from Haax’s point of view.

“Better.” He winks at me, but as I wait for him to explain further, I realize that isn’t going to happen.

I slide into the copilot's seat beside Haax. My hands fumble with the seatbelt, and Haax notices because, quicker than I can blink, he’s up, taking the webbing from me, stretching it across my body. The back of his hand rubs over my breasts and that all too familiar tingling sensation takes over.

“I must admit that I like these breasts. They are the perfect size, and I cannot wait for them to fill with milk for our greenling.” My cheeks heat at his words as a gasp slips free. The words aren’t necessarily dirty, but they have the same effect as if they were. It's the tone and volume he uses; low and gravelly.

Haax easily maneuvers through the doors, and then, slowly, he hits a few keys on the control panel, waiting for the outer shield over the compound to open. Before us lies the vast expanse of outer space. I don’t remember seeing this the last time we were up here, but we were also trying to escape and get back to Grekaria. We weren’t sight-seeing by any means.

There are a few ships floating around outside the shield. Ones I assume are probably guards keeping intruders out. Did they see the attack, or are these new guards assigned when the last ones lost their lives to the Necorium?

Well, that is a somber thought.

Haax reaches over, his large hand covering me. “We did not lose many of our men this time, not compared to the last time they breached the compound.

I nod my understanding, even though the thought of losing people always makes me sad. My heart aches for those who lost loved ones.

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Chapter 16

Haax

Once we are past the ships, I increase our speed, and we jet out into the atmosphere. The viewscreen now shows the darkness tinted with twinkling stars. We pass by the stars as we make our way to Grekaria, and it’s almost as if they’re dancing for us. In less than two days time, I will be showing my mate the home I have built for us to raise a family in. I will get to show her where I grew up, the places I swam as a greenling, and where I met my pet.

Esme cranes her neck to look out the window as we pass by other planets. The ooohhs and ahhhhs that fly past her lips lift my own in a smile more than once. To be seeing things for the first time, it must be a unique experience.

“Haax? Do you think I’ll ever be able to hear your thoughts?”

“Eventually, you will be able to, it’ll just take some time. But, for now, you may ask what I’m thinking so it is even.”

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We’ve been on the ship for hours and have a little over a full day still to go to reach our destination. My gaze trails over to where my mate sits in the copilot seat, and I realize for the first time that she’s asleep. Her head is cocked to the side, and her mouth hangs open slightly, a dribble of spit tries to break free.

Even in her sleep she looks beautiful and peaceful. Even if she is going to drool on herself. I know we could keep going, but we also need rest as tomorrow will be another long, taxing day.

Once the ship indicates we are in neutral territory, I will bring it to a halt and arrange the bed area for her. We can cloak it for a few hours while we catch some sleep before moving on.

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