Michaela managed to dawdle until she thought Clan Korkla would arrive at any moment. As the morning lengthened, approaching the time the three men were due to arrive, she wondered if they actually would show up. Maybe they already debated the issue. Perhaps they had decided they’d made a mistake by letting her think they would consider her as their Matara.
Michaela paced the room, worried the clan wouldn’t come to see her and just as scared that they would. After a few minutes, her nerve broke. She couldn’t stand to know one way or the other. She went to her door. When it obligingly opened for her, she looked up and down the hall. No one was around, so she ran away.
Michaela didn’t go far, scurrying to Jessica’s quarters just a few steps down the hall. She hoped her friend hadn’t spent the night away with one of her potential clans.
* * * *
Korkla frowned and turned from the closed door to Michaela’s quarters. He eyed his concerned clanmates. “There’s no answer. Do you think she’s hiding in there, trying to avoid us?”
Raxstad examined the door and its locking mechanism. “I bet I could force it without damage.”
Govi put a hand on his Nobek’s muscled shoulder, his tone warning. “That would be a bad move. I told you she might avoid us.”
Korkla shoved down the frustration that tried to take good sense away. He’d barely slept all night. Time and again, his mind had turned to dark-eyed, beautiful Michaela, remembering every expression on her cherubic face.
He told Govi, “I thought we left things on such a good note with her. She seemed happy when we said our goodnights.”
His Imdiko gave him a sad smile, a particularly poignant expression for such a beautiful face. “This is a damaged, frightened Earther, my Dramok. Michaela seems to feel unworthy of positive attention every bit as much as she craves it.”
Raxstad planted his hands on his hips and scowled at nothing in particular. “This is fucked up. How are we supposed to fix that if she won’t even see us?”
Govi sighed. “Welcome to my world.”
Korkla grimaced. “I have new respect for your work with the other Earther Mataras, my Imdiko. Now what do we do?”
“Trouble, gentlemen?”
The deep and familiar voice of Crown Prince Bevau had all three men turning and bowing in an instant. He moved down the hall, as silent as any member of the Nobek breed.
If there was any man more stunning in looks than Korkla’s Imdiko clanmate Govi, it was Bevau. The prince had been graced with perfect bone structure and flawless beauty, from his chiseled face to his gracefully muscled body. As content as Korkla was with his own Nobek, he couldn’t help but appreciate the singular magnificence of the prince. He was gorgeous.
Bevau’s hands were improbably full with flowers, apparently just picked from Israla’s gardens. Seeing the handsome warrior carrying posies made Korkla chuckle along with Raxstad, while Govi blinked with a bemused look on his face. He took out his handheld and snapped a picture, which Bevau obligingly grinned for.
Fortunately, Bevau had a better sense of humor than most Nobeks. Korkla indulged in a little teasing of the younger man. “Since when did you become a gardener, my prince?” he asked.
Bevau smirked at him. “You should research your Earther customs better, Korkla. The females love receiving flowers. It’s traditional to give them in honor of important observances and to apologize with.”
Korkla’s smile faded. “Apologize?”
Bevau’s grin also dropped off. His look darkened, showing some of the fierceness of his designated breed. “Clajak was himself with Matara Jessica McInness last night. He also didn’t bother looking into Earther customs and offended her. He then went on to upset Egilka, but my Imdiko is not one to be mollified with pretty plants.”
Govi winced, but Korkla kept his demeanor unresponsive. Dramok Crown Prince Clajak, his employer, was a good man at heart. Unfortunately, he also possessed a quick temper and an even quicker tongue that spoke before the young man thought. Refusal to accept responsibility for much of his actions was a great failing of Clajak’s; one Korkla spent a lot of time dealing with the fallout of.
Korkla bit back a sigh. He should have figured on Clajak being clumsy with the Earther Jessica McInness. He asked Bevau, “Should I speak to him, my prince?”
Bevau gave him a knowing smile. “Not this time, Korkla. Let him stew and reflect on his actions for a bit. He’ll end up kicking his own ass better than any of us could.”
Korkla chuckled. “He might have a temper, but he also has plenty of conscience. He’ll one day learn to think first and act later.”
Bevau laughed. “That’s the dream that keeps me hopeful. How was your meeting with the little intersex dancer?”
Korkla’s humor dissipated as he was reminded of Michaela. “We thought it went well, but either she’s not answering her door or she’s made a run for it. Govi thinks she’ll be his greatest challenge.”
Bevau gave them all a sympathetic smile. “At least it’s not just my clan having difficulties. Perhaps her friend knows where your Michael-Michaela Blake has gone to. Wait here and I’ll ask ... assuming Jessica McInness doesn’t shut the door in my face.”
It was Govi who offered a heartfelt, “Thank you, my prince.” And snapped another picture.
“Here, get a shot of this.” Bevau made a show of preparing himself for battle: he threw his shoulders back, pushed his chest out, and tensed his arms to make his muscles bunch. Korkla’s clan rewarded him with amused chuckles. Though classified a Nobek, Bevau was actually a rare dual-breed: half Nobek and half Imdiko. While fierce in the face of adversity, he also didn’t mind showing his more caring nature or wicked sense of humor.
Bevau had to be caring and lighthearted to be clanned to Clajak, Korkla thought as he had so many times before. Sometimes the Dramok prince’s faults outweighed his good points and enormous potential.
Bevau went to the door of Jessica’s quarters. As he pressed the visitor announce, his pretense at battle-readiness faded. The prince assumed a more pleasant, gentle mien as he waited for an answer. As Govi sometimes privately joked to Korkla, Bevau had put his Imdiko face on.
The door opened, and the prince beamed at whoever stood within the room, presumably Jessica. He spoke quietly and bowed. His smile then grew wide, making his perfect features breathtaking.
Bevau turned to the waiting clan. “Here she is, Korkla.”
Korkla started forward, eager to see Michaela. Govi grabbed his and Raxstad’s arms, slowing them down so he could whisper urgently to them.
“Go gently with her. Say nothing of her attempt to hide from us. She needs to feel safe and in control of the situation for now.”
Dramok and Nobek nodded to their clanmate. Korkla could well understand Govi’s advice, and he was willing to do what it took to make the fragile Earther feel secure.
The three men reached the still-open doorway, and Bevau moved aside, allowing them to look into the room.
Front and center was the woman who had danced at Michaela’s side the night before, Jessica McInness. Though almost as tall as Michaela, she looked nothing like the Earther Korkla wished to woo. Jessica had straight chestnut hair, sharp elfin features, blue eyes, and a slender build. Jessica was lovely in her own right, someone that might have given Korkla pause had he not met Michaela first.
Behind Jessica was a familiar face, looking at him under a cap of short hair. Korkla blinked at the beautiful young man that looked like Michaela’s twin. It took a second before he realized he looked at Michaela herself. Michaela as her male aspect.
Her black curls were tied back tight in a ponytail that just reached the nape of her neck. The dark blue shirt she wore showed no signs of round feminine swells and accentuated the width of her shoulders, shoulders much broader than Jessica’s. The shirt draped down past the top of her black trousers, masking the rounded hips he noted the night before. Polished black boots completed the costume that rendered Michaela completely masculine.
Somehow he recovered his senses enough to bow, with Govi and Raxstad following suit. “Good day, Michaela.”
Korkla was surprised his voice came out gentle rather than rough. The Earther knocked the wind out of him each time he saw her. He thought she looked at him with desire too, though he detected fear in her expression as well. Her eyes were wide and dark, and she seemed to be breathing quickly.
Her tone was husky, as if with emotion. “Hi Korkla. Govi, Raxstad.”
He reached forward and took her hand, tugging her a little closer to his clan. “You are as handsome a man as you are a beautiful woman,” he said, letting her hear the feeling in his voice.
“Thank you.”
Michaela took another step towards them on her own. She wore a dazed look on her face. Was she that surprised they hadn’t rejected her in her male guise?
Pretending his heart wasn’t racing a million miles a minute, Korkla said casually, “Israla’s garden is in bloom and quite beautiful. Would you like to come with us for a walk?”
“Okay. See you later, Jessica.”
Michaela came with them so readily that Korkla was newly surprised. He saw Govi’s raised brows and knew his psychologist clanmate was just as stunned by the Earther’s lack of reluctance.
Bevau hadn’t been kidding about Earther women liking flowers. A garden full of blooms had been all it took to tempt Michaela out of her fears.
As they walked down the corridor towards one of the huge house’s exits, Korkla kept an eye on his small charge. Little by little, she lost the dreamy-eyed look. She snuck quick glances at them, and the Dramok could feel her nervousness returning. Worry creased her brow, and a small frown touched her full lips.
She suddenly said, “I, um, I wanted to see how Jessica was doing. I guess I forgot to keep track of the time. I’m sorry you had to look for me.”
Korkla exchanged a look with his clanmates. As a law enforcement officer, Raxstad was trained to detect subterfuge. Govi also knew a lie when he heard it. Perhaps Michaela was sorry to have avoided them, but she hadn’t done so as a mistake.
Govi smiled as if he accepted her excuse. “No harm done, little one. Did Jessica enjoy meeting with her clan last night?”
Korkla knew the question for what it was: a ploy to distract Michaela from her fears of them. It worked like a charm. Her dark, almost black eyes flashed. In an instant, the nervousness disappeared from her demeanor.
She snapped, “Oh, Jessica said last night was just fine and dandy. It was this morning when Korkla’s boss showed the kind of man he is that sucked.”
Michaela leveled that angry gaze at Korkla, as if he held the blame for his employer’s actions. The Dramok sighed. “Clajak doesn’t always handle himself as well as he could.”
“He made my friend cry, Korkla. He treated her like a piece of meat and tossed her aside. He’s an asshole.”
She’d come to a stop in the middle of the hallway to confront him in an aggressive stance with her legs wide and fists parked on her hips. Michaela didn’t seem to notice Korkla stood head and shoulders above her. She didn’t care that he probably outweighed her by over a hundred pounds of muscle. She was pissed off on Jessica’s behalf, demanding someone make it right.
Her anger was amazing, her lack of fear astounding. Moreover, she was breathtaking with her eyes snapping sparks and her coloring deepening with ire. Damn if she wasn’t giving him a hard-on. Korkla could have put her on her back in the middle of the floor right there and then and fucked her.
Instead, he put the brakes on his libido, knowing it was not welcome ... yet. He told the spitfire, “I wish I could apologize for Prince Clajak, Michaela. It is unconscionable that he upset Jessica to that extent.”
Govi added, “He has issues that often lead him to acting like a spoiled child, when in fact it is fear and dread that drive him.”
It was more information than Korkla felt prudent to give someone not yet privy to Kalquor’s eventual ruler. However, the admission calmed Michaela down.
She cocked her head inquisitively. “But Clajak is a prince. What does a prince have to worry about? And what gives him the right to take it out on Jessica?”
Korkla’s tone was stern. “He has no right to do any such thing.” He softened again when he had to speak in Clajak’s defense, since Michaela obviously thought he deserved none. “As to what he would have to worry about, that would be the eventual rule of an entire empire.”
She sucked on her lower lip in an adorable expression of realization. “Oh. Well. I suppose that is a hell of a burden.”
Raxstad growled, “He’s still an asshole for making your friend cry.”
Despite the rough voice, Raxstad’s expression was only a parody of fierceness. He winked at Michaela, and she grinned in delighted response.
Her smile made something in Korkla’s chest tighten. Damn it, this boy-woman was stunning. Whether lively with anger or childlike with nervousness, she enraptured him. He needed to find some way to make her see herself as he did.
Needing to touch her, if only in the most innocent manner, Korkla held his hand out to her. “Shall we continue on to the garden?”
Michaela’s humor faded. She looked at his hand for a couple of breaths before reluctantly taking it. “Okay,” she said uncertainly.
Govi gave Korkla a warning look. The Dramok looked at the tiny hand in his, not willing to let it go. Still, he had to do what was right for Michaela.
He tugged her towards the door that would lead outside. He told her with a gentle smile, “You don’t have to hold my hand if you don’t wish it, Michaela.”
She bit her lip. “It’s not that, not really. I’m not used to being touched. I’ve always avoided it because of what I am.”
“It’s been too dangerous to get that close to people,” Govi said.
Michaela nodded. “Exactly. Plasians are always trying to touch me, even though they know about me. Especially because they know about me. It’s weird, and I don’t like it. They shouldn’t want to.”
She couldn’t conceive of how amazing she was. It made Korkla’s stomach hurt to know how much she’d been denied and would continue to deny herself because she was what she was.
Korkla knew he should keep his mouth shut and leave it to Govi to say something wonderful and wise that would help Michaela over her fears. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but blurt, “I wish to touch you. Am I weird too?”
Michaela considered, biting her lip as she did. She admitted, “I can’t imagine you wanting such a thing. Maybe it’s because you haven’t seen me yet. All of me.”
“I can imagine how you look. I think you must be beautiful.”
She gave Korkla a sad look that wanted to rip his heart out of his chest. She said, “I wish you were right.”
Behind them in a rough voice Raxstad muttered, “I have no doubt he is. You are too hard on yourself, little one.”
They reached the door. Govi opened it for them, and they stepped outside onto the marble-floored veranda that overlooked the vast gardens on Israla’s property.
Korkla felt a rush of relief to see Michaela’s tragic expression disappear at the sight of the large and colorful garden that began at the bottom of the steps. Statues of seductively posed Plasians dotted the foreground, with a huge trickling fountain as the centerpiece. Beyond this stunning layout was the entrance to the tall-hedged ‘rooms’ of the rest of the garden. The Dramok knew the shrubbery served to partition off small areas, designed specifically for lovers’ trysts.
He regretted bringing Michaela out here. Perhaps stumbling upon Plasians having sex within the garden rooms would upset her.
It was too late to come up with an alternative plan. Michaela uttered a delighted cry and moved forward, pulling him along. The breeze brought the heady scent of
the flowers wafting over them like a bright blanket.
Chapter 4
Michaela’s lungs filled with the perfumed air of the garden as she floated down the steps of the mansion. Had there ever been a more gorgeous aroma? The flowers Prince Bevau had brought to Jessica had been a mere tease of the delightful bouquet that permeated the breeze outside. It made her head swim as much as the drinks she’d had the night before.
Michaela couldn’t help but look at the wanton sculptures that decorated the lush beds of color. On her left, the statue of two Plasian men joyfully entwined made her cock ache agreeably. On her right, the artwork depicted two women teasing a male who knelt between them. More lustful sculptures of Plasians indulging every sensual whim, including a few Michaela couldn’t quite figure out, had the entirety of her lower parts throbbing in want. It was the same irresistible ardor that had stolen her senses the moment she’d seen Korkla’s clan at Jessica’s door.
It hadn’t mattered how gentle the trio had appeared when they’d come looking for her. Michaela’s body had gone eager as soon as she’d approached them. Her mind had clamored over them searching for her, coming to claim her despite her efforts to avoid them. She hadn’t scared them away yet. Perhaps they truly were open to clanning with someone who was less than a real woman.
The two suns hanging over her head seemed to beam with the same hopeful joy Michaela felt. The garden and the high hedges of its more secretive rooms beckoned, promising adventure and delights she couldn’t comprehend. Michaela felt as happy and light as the perfume-filled air.
“Look at the flowers! Aren’t they beautiful?” She pulled free of Korkla to dash towards one of the flower beds.
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