Page 9 of Narzek
“Well, I’ve shown you all I can without clearance, except for the gym and the physical training rooms. Or I could show you my quarters.”
“Right. I think I’d like to see the gym.” After what happened in the lift, Cayla knew what would happen in his quarters. The level of attraction between them was unlike anything she had ever felt. Yet, it was more than that. She liked him, and from the way he looked at her, he wanted her, too.
“I heard wonderful things about your people and your world because a lot of the women in our barracks were from your world. They never stopped believing that your Farseek Brigade would come for them. It was only a matter of when.”
“Yes.” He nodded with a grim expression. “Most of us lost family and friends in and after that attack.”
“I suppose we were lucky to be sent to Berrapo, despite the fact we were slaves. They made us work long hours in the fields, and the food was barely palatable, but we were not severely abused like some of those on the slave ship.”
“That’s good to know,” he said as they began walking.
They hadn’t gotten far when Narzek’s com-tablet beeped from his pocket. He took it out and read the message on the screen. “Thank the Maker!” he murmured excitedly.
“What?”
“One of my sisters was found at another location on Berrapo. Your friend Luanne as well,” he said wondrously.
“Can we call them with your device?” Cayla hesitated to call it a phone because Narzek had alluded that it was much more. It was capable of producing holographic images of people at both ends of the conversation, so it was almost like they were in the same room talking together.
“Not yet. Communications are tied up, reporting all the Uatu people who we retrieved to their loved ones. They will contact us in a rotation or two.”
Narzek sighed, looking relieved and disappointed at the news. Cayla could understand such mixed feelings. She was grateful to be freed from slavery, yet disappointed that she might never get back to Earth.
Narzek dropped the com in his pocket then hugged her without warning, lifting her off her feet. She thought for a moment he would kiss her, but he stopped and seemed to shake himself mentally. They were in the middle of the hallway close to the gym, and anyone could come by at any time.
He set her back on her feet and broke contact as soon as she had her balance. Cayla was a bit stunned by the desire coursing through her body by that brief contact.
Narzek looked up and down the corridor.
“Don’t worry. No one saw that,” Cayla murmured.
She doubted it was embarrassment as she saw the raw need in his eyes when she looked up at him. He was an officer, and even though he was off duty, she suspected he could be disciplined had anyone seen them.
“I need you to come with me,” he murmured urgently. “I need you.”
He looked shaken, between the news and the explosion of desire that flared between them whenever they touched. Cayla had some of those same feelings, adding to all the craziness that had become her life. With Narzek, she had found a bond worth pursuing. She nodded and started heading for the lift.
They didn’t speak or touch as the doors closed. When they emerged on their level, Cayla let him guide her to the door of his quarters. Once they were inside, Narzek turned to her and cradled her face in his hands.
“If you are not ready for me to claim you as my mate, I wish to share sex with you?”
“What is the difference?”
“Once I eject my seed inside you, we are bonded for life. But I can wear a collector on my cock. It will not affect your pleasure or mine.”
“Yes, do that.” She wasn’t ready to make a commitment. She barely knew Narzek. What she did know was that she wanted him.
“Even then, I don’t think I can ever let you go.Solmatuonly comes once in a lifetime.”
“I don’t share sex, lightly, Narzek. I believe that thissolmatuis real. I have never wanted a man as much as I want you right now.”
Cayla could see the hunger in his eyes as he stared into hers for several seconds before he covered her lips with his in a tender kiss. As his mouth moved against hers, she opened for him, their only contact was their lips and his hands framing her face.
Narzek took her invitation to slide his tongue into her mouth and swirl it around hers. He pulled her against him and lifted her up, so they were chest to chest, and Cayla wrapped her legs around his hips so her mons was pressed against his erection.
Cayla knew this was happening fast, but she knew she wanted it. Two years of her life had been stolen from her, and she wanted the pleasure she found in Narzek’s arms. For those same two years Cayla was a slave; his life had been in limbo, not knowing if his family was dead or alive.
Even with the good news he just received, his mother’s fate was still unknown. They both needed an outlet for the turmoil of their emotions. No matter what happened, Cayla refused to feel guilty for having sex with this man she met a day ago.
