by Gail Koger
“Yippee-ki-yay, motherfuckers.” I tossed a skunk bomb at the five Tai-Kok torturing my guys.
As they melted, Bebo quickly crammed three Rodan down his gullet.
At the same time, Datlow and Bey leaped on the two remaining Rodan, injecting them with venom. They were dead before they hit the floor.
Hank and Soulet fired rapidly at the snakes, incinerating them.
I slid off Bebo and hit the Release button for the shackles.
The freed prisoners quickly grabbed their weapons off a table.
Talree wrapped me in a fierce hug. “You shouldn’t have come.”
“I don’t want to be a single mom. Besides, who else is gonna save your sorry ass? Lothel?”
“Heads up,” Hank called.
I caught the med kit he tossed.
My Warlord’s eyes narrowed in pure exasperation. “Where is Lothel? He would never have allowed you to leave the ship.”
“Yet, here I am.” I handed him the pressure injector.
He pushed it against his neck and triggered it. “What did you do to him?”
“Me? Nothing.”
“Go back to the ship. Now.” Talree tossed the pressure injector to Voss.
More Tai-Kok charged into the room.
The next sixty seconds were a mad blur of violence, noise, and death.
When it was over, I wiped the blood off my face and surveyed the carnage. You’d think I’d learn. Never. Ever. Stand too close to Coletti Warlords or Askoles in battle mode.
A door swished open behind me, and I was abruptly jerked off my feet. My head slammed against the floor. Pain exploded in my skull, and my vision blurred. Blinking rapidly, I looked down at my leg. Fuck. A tail was wrapped around my right boot.
Sounding like a tire rapidly losing air, the Queen Mother yanked me through the doorway.
Damn. Talk about a freak of nature. Who would have thought a crocodile could mate with a python?
“Petka,” Bey drawled.
“Yes?” My mind had gone into slow-mo.
“I know you hit your head, but stop admiring the snake and kill it!” he yelled.
“Oh. Right.” I fired at the freak of nature. Every one of the bolts missed. Huh? What was up with that?
“Use your knife, petka. The Queen Mother is generating a gravitational field, which affects your laser.”
“Gotcha.”
The door slid shut behind me.
“Kaylee!” Talree’s roar echoed in my head.
The Queen Bitch gloated. “Your Warlord can’t save you.”
“I can save myself.” Pulling my knife, I sat up and hacked off her tail. It flopped around on the floor like a dying fish.
Her high-pitched cry of pain reverberated around the room. A vortex formed briefly, then fizzled out.
“Newsflash. You ain’t going anywhere, bitch.”
The Queen Mother whirled around. “You think you have the power to stop me?”
“Without a doubt. I’m allied with Bebo, the Gorum king, and you teamed up with Desh, the dead worm. Game over.”
“I have never been defeated,” she bellowed.
A pile of rags moved behind the Queen Mother.
“Your battle fleet is space debris, and all that’s left of your army is you. So yeah, I think you have been defeated.”
The Queen Mother bared her rather awesome set of crocodile teeth. “You I can kill.”
Fuck. My grip tightened on the knife.
A badly rusted skull popped up from the rags, and two telephoto lenses zoomed in on the Queen Mother.
Holy shit. It was Mog. How in the hell had he escaped from the brig?
His clawed hand seized the evil bitch’s still-flopping tail and stuffed it in his mouth.
“You might want to look behind you,” I said politely.
The freak of nature did a good imitation of a spitting feral cat. “Do you think me a fool?”
“Yeah, I kinda do.” I watched as Mog grabbed her and started chowing down.
The Queen Mother let out an ear-piercing cry and repeatedly bit his metal arm. “I am the Queen. I am the Queen. No one is allowed to touch me. You cannot eat me.” Her cries turned into gurgles.
Mog kept chomping away until only her head remained. Crunch.
I winced at the bone-shattering sounds. Oh, ick. Who knew his two pitiful teeth were capable of that much damage?
Mog belched.
Keeping my laser pistol on him, I got carefully to my feet. “I’m not dessert.”
He licked the blood off his mouth and stepped toward me.
Zarek, Voss, and Talree appeared in the room and fired simultaneously, incinerating Mog.
“Aw, I wanted to kill him.”
Talree ran his hands over me. “Where are you injured?”
“It’s not my blood.” I patted his face. “You’re awfully cute. Can I keep you?”
A worried frown creased Talree’s forehead. “Did she drug you?”
“She hit her head,” Bey informed Talree as he crawled into the room.
Zarek snapped in aggravation, “Where’s the Queen Mother?”
“Mog ate her.” I burst out laughing. “You…you should have seen the look on her scaly face when she realized she was gonna die. It was awesome.”
The Warlords stared at me in disbelief.
I looked at my father-in-law’s bloody hand. “You should get your boo-boo fixed.”
“I’m taking her to sick bay.” Talree scooped me up and teleported.
Chapter Twenty
God, I hated diplomatic affairs. This shindig was to honor the fallen warriors and celebrate the Queen Mother’s defeat. Ding-dong, the wicked bitch was dead, but we had lost too many in her quest to rule the galaxy.
Fighting back tears, I made a beeline for the chocolate. I opened a box of French Mint and popped one in my mouth. I sighed as the chocolaty goodness hit my taste buds. Utter perfection.
“What is this?” A tentacle reached over my shoulder and plucked one from the box.
Gorums had a sweet tooth? I turned and gave Bebo a toothy smile. “That’s Earth’s finest chocolate. Do you like it?”
“It tastes very much like Kodels.” The Gorum King grabbed the entire box and dumped it down his maw.
Curiosity had me asking, “What are Kodels?” The image of a squirming mass of pus formed in my mind. “Oh. Yum.”
Bebo seized the other two boxes and stuffed them in his mouth.
My eyes widened in alarm. The king’s skin had turned a funny green color. That couldn’t be good. “Are you feeling okay?”
He burped loudly and listed to one side. “Verrry gooood.”
Fuck. Could a Gorum get drunk on chocolate?
The Alliance musicians broke into a rousing number as dancers took to the floor.
“Like.” Bebo slid this way then that, his tentacles bobbing along with the music. He suddenly grabbed me and spun me around the room.
The dancers fled.
“Life with you is never boring,” Talree commented.
“It’s not my fault.”
“It never is, petka,” Bey snipped.
Zarek demanded, “What did Bebo eat?”
“Three boxes of chocolate.” I gasped as we twirled faster and faster.
“According to Raj, if we feed Bebo a Rodan, it should counteract the effects of the chocolate,” Voss stated.
“Do it,” Zarek commanded.
A bright yellow vortex materialized and spat out a Rodan. The monster took one look around and bolted.
Braying with delight, Bebo dumped me on the floor and gave chase.
The room spun dizzily around me. “Whoa. Talk about a head rush.”
Talree hugged me. “What am I to do with you?”
I kneaded his fine ass. “How about you punish me with some hot monkey sex?”
Poof. We were in our quarters. Talree tossed me on the bed. “You are my heart, Teka.”
“And you are mine.” I opened my arms.
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sp; He fell on top of me, and our mouths mated.
Talree’s hands skimmed over me, exploring my curves and igniting a fire in my belly.
I squeaked in surprise when he suddenly drove two phantom fingers deep inside me.
“You have such a hot pussy,” my Warlord whispered, his fingers fucking me.
Harder. Faster. Twisting the coil of arousal tighter and tighter until I ignited. Ecstasy roared through me. “Bow-chicka-wow-wow. That was awesome.”
“I aim to please.”
I framed Talree’s face with my hands. “Time for me to rock your world.”
“I can’t wait.” His kiss was hard, commanding, and very thorough.
“Momma, me wet,” Thor wailed.
I broke the kiss. “Parenthood is going to put a crimp in our sex life.”
Talree grinned. “It will, but—”
Zarek interrupted, “I need you both on the bridge.”
“Yes, Father.”
“I’ll join you as soon as I change Thor.”
He brushed his lips over mine. “Rain check?”
“Definitely.”
He vanished.
“Momma.”
“Coming.” I let out a contented sigh. My life might not be perfect, but I had a loving mate, a perfect little Warlord, the best friends in the universe, and a family who had never let me down. Throw in some chocolate, and I had everything I needed.
Loose Id Titles by Gail Koger
The COLETTI WARLORDS Series
Vexing Voss
Reality Bites
Just Desserts
Gail Koger
I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for thirty-one years, and to keep insanity at bay, I took up writing. Not to worry. The insanity isn’t catching—much. Other than the addiction to chocolate and the twitch in my left eye, I’m good. Next up in the Coletti Warlord series is Just Desserts. My current project is Catching Dragos, a paranormal romance.
Find out more about the author:
Main Web site: http://www.gailkoger.com/
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Loose Id Titles by Gail Koger
Gail Koger
