A Drogon's Medieval Adventure: A Historical Celestial Mates SciFi (Chimera Drak Mates Book 1)

by T. J. Quinn

  “My best-educated guess is there is a one in about hundred thousand chance our conversation will end in violence, maybe a little less because your child is present. If you attack me, there’s a good chance the first indication will be you dropping your left leg back into a formal fighting stance. I noticed you’re right hand dominant so, you’ll to brace yourself to attack with that hand. Since you’ve received formal military training, you’ll turn on me when I least expect it and go for any vulnerabilities, you pick up on as we fight. If you’re your left leg goes back, I’ll spin around and take out your knee with the heel of my right foot. It’s the quickest way to defuse the situation.”

  The man gasped, “I would never do such a thing.”

  “It doesn’t matter if you do. I’m specifically trained to test my opponent’s responses, recognize fighting patterns and anticipate my opponent’s moves. Since I’ve been talking to you, I’ve run scenarios on at least half a dozen potential threats. It’s so deeply ingrained into my personality that I do it without even thinking about what I’m doing. The fact is, I’m not just a warrior. I’m a US Navy Seal, earning his Trident. I’m the evolution of thousands of years of formal military expertise condensed down into one human form. I’m seriously not bragging when I say that comparing me to any other warrior is nothing short of an insult.”

  “I believe what you say is true.”

  “I honestly don’t care if you believe it right now or not. By the time we reach Earth, you and every other hostage on this ship will be a believer. Let your people know that gathering intel on the Taron and protecting Earth is their ticket to freedom. They can die in the air with the Taron or enjoy a new life on my home world.”

  A alarm sounded off, and everyone in the room stood up and turned to the door. Though Nick seemed confused, everyone else knew the alarm was meant to alert them to present for the Taron elite. Dracon shoved his little one behind him and took a protective stance in front. The room became eerily quiet.

  Acacia didn’t have to wonder what they wanted. There were here for Nick. The collars they all wore monitored their movements, and they would, therefore, know he was now up and moving around. The door slid open, and three Taron elite walked in. Nick stepped out to meet them, with Jax at his back. Reaching out, they slapped a metal cuff on each man’s wrist. Squawking something that sounded like you work now, they turned on their heels and left.

  Nick sent her a questioning look. “That was all kinds of weird.”

  Sighing she approached. “It is a communication device like the Taron use to communicate with each other. They hate interacting with slaves and I believe they mean for you two to relay information to the slaves. We have developed ways to communicate among ourselves, but no one can speak the snarls of the Taron except the two of you. They will want regular reports on the progress of whatever duties you assign.” She watched the units begin to vibrate. A micron later, a small holographic image appeared. They watched an assortment of cargo being moved from area to another. An image of a crate being popped open and the contents being scanned danced through the air.

  Dracon immediately volunteered. “The Vampiere usually perform such functions. Would you like me to assign a crew?”

  Nodding, Nick responded. “Yes, please do.”

  Holding up his wrist he gestured to the device. “This worries me. It doesn’t come off, and if they can send messages to us, they can probably listen to what we’re saying.”

  Dracon nodded. “We will see to that. In the meantime, we need to get the assignments done. Slaves get eliminated if they are not useful.

  Jax’s communicator buzzed. Another three-dimensional image jumped up into the air. It showed a huge spill getting cleaned with little cleaning bots. Acacia headed for the door. “I will see to this situation. I recognize the section and have released the cleaning bots many times before.”

  Nick started to object. Before he could get too wound up, she stated soothingly. “This is our life. Do not worry for my safety, for none here would harm me but the Taron and they loathe the underworld.”

  “Come straight back, okay?”

  Nodding, Acacia took comfort in his protective stance. Perhaps he was growing real feelings for her. Her spirit soared at the thought of them being mated for life.

  Chapter 6

  Pushy Women

  ~ Nick ~

  Music Mix

  Being alone with the woman who’d announced to the underworld that she belonged to him was difficult for only one reason. He wanted her with an overpowering need that was becoming ever more difficult to resist. The woman smelled like cotton candy, and her potent mating scent filled the air. She was light on her feet, graceful and totally fixated on him. Those were good qualities for a female to have in his humble opinion.

  Her quiet voice pulled him from his internal thoughts. “Why do you fight so hard against something you clearly desire as much as I do?”

  Glancing behind him, he caught her dark eyes upon him yet again. “You don’t really want me.” When she opened her mouth to object, he pushed his bare feet against the floor, turning to face her. “I’m aware that you think you want me. The fact is, you’ve only known me for a few months, and you don’t really know me.”

  Seeming amused rather than annoyed, she announced. “You are not a complicated being. You eat, sleep, plot with the others to overthrow the Taron and deny your sexual urges. Have I missed anything?”

  Unable to keep the grin off his face, Nick replied sheepishly. “I guess you got my number, after all, Miss Acacia. The thing is, if you were on a real planet and had a million men to choose from, you’d pick someone else. You’re choosing me for lack of better options.”

  Her head jerked like she’d been slapped. Emotion jumped into her beautiful dark eyes like she finally understood something profound. “Among the Voltaire, there is a saying. Beware when you seek to divine the internal thoughts of another, lest you mistake their motivation for your own.”

  It took Nick a minute to figure out what she was saying. “No, that saying does not apply to this situation. It’s an oversimplification of a complex situation.”

  “It is simple. You either want me, or you do not.”

  “I want you. Jesus, you’re all I think about.”

  “Then we mate.”

  “I can tell you haven’t thought this whole thing through. We don’t even know if we can mate.”

  Smiling, she pulled her hair over one shoulder and began finger combing it. “We are very compatible. My grand sire was like you.”

  “A soldier?”

  Looking annoyed, her hands dropped to her lap. “He was human, and my grandmother was of the Voltaire.” Gesturing to herself, she asked frustratedly. “Do you not see that I am the one being aboard this ship who is most like you appearance? I wish you for a mate because we are compatible in many ways and our biology is foremost among them.”

  “That probably means I can get you pregnant. That’s the best reason of all not to jump into a mating relationship.”

  Her eyes narrowed to mere slits. “You think I am unfit to bear you children because…”

  Cutting her off, Nick’s voice raised a notch. “There’s no need for you to even finish that sentence. You are totally barking up the wrong tree.”

  Going back to messing with her long black hair, her voice communicated quite clearly that she was still miffed. “Then tell me the correct tree to bark up.”

  Sighing, Nick began to wonder why he was even trying to do the right thing. The thought came immediately to mind that Navy Seals didn’t take advantage of beautiful alien women with limited options. It was dishonorable. “Think about it for a minute. If we mated and had a child, would you really want them to be raised on this ship? This is no kind of environment to bring a child into.”

  “I was born in the underworld. Would you wish me from existence?”

  “Of course not Acacia, I did not know that you were born here.”

  “Many thousands of us are bor
n, mate, and die aboard these vessels. Before you, I thought this would be my fate as well. You alone have given me a reason to hope for more. Our children may be born in the underworld but they will one day live as free people on your home world.”

  “You can choose any man here, and you will still end up on Earth enjoying freedom.

  “I see something unique and intriguing in you, and my mind is eager to discover all your most deeply held secrets. My eyes admire your strong male form. My body calls to you. I wish to be naked in your arms.”

  “You are making it very hard to say no. We should talk more about this instead of making a rash decision.”

  “Warriors act. Political leaders talk. Which are you?”

  The stubborn set of her brow was all kinds of adorable. Her words reminded of the double dog dares he could never resist accepting as a child. Being caught off guard by her persistence, he spoke without thinking. “Apparently I’m a warrior with a stubborn and mouthy female on his hands.”

  Rising smoothly to her feet, she looked at him admiringly. “We will prepare to mate now. We will soon see if you are a true warrior or something less.”

  Tilting his head, Nick looked up into her proud face. “Is this one of those situations where I have to fight off a bunch of other men intent on claiming you?” Rolling to his feet, he stretched his arms above his head. “I don’t want to start any trouble, but if that’s the way it has to be…” Trailing off, he let her fill in the blank.

  Instead of responding verbally, her hands slid over her delicate body. His mouth went dry at the sensual and provocative display, which was clearly meant to provoke his arousal. The thing was, it was working better than he would ever think possible. As her hands cupped the curve of her breasts, she purred. “You are an easy male to engage.”

  “Exactly how the hell many males have you engaged with?”

  “A few, but none were quite as handsome as you.”

  Stalking towards her, he looked down at her. “Well, I’m going to make you forget every other male you ever knew. By the time we’re finished mating, my touch will be the only one seared into your memory.”

  “Is that so? I’m quite adept at touching myself.”

  Pulling her hands away, he spoke. “If you’re mine, you don’t get to touch without my permission.”

  Her gaze narrowed slightly, in the look he was coming to associate with suspicion. “My body belongs to me. You will not…”

  Wrapping one arm around her, he pulled her up until they were eye to eye. “I’m not of the Voltaire, Taron, or any of the other species you’re familiar with. I’m human, and I like being in charge.”

  She quickly glanced away, but not before he saw her expression get smug. The hot little alien was playing him. Running one hand under the small swath of material covering her breasts, he filled his palm with one pert breast. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he found it barely had a soft peak. Grasping it between his thumb and forefinger, he teased her until a strangled cry of pleasure broke from her throat.

  Letting her go completely, he stepped back. “No more touching yourself. From this moment forward, all your pleasure belongs to me.”

  The woman flushed a soft pink color from her plump little breasts to her hairline. “It will be as you say, my mate.”

  Stepping forward again, he asked quietly. “Tell me what we must do to prepare.”

  “We must cleanse ourselves and alert the priestess.”

  Nick felt his nostrils flare. “Do it now.” Hearing her sweet sounds of submission when he handled her precious body did something to him, fundamentally shifting his thinking on the subject of them being together. He suddenly felt embolden to claim her.

  The urgency to see her belly heavy with his child took him by surprise. What kind of guy thinks of that kind of shit when he meets a pretty girl? Shaking his head, Nick knew that with each passing day, he was becoming less like the man he once was and more like someone he didn’t fully recognize. It was terrifying, anxiety provoking and thrilling, all at the same time.

  Grabbing him by the hand, Acadia led him into a part of the underworld he’d never visited. The alien mother ships were huge, so there was much he hadn’t had the opportunity to see yet.

  Slipping into a large cargo hold, he marveled at the difference between this space and all the others he had visited. The entire room had been reworked into a hive by a brown resin. The substance had been used to create dozens of small individual compartments, giving each the appearance of a single cell in a beehive. Inside were comfortable pallets and sparse furnishing, the likes of which had been conspicuously absent from the other slave compartments.

  The beings standing and sitting around were all very similar in appearance and wore a long homespun type robe which opened in the front to reveal vastly different outfits. They had pale, almost translucent skin, pointed ears, and large dark almond shaped eyes. Their height was something approximating average for a human, but they each had a pale bone like ridge running around the top of their head. It shot up like an ornate crown through their long snow-white hair.

  They were the Voltaire, and Acacia’s heritage was on full display. After meeting so many Taron, he could see the bloodlines mingled in his new mate. Her pale blue skin was a gift from the Taron, but her small elegant body and pointed ears were all Voltaire. The human part was easy for him to pick up on, now that she’d pointed it out. Her arms and legs were very human as was the size of her head. Looking at her with new eyes, he realized she was far the most beautiful woman of any he’d seen.

  An older female moved forward. “Zaphredinelyn, it is good to see you again. Word has come to my ears that you have selected a human mate.”

  Acacia’s eyes slid away, leaving Nick with the impression that she was humiliated by the woman using her old name of shame in his presence.

  Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled his new mate close. “We no longer use that name. My mate will be called Acacia. May I ask why we are here?”

  “All Voltaire must receive the blessing of mating.”

  Acacia interjected, asking timidly. “May we be joined in the old way?”

  A smile of genuine warmth tugged at the older woman’s lips. “We would be honored to host your joining.”

  Chapter 7

  Bonding

  ~ Nick ~

  Music Mix

  Jax’s eyes bugged out of his head. “You have got to be joking with me, man. I’ve been all around and up in this place. Ain’t nobody said nothing about sticking your junk in a happy hole.”

  Slapping him on the shoulder, hard enough to shove him over a couple of inches, Jake barked a laugh. “You’re thinking of a glory hole, nimrod. And it wasn’t anything like that.”

  Sniggering, the former arms dealer shot back. “But it was a hole in the wall, and you had to stick your junk in there.”

  Nick nodded enthusiastically. “Only it was all hole and no glory. I just moseyed right up, lifted the family jewels and shoved everything God gave me right into the hole. Only it really wasn’t a hole. It was more like an indentation in the cleansing unit.”

  “Don’t tell me a little hand came out and cleaned your junk, cause I’m gonna be real jealous.”

  “Hell no. This is where the whole situation got super strange. The metal started vibrating.”

  “Now you’re talking.”

  Laughing, Nick shook his head. “Not the fun type of vibrating. More like that kind that made me wonder if it was going to vibrate my dick right off.”

  “Ouch. Are you dickless now? You can tell me. I won’t think you’re any less of a man.”

  “Dickless? I think not. I am hairless though. No damn joke. The damn sonic device is just some alien hair removal system for your privates.”

  Jax’s expression turned knowing. “Ah, a device to make alien women like us more. That makes sense, cause women sure don’t like pubes.”

  “Well fuck that, I was actually quite partial to mine.”

  Rolling his eyes, Ja
x responded teasingly. “Would you rather have hair on your ball sack or a beautiful alien bride? Make up your mind, man. Cause if you make the wrong decision, this guy standing here will shove his junk in a bizarre alien device designed to render him hairless in a hot minute to catch a little face time with Acacia.”

  Frowning, Nick shook his head in disgust. “I don’t know why I even talk to you. I really don’t.”

  Grinning like the madman he was, Jax shot back. “You talk to me because we’re the only two fuckers, crazy enough to think that shit’s funny.”

  “Yeah well heads up buddy, that cute little bitch in near the end of the first row is staring at you.”

  Glancing nervously around, he complained quietly. “Shit man, I didn’t do nothing. I swear.”

  Cuffing him on the back of the head, Nick whispered. “Stop being a stupid paranoid fucker and pay attention. She’s looking at you like she’d like a ride on your little pink pony.”

  “Fuck you, man. It’s a stallion.”

  “Well, unless you’re looking for hairless balls and nice creepy robe like mine, I suggest you stay away from that one.”

  Giving his new robe the once over, Jax grinned in that better you than me way, he was so fond of using for such moments. “What do you call that, anyway? You look like a Sith warrior with not enough material to make a full costume.”

  “Always got something smart to say, don’t you?” Smoothing down the front of his robe, Jake explained proudly. “This means I’ve been officially accepted into the company of the Voltaire. They were the first world conquered by the Taron.”

  “Yeah, I already heard all about how they are the ones who get the plum jobs and better everything than regular slaves. Congratulations, brother. You’re better off with them than sleeping on the metal floor in the human section.”

  “I ain’t going nowhere without you, so you get that shit out of your head right now. It seems the Voltaire have a real fondness for humans. They’ve cleared out a cell for you in the hive, right next to me and Acacia.”