Page 27 of Kameer's Mate
You will soon be free of Chief Kameer.
Soon be free? How?
Who the hell sent this message? A human or a Darrvason?
Is someone fucking with me, perhaps playing a cruel prank, or do I have a real chance of escaping the possessive Darrvason male?
The screen flashes blue again and goes blank as the message abruptly disappears.
Heart racing, I rush to the entryway and pound on the door a few times, suddenly desperate to escape. To my shock, this time the door slides open.
I gasp and take a step back.
Kameer.
My stomach flips.
The huge Darrvason who’s occupied my thoughts all morning stands in the doorway. He’s holding a small black box, and there’s a toolbelt secured around his waist. His visage brims with humor, as though he thinks my desire to escape is funny.
Well, fuck him. I draw in a huge breath, but before I can speak, or shout, he tosses the box inside and clamps a hand overmy mouth. His expression darkens, all traces of humor gone. The box lands with a resounding crash.
“No screaming.” He moves us further into the entryway, and the door finally slides shut behind him. “You will not attempt to cause a disturbance or call for help. It’s an offense that would warrant a strapping. A particularly severe one.”
I glare at him and try to speak, but my voice comes out muffled against his huge hand. Perhaps that’s for the best. Because I just cussed him out in French, an old Earth tongue. I’m not fluent in French, but thanks to my father who is, I know all the best curse words. I suppose even though Kameer might not understand my words, he’s probably smart enough to know when someone’s cursing at him in another language, and I instantly regret my outburst.
He uncovers my mouth and gives me a dark look. “If I asked you to repeat that in Galactic Common, would it burn my ears?”
I step back and instinctively lower my head as a wave of submission courses through me. My breath catches in my throat. It’s not the first time I’ve experienced the urge to submit to him, but it feels stronger now than the previous times. I try not to think about what it might mean, especially when my upper arms start tingling.
“I…” I attempt to answer him, but fear clutches my tongue, and my mouth goes dry. I’m not certain whether to be honest and beg his forgiveness, or to lie and hope he believes the untruth.
It’s then that my gaze lands on the box he’d tossed into the entryway. Or rather, the items that spilled out when it landed. There’s a long, thick strap, followed by a small, clear container that holds five replicas of Darrvason appendages in incremental sizes. There are also several clothing items, dresses constructed of fine silken fabric, sleek but comfortable looking slip-on shoes, and even undergarments.
“Please,” I whisper. “I-I wasn’t going to scream or make a scene. I just don’t like being trapped in your quarters. My family… I must speak with them soon. Please. I don’t want them to worry about me.”
Some of the sternness leaves Kameer’s face, though he still doesn’t look happy. I pray he doesn’t take the strap to me.
“Your family knows about your current status as a mated female, or at least your father knows,” Kameer says. “I just spoke with Captain Warren, and he personally delivered the news to your father early this morning.”
“Does my family know youbought me?” I can’t keep the fury from my tone. “Do they know you paid Captain Warren a bribe so he might deliver me to you as a gift?”
Kameer retrieves the strap from the floor, and my stomach drops, but he simply places it back in the box. He does the same with the clear container that holds the fake appendages, as well as the clothing and shoes, then he stands and sets the box on a nearby table. I wait with bated breath, expecting him to scold me or shout at me, but he does neither.
Instead, he gives me a look filled with longing. His nostrils flare and his red eyes glow brighter. His pants also appear suddenly tight in the crotch area.
“Remove your nightclothes, Mandy.”
“No. I won’t allow you to beat me just for speaking the truth.” Oh, dear God, I really need to shut up. Why can’t I remain calm while quietly plotting my escape?
You will soon be free of Chief Kameer.
I wish the mystery messenger had provided some actual details.
The waves of submission war with my simmering desire to rebel, a clash of emotions that gives me pause.
He comes closer. Trembles besiege me as he caresses a hand through my hair. “I’m not going to beat you, pretty human.” He places his lips at my ear. “I’m going to fuck you. Relentlessly.”
Before I can respond, he swoops me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom.
