Mated to the Jardan Pirate

by Aria Bell

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  ~ Dedication ~

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  EPILOGUE

  ~ About the Author ~

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  Mated to the Jardan Pirate (Book Three)

  Mated to the

  Jardan Pirate

  Galactic Alien Mates Book Three

  Aria Bell

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  Mated to the Jardan Pirate

  Copyright © 2017 by Aria Bell

  ISBN: 978-1-944138-90-5

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  First Etopia Press electronic publication: April 2017

  ~ Dedication ~

  To everyone who enjoyed the first two Galactic Alien Mates books. Thank you so much!

  CHAPTER ONE

  Captain Sylvis Trasker of the GPC Mero Tallasa

  Andolan System

  Some days I wondered why I’d ever wanted to captain a starship. I should have simply stayed on Tirinva and made a fulltime career out of being a lady of leisure. But no, I had to be stubborn. I had to choose my own path. And now…here I was.

  The responsibility for twenty billion credits worth of interstellar pleasure cruiser, not to mention the thousands of souls on board, kept my stress levels simmering during every voyage. Even though nothing catastrophic had ever happened with me in command, captaining a cruise ship stuffed full of wealthy passengers on the same round trip voyage through the same star system was simultaneously nerve-racking and mind-numbingly dull. Lately I’d been wondering what I’d been thinking when I’d turned my back on my father’s wishes all those years ago and decided the stars were the place for me.

  I rested my chin on my hand and stared at the red nebula filling the Mero Tallasa’s bridge viewscreen, trying not to yawn. The expanse of stars alight amid the bright red interstellar cloud made a beautiful scene. It was always a huge hit with the passengers, but I’d taken this route so many times I barely even noticed it anymore. The realization made me a bit sad.

  First Mate Bestri Zrahm walked over and handed me a data tablet with the latest status updates and progress reports on repairs. “You need a vacation,” she said, giving me that look she always gave me when I got this way.

  Bestri was from Cleron Major and had silvery skin, blue-tinged hair, and purple eyes that went well with her white uniform. If she hadn’t been one of my best friends, I might hate her just a little for being so exotically beautiful. My standard issue brown hair and hazel eyes made me look like one of Tirinva’s little mudhens in comparison.

  I gritted my teeth and shook my head. Enough. Time to break out of my funk. “Don’t be silly,” I said brightly as I scanned the data tablet. “Every day is a vacation on board the Mero Tallasa, the jewel of Xexe Moray Corporation’s fleet.”

  Bestri arched an eyebrow at me. “I can’t decide if you’re joking or if you’ve lost your mind, Captain. But if you’ve lost your mind, that means I’m in command now, and I order you to take a vacation.”

  I laughed. Leave it to Bestri to get me grinning again. “If only I could. I really need an adventure to shake things up. An off-ship adventure,” I added quickly. Even as tedious and routine as the Mero Tallasa’s voyages were around the Andolan System, I didn’t want any more surprises. This voyage had been bad enough.

  “I might have something to shake you up,” Bestri said, grinning. “I’ll tell you about it later. But right now, I’m really looking forward to some time planetside. This last run had me wanting to steer us into the sun and end our misery.”

  I snorted, feeling exactly the same way. But on the bridge, I had to sound like the captain, so I switched to my no-nonsense captain’s voice and focused on the data readout. “They aren’t going to have the in-room drink dispensers back online for another seven hours? We’ll be back at the space port by then.”

  My first mate shook her head. “I have a feeling the company is going to get a huge amount of complaints. They’ll probably have to issue a load of refunds. The good news is, if we’re all fired, I can get us a commission on a deep space hauler where we won’t see any other people for at least a year.”

  “That’s good news?” I said, handing back the data pad.

  “After all the ‘hospitality challenges’ we faced on this last run? You bet it is.”

  I couldn’t help my grin. This had been one of the most difficult voyages of an otherwise yawn-worthy career captaining pleasure ships. It was certainly the most non-stop irritating since I’d become captain.

  First, our departure from Umeia space station was delayed six hours due to a primary engine anomaly we finally traced back to a bad sensor. A high-energy solar flare event had produced hiccups in some of our non-essential systems when we’d steered our course past the central star. The resulting interference-laden subspace calls and spotty data transfers annoyed our passengers to no end. It had also put the in-room drink dispensers on the fritz. And stars forbid the passengers couldn’t get drunk at will without having to head to one of the six restaurants or cocktail lounges on board for their intoxication pleasure. Then the galley staff had somehow mistakenly taken on a thousand kilograms of uivos spice instead of the very rare uelcite required to properly make pluogawa, the uncommon and expensive gourmet treat our cruise line was known for. The outrage over that blunder alone had upset some of our most affluent passengers past the point of civility. Who, in turn, made their displeasure known to their captain, Sylvis Trasker. AKA me. Which made me wish there was a drink dispenser on the bridge.

  Now as we finally—thank the stars—began the final leg of our journey back to our port of call, I could actually consider relaxing a little. The end was in sight. After all these problems, I was really looking forward to some time away from the bridge. It was enough to make me want to hide in a holo-room with a bottle of tenberry wine and lose myself in some good old-fashioned augmented reality. Maybe I’d re-holo that erotic romance about the two Earth warrior
s and their captive bride. And then do the fighter pilot program and blast some brigands into space dust.

  “Captain Trasker,” the helmsman said. “We’re picking up subspace interference ahead. It could cause problems for non-essential ship systems.”

  I swallowed a groan. If I had to deal with one more fussy aristocrat or rich merchant magnate with his panties in a knot because he had to wait an extra three seconds for the speed lift, I was going to seriously consider jettisoning myself in an escape pod to however far the oxygen lasted.

  I glanced at the systems officer. “Pol, what are we looking at here?”

  “Minor system disruptions,” Pol replied, a tall young man fresh out of the academy. He flashed through data feeds at his terminal. “Likely temporary. Shipboard comm systems. Bots going offline.”

  Great. The only thing that irritated the passengers more than having no in-room drinks was not having their cleaning bots. “Helm, adjust our course to avoid the worst of it.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” The helmsman began plotting the new course. “We should be back at Umeia in twenty-six standard hours.”

  I nodded. The course adjustment would put us about an hour behind. We could probably make that up with a thruster increase, but it would cost the cruise line more money. The Mero Tallasa was a Forstra Class cruise ship, with three thousand, five hundred souls on board including my crew of two hundred. Her warp engines were the pride of the Xexe Moray fleet…but running them hot lowered profits. And that meant I had to listen to accountants complaining at me. And that meant my bonus mysteriously growing smaller instead of larger.

  Bestri turned to me. The slightest hint of impatience lingered in my first mate’s voice. “A minor blip, Captain. We have this. The board is green, and we’re avoiding the patch of interference. Now get out, ma’am. I’ll alert you if there’s any issue.”

  I shook my head. “I’d only be sitting there, staring out the windows and wondering when I should head back onto the bridge.”

  Bestri reached into one of her uniform pockets. She winked as she handed over a small metallic cube about the size of a tenberry. Her voice was low and her grin was naughty. “This should relax you. Or just the opposite…”

  I glanced over the holo-cube, a program for the state-of-the-art holo rooms onboard the Mero Tallasa. “This isn’t one of those scary holo-programs you like, is it? I can’t handle that right now.”

  Her grin widened. “Nope. This is a state-of-the-art, scorching-hot holo-program. Fully interactive. It brainscans you and gives you exactly what you need.” She licked her lips. “Your perfect fantasy.”

  I laughed. “Perfect fantasy. Right now my perfect fantasy is probably sleep.”

  “Oh, you joke now, but will you be joking after you try it?” Bestri’s cheeks shaded from a soft silver to a gentle blue as she blushed, but her smile never faded. “Let’s just say I’m a fan. I’m sharing this with you because I’m your friend. And as your friend, I’m prescribing stress relief through vigorous fucking.”

  That surprised a laugh out of me. I bit my lip as I considered indulging. It had been long enough since I’d had a male in my life. The last one had been a fighter pilot on Oxirix Six. I’d had a good time with him, but then his carrier had deployed and neither of us had bothered to keep in contact. Although I’d had fun, I’d held myself back from developing any feelings for him. Exactly like I always did. They couldn’t know about my past or who I was. It kept me walled off…and seemed to kill every relationship before it could really develop.

  Maybe I was doomed to getting my kicks from holo-room sex programs for the rest of my life. I’d whine about it later when I was back in our homeport and had some spirits to drown my sorrows in. Until then, artificial sex fantasies would have to do me. Literally.

  “Okay, I’m going to give it a try. First Mate Zrahm, you have the helm.”

  Bestri stepped back and saluted. “Aye aye, Captain!”

  I took the holo-cube with me as I left the bridge. At first I was excited, but my spirits began to fall with every step. My duties as captain had taken over every aspect of my life, and the secrets I kept about my past ruined my chances at a meaningful romance. Now my life seemed to be one unending cycle of docking the Mero Tallasa, setting off with a full load of rich tourists, and cruising the same path through the Andolan System, stopping at the same pleasure ports, seeing the same nebulae, flying through the same planet rings.

  This certainly wasn’t the life my parents wanted for me. My father was Duke Archa Trasker of Von, my mother the Duchess of Terravon. On Tirinva, the House of Trasker was only three seats from the throne in the line of succession. My parents were filthy rich. I’d been filthy rich—once. Jewels. Clothing from Omanonk Tren, all the latest fashions. A cybernetic horse. Whatever I’d wanted. And my only duty had been to marry Duke Olli Qegort. So what if he snorted when he laughed? So what if he laughed at his own jokes, which meant he was almost always snorting. So what if he dyed his mustache purple and had a reputation for dark, depraved sexual desires that had put him on the no-entry list at even the seediest of Tirinva’s brothels? Purple was the color of House Qegort, after all. Any bruises on my face would simply look like house spirit.

  My parents had said it was all just vicious rumor, attempts to disgrace and destabilize a noble house for financial ends. And maybe it was. But it hadn’t mattered. All I’d ever wanted to do was fly.

  So I’d shipped off to the academy and trained as a pilot for cargo tugs. My mother had shrieked that I’d be stretched to death by a black hole, and my furious father told me I deserved to end up marooned on a desert world full of hostile alien life—penniless and alone.

  He wasn't that far off. The passengers on this run were about as hostile as any I’d ever seen. And he’d taken care of the penniless part when he’d disowned me for defying him. The alone part I was doing all by myself.

  It took less than half a minute on a speed lift to reach the deck with the holo-rooms. I entered an open holo-room and let it scan my biometrics before I inserted the holo-cube in the reader drive with hands that trembled slightly. My body began to respond to my anticipation, my heart beating faster and my mouth going dry. Quickly, I stripped out of my uniform as the holo-program loaded so I could be dressed in whatever outfit the program provided.

  Just as I skinned off my panties, the holo-room’s bare panels, motion cameras and projectors vanished, replaced with a wide terrace with an expansive view of icy mountains and a crystalline lake. The breeze kissed along my skin. The program photo-displays had me wearing next to nothing, a doshan silk and shear dress, with my long dark hair in a braid. An intricately carved stone table stood nearby, filled with my favorite dishes, fruits, and tenberry wine.

  I picked up a tweeleaf fruit and bit, enjoying the sweet tang bursting on my tongue as I glanced around eagerly, wondering what this program would see as one of my sexual fantasies…and then I saw him. A naked Colbix stood in the doorway between two stone pillars, his huge, muscular arms chained to the stone.

  My jaw dropped open at the sight of him, and my core tightened with an immediate flood of arousal as my pussy grew slippery and hot. The Colbix male towered above me, with a massive chest and a body packed with thick muscle. Colbix had a wide range of skin colors, and this one had yellowish-red skin like fire with elaborate dark patterns, stripes, and symbols across his body. There were even marking stripes along his large cock. His hair was long and darker than mine, his eyes also dark, his stare blazingly intense. He was also completely naked, I was happy to see. His cock, even though it wasn’t hard yet, was so long it sent a thrill of pure lust racing through me.

  I needed to do something about that, right now. I wanted him hard. The chains and shackles were a surprise, but I decided to run with it, because it gave me an opportunity to play a little. The expression on his face was searing, seeming to burn its way along my curves. Smiling coyly, I reached up and slowly undid the laces keeping the doshan dress on me, and then I let it slide
down my body, inch by inch.

  Another thrill raced through me as I watched his cock stiffen as I revealed more and more of my body to him. I felt beautiful, powerful, turning on this big alien without even a touch. Loving the way his long, thick cock thrust up and outward from him. His member was so big I doubted I could completely encircle it with my fingers and thumb, and the thought of that monster sliding inside me had me wetter than ever and weak in the knees.

  Maybe it had been a really long time if my fantasy had me going from zero to full warp speed without the slightest bit of preamble. But the needy groan that slipped from my lips said everything that needed saying.

  After the erotic sound left my lips, it seemed to hit him like a physical blow. His expression grew determined, and he automatically reached for me…only to be brought up short by the chains. I grinned as his expression darkened, frustrated because he was held back from what he clearly wanted so badly. Me. Then without a word, he flexed and pulled, all those huge muscles standing out as he ripped the chains out of their anchors in the stone pillars.