Page 39 of Clan and Command

Kila eyed the drive before slipping it into a pouch on his belt. “If the Basma can claim that sector, the lab specimen trade will be an easy matter between him and Bi’is. I have to say that you’ve made an excellent choice.”

“Do you think Maf will go for it?”

Kila’s thoughtful nod was both a victory and defeat to Piras. “He’d be a fool not to. It would bring the funds he needs and do away with the need to take care of his prisoners. I’ll pass this along to Dramok Sitrel and see what he has to say, but I can’t imagine there will be much argument. Nicely done, Admiral. Welcome to the revolution.”

Piras scowled, his conscience pricking him. All at once, giving Maf the space station hurt more than thinking Kila’s interest in him had waned. Even though he would have preferred the Nobek to take his leave, Piras switched topics to distract himself from the fate of Laro.

“Did you get your differences with your chief engineer taken care of?”

He had not dreamed it might be the Imdiko who had left all those marks on Kila, but the captain’s predatory grin said it all. “You’d like him, I think. Did I mention he’s half-Dramok?”

“You did.” Despite himself, Piras felt a spark of interest along with worry. Did Kila compare Lokmi to him and find Piras wanting?

“The irritating bastard prefers control. I’m glad to report he’s dealing with a bit of smarting pride today,” Kila gloated.

Piras thought about the handsome Lokmi. He found it interesting that he was a dual-breed Imdiko who would fight a Nobek for control. How would a man like that feel about someone who offered himself rather than oppose being topped?

Forget it. I can’t keep playing these games. It’s not worth the effort.He said to Kila, “I suppose he gave you a good fight.”

“A very good fight. He even won once, but I still claimed two out of three victories. I have no doubt we’ll be at cross-purposes again in the future. With luck, many times. He’s a demanding creature and will insist on beating me for dominance again.”

Piras managed to keep his voice even. “You look forward to that.”

“I can’t say I don’t. But then again, I’ve learned that I also enjoy being handed control too.” The grin Kila gave Piras was both terrifying and enthralling. “I can’t get that with Lokmi. I think he’ll challenge me every time.”

Piras refused to believe Kila found their trysts as enjoyable as the one he’d gotten from the Imdiko. Maybe Kila was trying to be kind. “I thought Nobeks lived to fight for their fun.”

“Maybe the one Nobek you compare to the rest of us.”

Fury swept in to replace jealousy. Piras slammed his fists to the desktop. “Stop bringing him up. It’s done and I’ve accepted it.”

Kila eyed him with open disbelief. Piras didn’t give him the satisfaction of squirming. He even managed to keep from clenching his jaw, though the urge to grind his teeth was almost overwhelming. He stared at the Nobek, making his demeanor cold after the burst of fiery anger.

Finally, Kila shrugged. “Perhaps you have, and perhaps you haven’t. It doesn’t matter so long as you do as you are told. I want you on my ship tonight. In my bed. I’m ready for a nice, compliant fuck now.”

Piras’s heart sped up, but his pride wasn’t ready to be overcome by lust. Not even for someone as tempting as Kila. “Which you’re not getting. Not from me.”

Kila went on as if he’d never spoken. “I never got around to putting my laundry in for cleaning this morning. You can enjoy the scent of my chief engineer while I shove my cock in your tight ass.”

“I said no. I don’t want to.” Piras was pretending again, but he couldn’t help it. Not when Kila kept alluding to Lidon.

One moment he was sitting in his chair, glaring at the Nobek. The next, he was on the floor, on his face and knees with Kila’s hand wrapped around the back of his neck.

The captain rubbed his ass and then reached between his legs to Piras’s groin to massage his cocks. The harsh friction was equally hurtful and exciting. Piras was hard in an instant. He cried out in denial, but his muscles went lax with eager surrender. He offered no resistance to Kila’s attack.

The Nobek’s hot breath in his ear sent a violent thrill up Piras’s spine. “Don’t you lie to me, boy. You want it. You want it the way I tell you to want it.” He yanked the crotch of the Dramok’s uniform open and grabbed the larger length that spilled out.

Piras shuddered as the hand worked him mercilessly. He wanted Kila, all right. More importantly, Kila still wanted him. Even after tussling with an Imdiko who fucked more like a Dramok than he could, Kila still wanted Piras.

The admiral moaned in mingled relief and desire. The hurt of the past couple of days disappeared. He lost himself in the security of the Nobek’s iron control, in the sensual delight of the calloused grip working his cock. His hips moved, driving him deeper into Kila’s hand. Heat flooded his loins, readying for the final submission.

Kila let him go. His boots appeared before Piras’s face. The Dramok raised his head and stared in confusion up at the man looming over him.

Kila licked wetness from his hand, his mocking smile pleased. “Com me on your way over tonight. I’ll put your access in my door commands so you can be waiting for me. Naked and with your ass in the air, ready to be fucked.”

He leaned over to smack Piras’s upraised rear. He hit hard enough to rock him, and exciting warmth pulsed through Piras’s flesh. He reached for Kila’s ankle.

The smooth leather of the Nobek’s boot slipped through his grip as he turned on his heel. Kila strutted out, leaving Piras crouched on the floor, his cocks hanging out. Leaving him to take care of the fierce erections himself.

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