Page 3 of Kameer's Mate
He's right. There have been many attempts to overthrow Captain Warren and dismantle his command team over the years. Each and every coup failed, always at great loss of life to the rebels.
In the last few months alone, there have been about ten separate attempts to overthrow the current command and break the treaty with the Darrvasons, including one that resulted in the demise of over two hundred members of a rebel group known as The Saviors. I shudder at the memory of that dark day.
The blaster fire continues for some time, and though the volume of the fighting is ear-splitting, Ned manages to fall asleep. I peer at him in shock and wonder what was in those pills.
When there’s a lull in the fighting, I peek over the counter, only to wish I hadn’t. A huge Darrvason male carrying a blaster in each hand glances into the salon as he walks by.
Our eyes meet and he pauses.
For a few seconds, I forget how to breathe.
He turns to face me, then strides directly into the salon, his steps quick and purposeful, an aura of authority radiating from his great, muscular form.
My heart races.
He’stalltall, likely over seven feet, and my neck strains as I stare up at him.
“Human female,” he says in perfect Galactic Common. His voice is so very deep. It vibrates through me and causes a strange sensation between my thighs, a delicious spasm of pleasure I’ve never experienced before.
His nostrils flare as he inhales a long breath, and a rumbling growl resounds from his throat. I think it’s a growl of appreciation, though I can’t be sure.
His red eyes glow brighter as he stares at me unblinkingly. “Human female, do you require assistance?”
Chapter 2
KAMEER
The petite,golden-haired female is achingly beautiful. The loveliest female I’ve glimpsed during my time aboard theJansonna. Not only that, but she smells delectable. I can easily detect the sweet pungency of her need, a delicious wetness between her thighs.
Her trembling increases and her eyes go wider. Afraid. She’s afraid of me. And yet… the scent of her excitement remains heavy in the air. Clearly, she is attracted to me. What a pity I can’t lawfully claim her at the moment. How I would enjoy stripping her clothes off and rutting her to completion.
Possessive thoughts swirl within me, a maelstrom of dark urges I long to satiate using the little female as my prey.
Is her name on the list of two thousand? I glance at the info screen where the names are still scrolling.
After years of solitude, years spent mourning Xersonna, the mate I lost during the war against the Yelltzins, I’ve been promised a human mate by Emperor Radakk himself. A reward for my service to the Darrvason Empire.
Perhaps I can arrange for this particular female to become mine.
My dual shafts harden at the prospect, and my scrotum commences a steady vibration.
I hold out my hand. “Deck Twenty’s corridors are safe now. Come and I will escort you to your abode. Are your quarters located on this deck?”
She glances at the floor beside her, and it’s then that I detect another scent. The repulsive aroma of a human male, to be precise. I growl, step around the counter, and point a blaster at a small unmoving form. Then I just as quickly lower the weapon. It’s a tiny, elderly man, and he’s asleep or perhaps unconscious. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’d fainted from fear during the commotion. In any case, he doesn’t pose a threat. He’s no armed rebel fighter.
I attach the blasters, which I’d taken off the body of a dead security officer, to my work belt, then focus on the pretty female. She’s young, and I thrill at the realization that she’s likely in the nineteen to twenty-five age bracket. If I had to guess, based upon my observations of humans thus far, I would say she’s in her early twenties.
Mine mine mine.
She hasn’t spoken a word to me yet, and she’s still trembling with fear, but the dark possessiveness swells more urgently inside me, a violent wave of carnal need.
The ancestral markings that cover my chest tingle, and I think it must be a sign.
A sign from the Star Gods that this female is meant to belong to me.
I step closer and savor another long inhale of her sweetness.
“I am Chief Kameer,” I say, unable to keep the annoyance from my tone. I want to hear her voice, yet she hasn’t responded to my inquiries. I realize fear has likely frozen her tongue, butI am not used to being ignored. “What is your name, human female?”
