AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She hesitates a moment, inching closer then dropping to her knees, her gaze locked on mine. A powerful bond binds us together, an intangible thread connects our souls.
Sorrow gathers on her pretty face as she raises her delicate human hand to gently place it on the barrier. I lean forward, yearning to feel the touch meant for me.
"How are you on Zune?" My question comes out as an embarrassing croak.
"Oh, good," her grin is hesitant, curious. "You can understand me."
"Universal translator implant." I tap my ear.
"Me too." She points to her ear then flips her hand. "Well, sort of. Mine is removable, not an implant. Anyway, we aren't on Zune. We left and flew to a planet called Crao."
I shake my head, trying to make sense of what's happened since I was first stunned in the prison compound's storage room. Ever since waking up trapped inside my own cargo hold, time has been impossible to track. Rations and water have been provided, as was a place to relieve myself, but for the most part, I remained unconscious, stunned into obedience by one of five escaped Ziarian prisoners.
"How long have we been on Crao?"
"Um..." The pretty human purses her plump lips, her eyes wandering in thought. "Maybe about two months or so."
Two months! How have I lost that much time?
"But you were there on the prison moon?"
"Yes. Me and four other girls, Darcy, Zoe, Romy, and Stacy. We didn't know each other before our abduction, but we're like sisters now. We crash landed on Zune after escaping a piss-yellow alien who wanted to use us as sex slaves," she tells me. "I think Drax, he's Stacy mate, called the planet Tirius. That's where we were taken to be sold after we were abducted from Earth."
I knew human females were a sought-after commodity. Interesting how five humans, a species ignorant of space travel beyond their solar system, were able to escape the market on Tirius and fly all the way to Zune. I open my mouth to inquire how they pulled it off when my name falls from her luscious lips.
"Qhix, you should put some ointment on those burns."
"You know my name?" I don't recall ever telling it to any of my captors. "How?"
"Rooke. He's a space pirate. Anyway, he knows who you are."
I chuckle. "A Ziarian space pirate, huh? I don't know any male named Rooke. I suppose he knows me by reputation alone."
"What made those strips across your chest?"
I peer down at where her eyes scan, noticing the friction burns striping my torso. "Seat straps from the hauler."
"You were trying to drive it through this transparent shield," she says, sweeping her hand over the solid nanite weave. "Mordox mentioned you were trying to escape."
"Mordox," I absently repeat the name, placing my palm over hers to trace across the invisible barrier separating us.
We engage in a dance, her hand guiding mine in a graceful waltz before coming to a halt. Our eyes lock through the invisible barrier, our hands touching, yet not, igniting a fire in my belly. This chaste moment should not be this arousing, but my cock throbs with a feral need to be buried deep inside her. Even my knot swells to spill my mating seed between her luscious thighs.
Her radiant smile triggers something primitive and instinctual to surge to life. I smile back, a storm of emotions and sensations rushing over me. It's a heady, intoxicating desire threatening to consume me, and yet there's more to it than mere physical attraction.
I find myself wanting to comfort her, to protect her from the dangers of the unforgiving Universe. This is no simple infatuation. This is much deeper, a bond forged by destiny. I hold myself in check, because I know what the beast is within me who anxiously waits to be unleashed.
Her smile wanes, and I watch her slender throat work through a hard swallow. "I'm truly sorry you're being held against your will."
"Your apology is appreciated," I say, recalling the beast Navik became to protect Cora. "But if you truly want to make amends, help me get out of here."
"I wish I could, but I'm not even supposed to be in here." She frowns, looking at where our hands touch. "The guys warned us you were dangerous. I wish things could be different and you didn't have to be inside this cage."
I recall watching my fellow Star Maverick morph before my eyes and rip a patroller to pieces with his bare hands, with the Yulineon still inside. Navik had become unrecognizable from the Kaul I knew. Claws as long as daggers had grown from his fingertips. His body swelling and growing to twice his height and weight. In his sivot form, he possessed immeasurable strength, was an unstoppable force. One I would bet my sack of tellic could tear through this nanite wall with little effort.
"What is your name, my exquisite beauty?" A wicked grin spreads across my face as an idea takes shape.
"Tasha." She coyly dips her chin, tucking a strand of liquid fire behind the shell of a delicate ear. "I don't normally blush," her cheeks blaze hot, "but no one's ever called me exquisite before."
