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“You can, but you won’t walk the rest of the way.” It was his pleasure to convey her.
He opened the doors, extended the ramp, marched up that incline with her slung over his shoulder, and entered the modified freighter.
“I would like to walk now.” His little human’s tone lacked conviction.
“Would you?” He carried her through the ship.
“Ummm…” Her erotic humming plucked at his balls. “I should like to walk now.”
He conveyed her onto the bridge.
“You like being carried, my female.” Strike set her carefully in the captain’s chair. He liked carrying her.
“It’s not very dignified.” That wasn’t a no. She lowered the hood of her cloak, revealing her face.
No longer dimmed by shadows, her beauty almost caused his knees to malfunction. His female had brown curls, light-brown skin, a rounded countenance, and lush lips. Her brown eyes glittered with flecks of red.
“You’re stunning.” Those words left his lips without flowing through his processors.
Her cheeks flushed with pink pigment. “I’m stunningly ordinary, you must mean.”
“There is nothing ordinary about you, my female.” He was the most fortunate warrior in the universe to have her as his genetic match.
“Yes. Well.” She appeared flustered.
Had no one ever told her that? He frowned.
Humans were fools.
“We can talk about this later.” She waved one of her hands. “After we rescue Talley and Tsadok.”
Those must be the abducted beings.
Strike removed his cloak and his hand coverings and placed them back in their compartment.
“You’re gray.” His female squeaked. “I was told all Powluks were green, and you’re…not.”
“I’m not a Powluk.” He lifted her out of her seat, claimed it for himself and perched her on his lap. That physical connection eased some of the building tension within him.
According to the databases, Powluks were green humanoid warriors residing in a neighboring star system.
“I’m a D model cyborg.” He started the modified freighter’s engines. “What’s our destination?”
“Powlus Zetus.” She shifted on his lap to sit sideways across his legs. “Syndicul researchers studied cyborgs when they developed our robotic warriors.”
“Your robotic warriors are inferior to cyborgs.” It was an insult to be compared to them.
He performed the systems checks.
“Yes, they’re inferior.” His female rolled her eyes. “You might be half machine, but you’re still a living breathing being. They’re…not.”
He harrumphed and guided the modified freighter upward.
“Your kind is also known as being some of the best fighters in the universe.” She gazed up at him. Her forehead furrowed with processing lines. “The best fighters…I guess it makes sense the Powluks would assign you, their best fighter, to guard Tsadok.” The lines on her gorgeous face flattened. “He’s their heir apparent.”
She projected he was a guard to one of the abducted beings. Strike pressed his lips together. She hadn’t trusted him merely because she sensed he was her warrior.
That was…disappointing.
