Page 64 of Savage Union

After that, I didn’t fight it anymore. Maybe I should have—later I wished that I had. But I was falling for Cass, even though I didn’t want to admit it to myself.

Every day I watched him navigating—checking the routes that Gurflug had plotted or doing the jumps himself. And all I could think of was how beautiful he was…and how much I wanted to be alone with him again.

And Cass wanted me too. It seemed that now that his Catamite blood had asserted itself, he couldn’t get enough of my seed. He sucked me several times a night and then in the mornings I woke to the feeling of his soft mouth enclosing me. It got so bad that we had to take part of our lunch break so he could suck me in my Ready Room—he couldn’t make it through the day without having my cream.

No male is going to complain about having his shaft sucked multiple times a day and I wasn’t either, but I found that letting the boy take me in his mouth so often had a strange effect on me. I began to want to return the favor.

Not that I dreamed of sucking cock—that wasn’t the way I was built. But I did begin to imagine hearing his moans of pleasure as I made him feel good. I wanted to make him comeand watch him while he lost control—which was definitelynotsomething I’d ever wanted with another male before. I felt almostthirstyto taste him the way he was tasting me.

At first I tried to put off the feeling…but it kept coming back to me. However when I took Cass in my arms and tried to reach into his trousers one morning, he wiggled away from me.

“Please, don’t Captain!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with fear and trepidation.

“Why not?” I asked reasonably. “I just want to return the favor, Cass. I want to make you feel good.”

“You do—by letting me suck you!” he exclaimed. “I don’t need anything else.”

“Well, maybeIdo,” I said, beginning to feel frustrated. “I want you—want to make you feel good. I want to make you come!”

I saw a flash of desire and need in his clear amber eyes, but he shook his head.

“Please try to understand, I…I’m a virgin.”

“I can help you with that,” I offered. Reaching out, I stroked his cheek. “I swear I’ll be gentle, little one,” I promised in a low voice. “I’ll get you ready before I take you.”

His eyes went wide and he shook his head.

“Please, no, Captain! I can’t—I’msorry.”

“Fine.” I let my hand drop. “We’ll forget about it, then.”

And I left him in bed and went to get dressed for the day. But I’ll admit, my heart was fucking sore from his rejection. I had offered to make him come when in the past, even theideaof putting my mouth on another man’s shaft would have made me sick. I had promised to be gentle and to make him feel good…and he had turned me down. I was hurt.

Little did I know that my new navigator was hiding a secret so huge it would put me and the whole ship in danger. But I was soon to find out…

38

JESSINA

After Turk tried to “make me feel good” and I rejected him, things got strained between us. I wished with all my heart I could have taken him up on his offer. It had been weeks now since I’d been able to come and I felt like a sexual ticking time bomb! But I couldn’t risk letting him find out my true identity—which would certainly happen if he started feeling around between my legs.

He still let me suck him, but then he turned away from me when I was finished drinking his cream. It hurt to feel his rejection after the intimacy we shared but I knew there was nothing I could do about it—not unless I was willing to reveal my secret. And I didn’t dare to do that.

Things came to a head when we finally reached the Triplex Cluster.

I found a quick, safe route to Gallion Five, a planet circling a red giant star where the trading partners of Clan Savage lived. I had to second guess and override the route Gurflug had already plotted, but that was becoming a regular thing.

I saw the Galafruxian’s bulging purple eyes narrow in rage as he watched me finish the route, but I no longer cared if he hated me. As Turk had said, he was not to be trusted. He might decideto jump the whole ship into a black hole out of spite, so his workhadto be checked. So far I hadn’t caught him doing anything really dangerous, but the routes he plotted could almost always be improved on and I had no problem in doing that.

We made dock in the Gallion Five spaceport and everyone got ready to go. Turk was going to negotiate with the Salashions for new cloning implements and illegal drugs and whatever else it was his Chieftain wanted him to bargain for. The rest of the men on the ship got shore leave—with the understanding that they had to be back in time for supper in the Mess Hall.

I had planned to wander the spaceport and the dry docks, maybe picking up a few souvenirs of my first successful journey outside my home galaxy. I wanted something to commemorate my accomplishment—the successful execution of all my hard work and training.

But that was before Turk informed me that I was going with him.

“But why?” I asked, when he told me in his Ready Room as the rest of the ship cleared out.

“Because I said so,” he growled. He was wearing his best dress uniform and the gold braid on the shoulders was almost the same color as his eyes and horns.

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