Page 11 of Argen Mate
Chapter Six
Zoe
The rendezvous with Dreadnaught One happened in the middle of the next day and seemed almost anticlimactic after the night I shared with Argen. I think I was still high on endorphins from making love for hours the night before. Those happy hormones and the potent tea we had before getting on the shuttle were probably what was keeping me from feeling exhausted.
It’s funny how I’d come to think of Dreadnaught One as home. Unlike theKurellisit was much more utilitarian. It wasn’t as large as theKurelliswhich could comfortably carry ten thousand people---even more if they doubled up in their cabins. The dreadnaughts were heavily armed battleships with the capacity for about one hundred fifty people. We had about a hundred ground soldiers and a ship’s crew of about fifty.
Even though it was smaller than the Sargan battlecruisers, it was more maneuverable and more heavily armed than the battlecruisers. It also had stronger shields
I never thought I would be happy to see the gray walls and corridors of Dread One, but I was glad to be back. Argen and I walked off the shuttle together. I carried a small duffle over my shoulder while he had only what he was wearing. We paused off to the side while he looked around the landing bay like a man who hadn’t been home in a long time. I could see he was feeling a bit emotional about being back.
After a moment, I touched his arm and said, “We should stop at the storeroom and get you a proper uniform and boots.”
He looked down at me and nodded after a moment, and we started walking again, passing through the cargo bay and then to the storeroom. The service bot at the storeroom counter scanned Argen and disappeared among the rows of shelving while we waited. A couple minutes later it returned with a duffle like mine containing everything he needed.
The Dreadnaught had four residential levels which were protected in the middle of the ship, Then, there was the bridge level that controlled the ship and contained conference rooms a mess hall and a training room. Sickbay was off the same corridor past the storeroom with a direct route off the landing bay for emergency access. That was our next stop.
Physically, Argen was doing well after a few days rest and decent food, but as we boarded Dread One from the shuttle, I suspected he was struggling emotionally. He was pretty good at hiding it from everyone else, but I could see traces of his captivity haunting him flickering in his eyes.
My friend Nora worked in the clinic frequently, but she was just getting back with us, so Argen was assessed by the AI medic which did a complete body scan and function evaluation within minutes. Argen had numerous healed injuries, a vitamin deficiency, and a brain hormone imbalance. The AI used a different diagnosis term, but it was synonymous with post-traumatic stress syndrome.
It injected him with nanites, vitamins and a biochip that would cure Argen’s PTSD. The AI also postponed his return to duty for ten days to give it time to work. It would be months before we reached Nadoo.
Although I wasn’t an officer, I had been assigned an officer’s cabin on Level Two of the residential area because there were no others available. Now it would also have an officer in it.
Since we had declaredsolmatu,I had a few days off duty now that I was back on Dread One. But at that point, I wasn’t sure whether Argen wanted to spend some time alone or alone together.
We went into the bedroom to put our things away. I was already using the tiny closet and drawers on the left side of the sleeping alcove, so Argen stowed his clothes in the one on the right. It didn’t take very long since I had three outfits and he had two.
At that point, I wasn’t sure what to do or say. I knew it bothered Argen that I had seen him lose his mask of strength those first few moments after we left the shuttle. Even an alpha male has his limits. The prolonged and repeated torture he had suffered would make even the strongest man doubt himself.
I wanted more than anything to take that pain from him, but I knew it would take more than me to do that. But then I saw a familiar spark in his eyes, and a darker passion than before. I might have been frightened by it in my old life, only I was anything but scared.
I stood my ground as Argen paced toward me purposefully. “I want you,” he murmured, and I smiled faintly and gave a slight nod as my whole body went on alert.
He gripped both sides of my tunic and ripped open and off me, backing me up against the wall. I gasped looking into his eyes. I saw dominant alpha male asserting himself. I breathed just a little faster as arousal took hold in my body. I wanted him, too.
He opened the fastener on my pants and pulled them down to my ankles, squatting in front of me, pressing his face into my mons and planting a kiss there. I was dripping almost instantly.
Argen lifted one leg and slipped my boot off then my pants, the other boot, and the rest of my pants. He pulled his clothes off even faster and grabbed my wrists. Pressing them against the wall over my head, he and lifted me up and drove his hot hard cock into me. He held me there, and I stared into his eyes.
“Mine!” he whispered.
“Yes!” I nodded and wrapped my legs around his hips.
He fused his lips to mine and seized the inside of my mouth with his tongue while driving his cock into me, asserting his claim with every thrust. I embraced his possession, both physically and emotionally, knowing he was working out his inner demons. He was taking control of our mating because he needed to be in control at that point.
I had actually been expecting it at some point, the more time I spend with him. Perhaps in his mind, he was subjugating me, as a dominant would a submissive. I didn’t exactly feel submissive but more like I was taking what I wanted.
I moaned and sobbed and murmured his name as he rammed his cock into me. I can’t even say how many times I came. Sometimes, he slowed, relishing the contractions around his shaft and others he just kept going. Eventually, he let my wrists go so I could grip his shoulders.
It was hard and raw and emotional and liberating as well as sexually ecstatic. The final time I came, I took Argen with me, and he roared as he poured his essence into me. I repeatedly crooned as he throbbed inside me, relishing it all and pressing my short nails into his flesh.
“Zoey, Zoe, are you okay?” he demanded breathlessly as he held me.
I grinned at him, breathing as hard as he was. “More than okay. That was awesome,” I was still wrapped around him with his cock inside me and my breasts squeezed erotically against his chest. He moved just a little and throbbed inside me, touching off a new round of shudders through my body.
“Ah, I’m, ah, just, ah, fine.” I managed to say. “It’s okay… How do you feel?”
