Page 7 of Sevan

Sevan heard Jordan draw in a deep breath and knew that the vision of beauty on the screen was having the same effect on him. That meant she was real. Not imagined.

A surge of jealousy went through him. Glaring over at his brother, he dared him to have a sexual thought about his woman.

My woman? Great, now I’ve laid claim to a fantasy woman—again. Next I’ll be pulling up various versions of my own harem.

As horny as he was, he’d most likely pop anything inflatable, and the holograms, while stimulating, couldn’t take the place of a real woman, so he pushed the thought from his mind. Shifting in his seat, Sevan tried his best to redistribute the mass between his legs. If he continued to stare at her, his cock would be hard for a week. No amount of jerking off would ease the pain she would no doubt bring him. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he already woke each morning to find his dick so hard he could hammer nails, now he would be forced to live out his death staring at her from afar.

He’d dreamt of the beauty before him too many times to count. In his dreams, he’d fucked her so many ways that he felt himself blush. He’d done things with Lorelei that he’d never dreamed of doing in real life, and she sparked things in him that no one else did. The worst part of it all was that he’d actually fallen in love with her—a dream, a figment of his overactive imagination, a vision that now appeared before him in what he hoped was waking hours. And he hoped beyond hope that she truly was the mate he sought.

“Blasted thing doesn’t work. If that li’l Bagardo demon that claimed he fixed this pulled a fast one on me, I’ll pull his purple head off and shove it up his lime-green—” Jerking her hand away from the control panel in front of her, she winced as a blue spark shot out at her, catching her upper arm and burning it instantly.

No, baby, don’t ever cross those wires.

Sevan went eerily still. He’d never worried over a woman like this before. Well, no woman who wasn’t related to him or a member of his crew. His cousin had accompanied them on their journey, and he worried like hell every time she left the ship.

You’re dreaming or dead. Only way to explain Jordan seeing this too.

It shocked him how real and how human the woman on the screen appeared to be. One, if she was real, then some deep shit was going on. Dreaming of a woman galaxies away had to have some sort of cosmic ramifications. Mating with her in those dreams only intensified that.

His luck, she was real, but some freaky alien life form, projecting an image that he’d be comfortable with long enough to lure him in and then he’d find out that she really had six heads and wanted to eat him for lunch. That had to be it. She was picking his brain and came up with Lorelei’s likeness.

She tried again to fix the panel. Another blue spark shot out and caught her creamy cheek. Hissing, she grabbed hold of her face and winced.

Sevan stood fast, reaching for her as if he could really touch her through the viewing screen.

Glancing to his side, he found Jordan staring at him with an odd expression on his face. Wisely, his brother didn’t comment on his concern for the beautiful creature before them.

She reached out to try to touch the panel again but pulled away at the last second, allowing Sevan to exhale.

“Christian, can you get this thing to work? I can’t seem to get it to respond to any of my commands,” she said. “I swear it bit me twice already and if it does it again, I will shoot it and then recycle its parts into a waste receptacle. The bloody thing has a mind of its own.”

“Promise you won’t bite me if I get close enough to fix it? Though there are certain places you could nibble if the urge should strike,” a very male voice said from off screen.

Sevan’s blood ran cold as the beast within him threatened to surface. It would control his temper, or rather, leave him uncontrollable. He had no right to feel the pang of jealousy that now rode him, but he did. He watched as a large arm appeared first, followed closely by a man who looked to be in his mid-thirties. Tattoos covered the man’s arms. And upon closer inspection, Sevan saw that the woman had similar markings on her arms as well, although hers were a degree lighter than the male’s. In his dreams, Lorelei didn’t have any sort of markings on her. How had he missed those?

Maybe she just looks a lot like Lorelei—a hell of a lot like her.

The man near her looked as though he’d won the Strong Man of the Galaxy contest several years running. Sevan was not a small man by any standard, but he wasn’t quite the barbarian who stood by the tiny woman now.

Christian moved his body around the woman’s and let his gaze linger over her cleavage longer than Sevan could stand. His jaw tightened, and a low growl started in the back of his throat. Suddenly, he felt Jordan’s hand on his shoulder.

“Easy now, brother. We’ve only come to fix the ship,” said Jordan.

“Here you go. Just push this button here.” The man put his mouth to the woman’s ear, whispering something only she could hear. Her cheeks flushed and her body tensed. “Follow that procedure and you’ll be up and running in no time. Not that you need any help in the getting-things-up category.”

“Thank you, Christian,” she said, shifting in her seat. She glanced up at the screen and apparently was able to see them now as well, because she froze. “No.”

Her tongue darted out and over her bottom lip. That simple act sent chills of pleasure throughout Sevan’s body.

“By gods, she’s beautiful,” said Sevan.

Her brow creased as her cheeks flushed. Jordan cleared his throat and Sevan realized that he’d not only said that out loud, but she’d heard every word of it. It was his turn to blush.

“Control tower, this is Alpha Brig Three, requesting permission to dock,” Jordan said, laughing slightly.

“Perm…permission granted.” Her blue gaze locked on Sevan. She seemed to study him, tipping her head slightly and narrowing her gaze. Something clicked loudly and she shook her head as she hit another button and backed away from her seat. “Navigation will now be controlled by our tower. Please refrain from attempting to override this or irreparable damage to your vessel will occur. We will meet you in the loading area momentarily.”

Stunned by her rather cold tone, Sevan stared mindlessly at her. She went to cut transmission and Sevan leaned forward fast, not wanting to lose sight of her. “Wait. What policy do you have on outsiders?” It was best to know if they regarded them as hostile or not right off the bat. Not that it mattered what she thought, his dick already thought of her body as the only place it wanted to reside, and there was no overriding that.

She gave a tiny smile that tugged at his heartstrings before answering. “I think you will find that we’re friendly enough. We’ll see to it that you’re taken care of during your time here today. Come suns set, we will not tolerate any excuse causing you to stay on our planet. I take it from the lack of my need for a translator that you speak Earth English, as do we. That’s always comforting. It’s rare that any passersby speak our language. From my scans, you’re physically like us as well. Our atmosphere is rich in oxygen so respirators will not be necessary. Our digestive systems are identical to yours, so you will find our food adequate to sustain you. All of this leads me to believe that your visit will be most enjoyable.” A sad look passed over her beautiful features and Sevan wanted to kiss it away. “Be sure to remain armed, though. We are willing to allow you to do so in good trust. We shall not harm you, and we expect the same in return.”

She cut transmission before he had a chance to ask why he and his crew should remain armed. That was an odd request. Most planets they stopped at required them to check their weapons and deactivate any of the ship’s defenses.

“That’s interesting,” Jordan said, reading Sevan’s mind.

“You heard the lady.” Sevan pushed the button for the intercom that ran throughout the ship and looked at Jordan. “This is the captain. We’re docking now. Be sure to leave your weapons on and maintain a state of readiness. Travel in groups of two and do not engage without my permission. Anyone who disobeys this command will not have to worry about a court-martial. They won’t be alive to stand before the committee.”

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