Page 11 of Master
"You offered. Quite enthusiastically, as I recall," I drawled. I’d been stunned when she led me to the bed. I should have resisted, but my restraint melted when she touched me… the feel of her tiny hand in mine, pulling me toward untold pleasures. My cock twitched with the memory. "And my name is Tarook, not John."
Her natural floral scent spiked with warm spiciness. She huffed at my words before snatching the jumpsuit from the foot of the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. I settled on the bed to wait. It felt rather bruising to my ego that she appearedangered about the sex. Especially since it ranked as possibly my most pleasurable experience. I'd always thought human bodies fragile... not capable of withstanding mating with any kind other than their own. Clara was soft but resilient, and her body fit mine like the gods made her just for me. And her taste... nothing I'd ever laid my tongue against could compare with the sweet saltiness of her skin or the ambrosia of her cunt.
Clara slung out of the bathroom, tossing the wadded-up blanket on the bed.
“Why didn’t you tell me who you were when I... before we did... before….”
"I asked several times if you wanted to proceed, and you said yes." I smirked, remembering the way her fingers wound in my hair, pressing my face into her crotch.
"Stop it!" Clara hissed, shaking a finger at me. "Don't pretend to be Mr. Innocent in this. I thought you’d bought me for the night. You should have told me you were here to rescue me."
"I should have. You are right." I conceded. My Chieftain would be furious to learn of my discretion. I regretted Clara's anger, but not what happened. I would never regret that. "But you are the most delicious, beautiful creature I've had my hands on for some time. You must forgive my weakness...”
"I'm not forgiving shit. You fucked me under false pretenses," she snapped, and her cheeks deepened in color. "Who are you anyway?" Clara glanced over at the bedside table, and the next thing I knew, she was brandishing a garish green vase like a weapon. I couldn't help but chuckle.
I took a step closer, amused and impressed at the way she wielded the vase to prepare for smacking me with it. "As I said, my name is Tarook. I am the weapons master of the warship Bardaga. My Chieftain and your friend Emmy tasked me with your rescue."
“How do I know you’re not just some alien who kidnapped my friend and is now trying to kidnap me?" Clara demanded.
A deep laugh slipped from my lips. "I feel sorry for anyone who tries to kidnap Emmy. She is the most stubborn, persuasive female I've ever met." My Chieftain certainly has his hands full.
A flash of recognition flashed over Clara's face, her lips twisting. "Shit. You do know, Emmy. How do you know her?"
I squared my shoulders. "I am a Vaktaire warrior, bred to protect the weak. Our battleship, the Bardaga, protects Earth and its inhabitants from slavers. I met Emmy when my Chieftain rescued her from the Trogvyk ship."
“Trogvyk?”
"The creatures that stole you from Earth."
“Oh, you mean those sphinx cat things."
I didn’t know “sphinx cat” but decided not to press the issue, especially since Clara seemed to have relaxed a modicum.
"We attempted to intercept the slaver's ship once we realized they’d abducted you," I continued. "The Trogvyk launched four skiffs before we intercepted. Thankfully, our navigator tagged each skiff with a tracker, and yours led me here."
Her eyes widened again, this time with hope. “So, you know where my other friends are?”
“Yes.” The way her full lips curved upward gave me the most intense throb of pleasure. “Your friends are all in the stages of rescue. Which we need to be unless you would like to remain a pleasurer and see me shot out of an airlock.”
Violet eyes flashed toward the expanse of space visible through the window. "Don't tease me,” she muttered, then asked. "Is Emmy... is she okay?"
"She is very well," I answered, not revealing Emmy had accepted a mating to our Chieftain. That was not my news to convey. "You can speak to her as soon as we escape the Hartouk Lenaii."
Her heavy breath sounded relieved. Clara replaced the vase on the bedside table and took a step nearer.
“How exactly are we going to do that?”
"I have a plan," I grinned at her, striding back to the wardrobe, and pulling out a long pale blue cape. Clara stiffened as I moved to her side, but she didn't resist when I draped the cloak over her shoulders, pulling the hood to cover her head and face. I resisted running my fingertips along her cheek, despite the nearly desperate urge.
"Make sure you keep your head and hands completely covered. If someone recognizes you as human, we're fucked. It's well known you're the only human on the ship."
“I know,” Clara groaned, rolling her eyes.
As I opened my mouth to explain my plan of escape, a faint tapping on the other side of the door interrupted me. Clara stiffened, her eyes going wide in fear. I laid a finger across my lips, and Clara nodded her understanding. Stealthily, I crept to the door. The being on the other side gave nothing away, save foran excited uptick in his breathing at the sound of my footsteps. I took a deep breath and held it momentarily, readying my muscles. Yanking the door open, in a flurry of movement, I dragged the visitor inside.
He was a Karisian, a species that dealt in merchandising and commerce. The male wasn't much taller than Clara, with pale gray skin and oversized black eyes. He dressed in finery, a blood-red cravat at his neck symbolizing his status and wealth. He glared up at me, eyes widening as his mouth opened. I felt the deep breath he drew to call out, but he didn’t get the chance to make a sound before I slammed my fist into the center of his face. The male crumpled into a heap at my feet.
“I can’t believe you just hit him like that,” Clara grumbled, inching closer.
