Page 38 of Radakk's Mate
Ugh. Assholes. I’m not at all sorry they’re incarcerated.
Shaking away thoughts of my family, I return to my bedroom and set about reorganizing my belongings. I don’t have much, but to his credit, Captain Warren managed to pack everything from my family’s quarters that was mine. All my threadbare clothing and the few possessions I owned, including a framed picture of my mother, an ancient tablet that contains a vast library of Earth music, and a VR headset I’d salvaged from recycling and repaired myself.
I gaze at the picture of my mother. She has my eyes and nose, the same jawline and slightly pointed chin. Same blonde hair. In this picture, she’s not much older than I am right now. Maybe twenty-five. It was taken about a year before she gave birth to me.
I set the picture on a ledge near the viewscreen and sink down on the bed, wincing at the soreness between my thighs. I’d expected my bottom to be tender today, but the sting of the spanking Emperor Radakk administered has already faded. It’s the consummation of our mating union that has me so sore.
A flush sweeps over me. His cocks are huge, and he’d pounded me with both. And after he’d claimed my pussy, he’d ordered me to my knees. Ordered me to suck his appendages, one after the other.
Warmth fills me when I remember his admission that the males of his kind once nourished their mates, using their seed to keep them healthy during a famine. He’d spilled down my throat not once, butfour timeslast night. And later in the night, after he’d caught me pleasuring myself, he’d fed mehandfulsof his seed. His essence made me pleasantly full, and I hadn’t minded the taste either. Sweet. Like some kind of delicious pastry with icing.
I run a hand through my hair and give a huff of frustration. I’m supposed to be figuring out how to remove my bio monitors, stow away on a transport vessel, and escape theHaxxaland leave the Darrvason fleet far behind. Not daydreaming about the taste of my mate’s seed.
I already scoured all the closets and drawers in Emperor Radakk’s quarters, looking for a tool to help remove the monitors. But thus far, I haven’t had any luck.
When I pull at the white strips with my fingers, not only does it hurt, but I’m unable to make them budge. I can’t even peel up a corner of the monitors. Whatever adhesive substance was used, it’s not only waterproof, but it’s sturdy as fuck.
As for stowing away on a transport vessel, I can’t manage that if I’m trapped in the emperor’s lavish quarters. There’s only one exit, and the blasted door won’t open. I’ve tried prying it open, tried pressing all the buttons on the panel next to it, and even threw a chair at it once. I’m locked inside, and I need to do whatever it takes to convince him to let me out.
Also on my to-do list, I must establish a secure line with Captain Warren, which means I need a comm screen that links to theJansonna. I know the Darrvasons can hail theJansonna’s bridge, and I also know the emperor and admiral have spoken to the captain individually via video comms. The day before I was caught in the docking bay, I’d gleaned that information while spying on a gossiping pair of security officers.
Hm. Maybe if I tell Emperor Radakk I miss my friends on theJansonna, he might rig up a way for me to speak with them. He knows so little about me that he won’t realize I don’t actually have any friends. He won’t realize I’m telling him an untruth.
Guilt wraps around me as I consider what I’m preparing to do—lie to my mate. But it can’t be helped. I must speak with the captain of the worldship. I must convince him I’m doing everything I can to please Emperor Radakk and get him to divulge all he knows about my mother’s disappearance.
Once I learn all I can about my mother, then I’ll be free to implement my escape plan. Free to leave theHaxxaland travel from outpost to outpost as I search for her.
Of course, doing so when I don’t have a human transport vessel to steal will make things difficult, but if I’m able to learn the Darrvason’s transport vessel departure schedules, maybe I’ll have a fighting chance.
Surely the Darrvasons occasionally send their smaller vessels to outposts to trade and gather supplies. That’s what humankind does. Most of the time. For safety reasons, theJansonnaitself rarely docks at outposts. Instead, when an outpost is nearby, a trading vessel is usually deployed to negotiate trade and inquire about the purchase of supplies.
But theJansonnaconducts business this way because humankind doesn’t possess advanced weaponry. We can’t easily defend ourselves if challenged by an alien race. The Darrvasons, on the other hand, possess a powerful fleet. Maybe when they need supplies, they don’t have to send out a transport vessel while the fleet hides somewhere nearby.
Shit. Maybe the transport vessels I noticed in theHaxxal’sdocking bay aren’t really transport vessels at all. Maybe they’re simply used to travel from ship to ship within the fleet. Maybe sometimes that’s easier than deploying one of the long docking tunnels. Emperor Radakk used one such vessel just yesterday to travel to theRorrsa.
My heart sinks, and I start to second guess my plans. What if I’m being foolish? What if there really is no escaping the emperor?
Again, I experience a surge of guilt over the thought of leaving him. It’s a heaviness on my chest that makes it difficult to breathe.
I don’t understand it. I’m not falling for him. It’s simply not possible.
We barely know one another, and he’s a highhanded brute who thinks females should acquiesce to their mate’s every demand.
Once we are mated, little spy, I will take great pleasure in training you to be an obedient empress. A female who never interrupts her male superiors or offers her unsolicited opinion. Now be quiet. You are not part of these negotiations.
Yes, he’d actually said that. I’ll never forget.
A noise in the entryway has me rising to my feet. I listen, trying to determine if it’s Emperor Radakk or Closta. When I hear my name called out in a deep rumbling tone, I realize it’s not the servant android. It’s my mate. The Darrvason male I’m desperate to escape.
I hurry into the hallway as he approaches, and we meet just outside his bedroom. I flush as I recall all that happened within that room. The frisking. The spanking. The claiming. My breaths come faster when I recall the way his muscular thighs had flexed as he plunged into my mouth.
“Good morning, little empress.” He settles his hands on my shoulders.
“Good morning, Emperor,” I reply, forcing what I hope is a decent smile as I pretend I’m happy to see him. Sweet, obedient, and submissive. If I can be all those things, maybe he’ll install that video comm for me. Maybe he’ll allow me out of his quarters.
His nostrils flare and he inhales deep.
Oh God. There’s an ache growing between my thighs.
