by Yvette Hines
He peered over his shoulder to check on her. There was more color in her features than had been there moments before. She was at least up to her knees now. “He hurt you.”
She shook her head. “No. I can explain.”
Before Kesh could ask her what happened there was a jolt in his arm. The burning pain shot up from his forearm into his shoulder causing him to release the male. Rubbing his arm, Kesh stared at the male now bent over and gasping for air. In his hand was some kind of instrument that was still popping and snapping like a battery source.
Kesh didn’t even see the male with anything and then the object was there. Almost like Cyran disappearing.
This is one strange place.
Going to kneel by Cyran he asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Just a little out of sorts from being pulled through space.” She fanned herself.
Kesh brushed her hair away from her face to see her better and check for himself she was unharmed. “How did you go away? Was there a wormhole I did not see?”
She offered him a small smile. “This is David. He owns this farm and is also a Holtzman Wizard, a level four space folder and first generation Earthling. He can’t take himself through space or put anything through, but he can pull things out.” She scowled at David. “Usually objects like the Taser in his hand. Not people.”
“Usually it is frown upon.” David like Cyran was now upright, but rubbed a hand over the markings on his neck. “I did it to rescue a friend.”
Cryan gave the man a broader smile.
Kesh growled. He didn’t care who this male was, he didn’t like the fact he seemed so close with Cyran.
“Is this your mate?”
“Um no. If he was, then I wouldn’t have—” She seemed to catch herself before she let out the information about their lustful actions in the field.
Approaching him, David held his hand out. “Let me properly greet you.”
Not sure what he wanted him to do with it, he stared at the hand before him.
“It is an Earth custom, Kesh. Place your hand in his and shake it,” Cyran instructed.
He did what she said.
When it ended, David’s gaze held his for a long moment.
“Why the assessment, Wizard?” Kesh didn’t like to be analyzed.
“I am just putting pieces together.” He tapped his lip as his arm reached out into nothing and he pulled back a glass filled with clear liquid. He handed it over to Cyran.
“Thank you, David.” She took the beverage and drank it.
“What pieces?”
“I have a question first.” David placed his hand behind his back. “I was awakened by the tension in the air between you and Cyran. Why are you here and where doesn’t she want to go with you?”
“That is no concern of yours.” Kesh would not answer to this male.
“He was contracted to take me back to a horrible king who abducted me from my home planet,” Cyran had no resistance in filling David in. “I am not going back.”
“Is this true, Kesh?”
“I have made a deal. My people are honorable.” Kesh folded his arms over his chest.”
David nodded. “Honor is everything.” He turned to Cyran and sighed. “You will be missed in this world, sweet Cyran.”
Her eyes grew wide. “What? You can’t think I mean to leave here with him?” She pointed at Kesh.
“Sadly, you will.” David closed the space between them. “There comes a point in our life where we must do something even when we are not sure why it has happened in a certain way.”
“I never did like riddles, David.” Cyran sniffed and Kesh recognized the signs when she was holding back tears. “But, no matter. I’m not going. I would die first.”
David chuckled and took her by the shoulders.
When Kesh took a step toward the other male for touching her, David glanced back at him. “Easy warrior. This is only in care and friendship.”
Kesh reigned in his emotions and remained in place but close by. “Proceed.”
“This hunter, warrior, would never allow you to die without it killing him first,” David said.
“He’s just a hunter for money. A paid warrior.”
“For my people.” For some reason Kesh didn’t want Cyran to think him heartless and willing to do his job for the chips.
“Be that as it may. A mate protects his own. You must go.”
“Mate?”
“Mate.”
There was no way to tell who spoke the word first, but Kesh was pretty sure David had the situation wrong. “My people are genetic beasts. We do not have one specific mate. Even my father has several life companions.”
David let go of Cyran and faced him fully. “I don’t know how this is possible, but it is. I can feel the bond between the two of you like a rope of dyneema. It is so strong I am surprised you did not come through the fold with her.” David chuckled.
Neither he nor Cyran joined the wizard’s mirth.
“You could be wrong, David. You have to be wrong.” Cyran stepped back looking from one male to the other.
“If I were. Kesh would have run around the fields first and around my farm looking everywhere for where you vanished too.” He held up a single finger. “He came straight here. You must go. Trust that things will work themselves out as they should.”
“Sir, I have set your vessel down in the land at the end of the vegetation.”
Cryan and David stared at him oddly.
Slowly, Kesh raised his arm and spoke toward the unit. “Thank you, Eboni.”
Kesh kept his gaze on Cyran, not sure if she would bolt or follow her friend’s words. He was preparing himself for either.
Chapter Six
“Welcome abroad, Cyran of Harveton.”
Cyran stood in the center of Kesh’s vessel and tried to made sense out of how she agreed to go with hm. The only thing she could think of was David’s words that Kesh was her mate.
Mate. That was a word she never believed would be connected to her.
“That is Eboni my IOS, Intelligent Operating System. She is a part of the vessel.”
“I like to think the heart of it,” Eboni tossed in.
“Hello, Eboni.” Cyran felt the vibration of the ship as it started beneath her feet.
Cyran tapped and pushed along the console. She suspected he was entering in the flight plan for return to Vorhal. She shivered and felt sick with the thought. Trust him the Fates, David had whispered to her when he hugged her goodbye.
“Coordinance in. Take off when ready,” Kesh announced to his digital copilot.
Cyran looked at the big man. He had muscles that made his body hard and alluring. The heat in her body that remained at a simmer since he came into her life, and their night in the fields had not helped remove it. It was a constant part of her now.
She looked around the ship. It was small, but not to the point it made the area feel cramped.
“After we get through the hole, I will show you around,” Kesh told her. “You should really find a seat for lifted off and the breakthrough of Earth atmosphere.”
Cyran glanced around. “Well, it doesn’t appear that your ship is equipped for any none digital travelers. There is nowhere for me to sit.”
The squeal burst out of her as one of Kesh’s thick arms circled her waist dragged her into his lap.
“There’s always a place for you here.” He buried his nose along the side of her neck and inhaled. When he lifted away, he explained, “Usually, all of my passengers are hostile so I secure them in those side chambers until I get them to the person that hired me.”
“Maybe I should get inside one.” She shifted to get up.
Kesh held her fast. “No.” One hand slipped under her top and caressed her side.
“Kesh,” she began. His lap probably wasn’t the best place for her to be since even being close to him had her body craving, but his touch was adding fuel to an already out of control fire.
“Let’s
talk, Cyran.” His hand glided around her back and traced her spine as the vessel, controlled by Eboni rose slowly from the ground before shooting off into space.
First thing she realized was that his small ship was faster and smoother than the big clunky, out of date space shuttles she snuck on when she made the trip through the galaxy.
“Why do we need to? You’ve made up your mind. I have to be returned to Rasp.” She glanced out the window and watched as azure skies become darker and then black with stars.
“This will be a long voyage. We should use the time wisely.” He trailed fingers down her spine and to her ass before cupping it. “If not talking there are other things we can do.”
“What do you want to know?” Tumbled from her lips. It wasn’t that she didn’t desire him. She did. By the hardness beneath her hip, she was clear of his lust for her. She was hesitant in repeating the night they’d shared. Sexual hunger was what she felt for him now, but if she continued in giving herself to him how could she keep her heart from being invested.
She refused to consider the impact if David’s assumptions were true and somehow in a weird way Kesh was her mate. Her heart ached with the thought of having found him and lose him at the same time.
“Tell me of your people.”
“Well, you know of our calori series. That is a large part of who we are.”
“For procreation?” he gazed intently at her, appearing extremely interested in what she had to say.
“That. Also, it gives us the ability to produce growth and incite fertilization.”
“Is that how you had the ability to make such a lush from in a dry land?” he pondered.
She didn’t even think to stop herself as she placed a hand on his shoulder and traced his collarbone with her thumb. The connection felt nice. Right. “Yes. Placing our hands in the soil we give our energy to the soil and in turn it yields the vegetation.”
His nod was slow. “That explains why it seemed as if the plants had come alive.”
“Not alive but at they draw from us they flourish beyond normal capacity.” Sadness entered her heart and a sigh slipped out.
“What is it?”
“Do you think there are places on Vorhal that I will be able to connect with the soil?”
Kesh used his free hand to cup her face. “I don’t wish to discuss king or planet.”
“Alright.” She was fine with that.
“Do you think, Cyran, that you could bring growth where there isn’t any vegetation? Or does there have to be something there?”
“Harveton energy produce even where there seems to be no planet life.” She leaned into him. “There is always something and that something splits into something and something else. Look at Magic, New Mexico. A dry, desert place.”
“That is a true gift of your people.” His intense eyes met hers and held for a moment. They didn’t speak, but emotions echoed around her.
“Does it hurt to be in your calori series?” His voice was low.
“No.” She shook her head. “Just aches. More intense at times.” Like now she wanted to say, but she worked to keep it at bay.
“Did you have a mate before the demise of your planet?” He adjusted the seat so that it reclined some.
“I didn’t. Didn’t think I ever would.” She glanced out the window as they went by Earth’s moon.
“Is that because you were defective?”
“Yes.” She didn’t feel the same dejection had in the past. Even though she wasn’t fully convinced that Kesh was her mate. If he was then he would never be able to part with her. Never send her to be with another, good or bad.
“You are beautiful no matter what, Cyran.”
“Thank you.” She offered him a smile. “Tell me of Hyath. What are your people like?”
“All sorts.” He sighed. “It is a big planet. Our inhabitants have come from within our galaxy and beyond. My father is part of the original colonizers, beasts. It is where I get my size, my tracking ability and sharp warrior skills. My mother a second hybrid generation. Along with that, it is a science filled place and we are always trying to find answers. But, hunger is often too real.”
“That has ended many a planet.”
His hand tightened on her hip. “We are finally on the cusp of a program that could help produce a continuous supply of food. If we get the funds…and if it works.”
“Is that why you took this job?”
He nodded. “It is why I took this profession. Most of my planets resources goes out to buying food supplies from other planets and traders.”
She was beginning to understand him more. Just because she had a love for her people she lost, she realized he had a heart to keep his people thriving. Staring into his eyes, she was held captive by them.
“We have crossed through the wormhole, sir,” Eboni’s voice broken into the tension building between them.
“You promised me a tour of the vessel.” She glanced over at the console. “Can she fly this without you or do you need to be close at hand to help pilot?”
“You bet I can,” Eboni answered. “There is not a thing on this ship I can’t control.”
“I forgot to tell you over confident is Eboni as well.”
“Just self-assured,” the computer countered.
Cyran laughed at their sparing.
Kesh lifted her to her feet and rose after her. “Let me show you around.” He started off with showing her the passenger holds.
As he talked about some of the violent people he’d been sent after and criminals, she understood why he put them under and looked in.
Next, he showed her where all the ship’s supplies were kept.
“The last place is the sleep quarters.”
While he had been telling her all about his vessel, she’d heard the pride in his words. He respected and appreciate what he had in his control. She listened intently but kept her distance.
Now that they were in the back, she stepped to him, closing the gap.
It was as if they both knew they were on unstable ground when it came to them being around each other and touch was always a risk.
It was a risk she was willing to take. “I don’t know what lays ahead for me.”
“Cyran—”
She placed a finger over his lips, silencing him. “You have a heavy burden, Kesh. Your people are counting on you to bring them chips, hope for a better situation.”
“Where does that leave us?” His voice was husky.
“On a ship for some time just making the most of it.” She lifted her hand and slipped it behind his neck before she drew him down to her.
A whisper away, he asked, “Are you sure, Cyran?”
She glanced over at the big bed over against one wall. “Is that bed built for two?
“Oh, yes.”
“Then I’m very sure.”
He need no more encouragement to give in. As he claimed her mouth, he lifted her up until her legs wrapped around them.
Her body was reeling and she barely felt him moving across the room as they kissed, hard and deep.
Still holding her, he kneeled on the side of the mattress. He pulled his mouth from hers and looked into her eyes. His breathing was heavy when he asked, “I need you too bad and I’m probably going to destroy your garments.”
She let out a heavy playful sigh. “Then you better have something for me to where.” She arched and pressed her aching sex to his hard shaft.
“Eventually. However, I don’t have any issue with you walking around my vessel naked.”
Laughing she told him, “I better be afforded the same view.”
“Whatever you wish.” He laid her down in the center of his bed and wasted no time in tearing opening her shirt. His eyes feasted on her bare breasts. “Eboni.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Change the coordinance for our destination to be the longest of the routes.”
“I’ll get right on it,” Eboni declared.
Cyran leaned up and unfas
tened his trousers. When she shoved them down his hips his cock sprang forth. To both of their delights, she leaned toward him and slipped her mouth along his length, his reward for extending their time together.
He groaned as he tipped his head back. “Now that’s a way to start a voyage.”
Epilogue
“Ah!” Cyran’s screams echoed through the chamber of his vessel.
He felt the last quakes and tremors rocking her body as his tongue continued to glide along her wet pussy. Out of all the ways they shared their lust with each other with every one of her frequent calori series, tasting her to ecstasy was by far his favorite way to end their sessions.
When he felt her hands in his hair go slack, he kissed the center of one of her thighs then glanced up. Cyran had drifted into an exhausted sleep. Her last series they had been relentless, pleasuring each other all over the ship. At times hard and mind-blowing while others he simply moved in and out along her walls in a slow and tender fashion as he stared into her green eyes. This time was different then all the other on the voyage because they both knew the journey had come to its end.
True to her word, Eboni had taken them around the longest of ways and only stopped for refueling.
During their time together, he and Cyran had gotten to know each other on every level. They ate, laughed, played games, talked and sexed.
Even after the long trip he never tired of being with her. This trip had provided something else for him. Answers to his questions. Now that he was clear about everything he knew what had to be done and had already put it in motion.
Slipping from the bed, he covered Cyran’s form before he went into the cleansing compartment for a brief freshening. He chose to remain without clothes, since it would only be a short while before they dressed and left the ship.
Arriving at the front of the ship he sat in his chair.
“Hello, sir. We have successfully docked in port.”
“Great work, Eboni, as smooth as ever.”
“My pleasure. Are you ready for your video conference?” Eboni inquired.
“Yes. Connect me, but keep my shot narrowed to my face.” Kesh wasn’t ashamed of his form, but he wanted to before sure if Cyran woke and strolled out to the front Rasp wouldn’t get an eyeful.
