Page 6 of Sevan

Chapter Three

Captain Sevan Vasil glanced over at his brother and second-in-command, Jordan. “What?”

“Nothing,” Jordan said, his lips pursed and his arms crossed.

It didn’t take a genius to tell him his brother was pissed. “Spill it.”

“I’m not so sure we should dock here. The planet isn’t marked on the map, and you yourself heard that they aren’t in the business of giving leave to Commission vessels. And what was that about assuming full responsibility for docking and—”

“And,” Sevan interrupted, “we don’t really have much of a choice here. Our fuel tank cracked somewhere back near Margaidia, and unless you want to chance piloting a vessel with no fuel and limited life supports all the way home, I’d suggest you get real comfy with the idea of docking here. We’ll never make it back to Earth without help. Hell, we can’t even make it back to Margaidia.”

“Captain, I didn’t mean to question your authority,” said Jordan, his expression hard.

“Cut the shit, Jordan. Don’t go all military on me. I can still remember you in diapers.”

“You’re three minutes older than me. Of course you remember. You were there too, moron. If you want to start flexing your three-minute-older muscles, let’s go—”

The main screen flickered and interrupted Jordan’s little rant. Static covered it for a split second before a vision appeared that was so beautiful and familiar, Sevan had to fight to breathe. Angelic didn’t even begin to cover her.

Instantly, his heart hammered.

It couldn’t be.

No.

It wasn’t possible.

She wasn’t real, was she?

Sevan couldn’t think, couldn’t move as he stared at her.

The woman on the viewing screen was identical to Lorelei—the beauty from his dreams.

Overwhelmed by emotion, he sat there, breathing heavy and trying to stop the obvious hallucination before him.

The goddess on the screen looked up at him, her royal-blue eyes wide, and then glanced down at the control panel before her. “Bugger! This thing is older than me. I swear it restarts every ten seconds. If I don’t figure it out soon they’ll end up stuck in orbit, and I am not in the mood to fetch them. The last thing I want to do today is go and tow an arrogant, cocky, too-sure-of-himself man who thinks the universe should bend at his every command…errr…I would rather wallow through pikineius dung than retrieve them.”

Nice to know where we rank, Sevan thought, chuckling silently.

The hint of an old Earth British accent came through, reminding Sevan of home. They didn’t spend nearly as much time among the Free World people on Earth as they’d like. No. Now their days were spent in the Commission, going where they demanded.

The woman narrowed her gaze on the control board before her. She was obviously unaware of the fact the visual communicator was already working. The thought of telling her he could both see and hear her crossed his mind for a millisecond before he decided just to take in the show until she figured it out. Besides, his cock had joined in the spectacle now, and its rather hard state demanded he remain still or risk ejaculating in his pants.

Not an option he wanted to take. Though it was hard to keep from yelling out the name Lorelei. The very idea that it wasn’t her terrified him. If she were real, and if she, too, shared the dreams, then she could be his mate.

Mine, he thought.

Neither man said a word as the vixen before them leaned forward. Her long black hair fell into her face, looking so silky and smooth that Sevan could almost feel it. Bringing a toned arm up, she lifted the hair away. Her luscious lips pouted outward, as if she were in deep thought.

You’re fucking killing me here. You’re a hallucination, that’s it.

Scolding his mind for placing the vision of his dream lover in place of the actual woman didn’t seem to stop the hallucination. Watching the woman only served to make it worse. Sevan had always been a sucker for women who were animated in their expressions, especially when it came to their lips. Just thinking about how full and lush hers looked made him picture his cock buried in her mouth as he held tightly to her silky hair.

Flashes of the erotic dreams he’d been having for months flooded back to him. It was her face he’d seen beneath him as he sank into the paradise of her warm depths. But how could that be? Had their ship blown up after the fuel tank cracked? Was he dead now and left to dream of Lorelei forever?

If you’ve got to go, ending up envisioning her for the rest of eternity isn’t so bad.

The gorgeous woman punched the controls a few more times before rising slightly from her seat. Wearing a tiny black top that came to just above her navel, she was a vision of beauty. His eyes widened as the top pulled up to just under her ample breasts. His cock dug painfully into the top of his pants. It would tunnel through the material soon and demand attention from her. Having her with him in bed was the only way he was used to dreaming of her, and while this little tit for tat was amusing, he wanted her body milking him as he came inside her.

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