Taken By The Alpha Warlord (Warlords 0f Farian Book 2)

by Bailey Dark

  She crashed from the wall to the ground, sprawling out but scrambling to her feet quickly. She dodged in toward me, slashing her dagger at me. I thrust it aside with a quick whip of my hand, the gale-force wind knocking her three feet backward again.

  “Fight me!” Her bored look was gone, her eyes wide with anger.

  “Don’t you see? I don’t need to.”

  Her shoulders fell in, deflated, but then she whipped up all of her throwing knives from where they lay on her cloak and lasered them toward me. They sped in a burst of hornet blades toward me, and I deflected them one at a time, tick, tack, tick, tack, away from me, dropping them like pins to the floor of the aircraft.

  She glared at me, chest heaving, dagger tip pointed down, she took one more step to me, and I held my palm up, steady, ready to draw air about me and blow it toward her again.

  Then, she laughed.

  I looked from her sharply to Jase. He looked just as bewildered but slowly smiled. Cassala sheathed her dagger. She beckoned all her throwing knives back to her palm and slipped them back into their sheaths. She walked up to me and stood in front of me. She punched me in the shoulder where JASE was still written in the blood of the spy, and she smiled.

  “Aimer told me to be open to trusting you, so I shall. Welcome to the team, Earthling. Welcome to our Crew, Vania.”

  Then she turned away, threw her cloak back on, and went back to speaking to LeiLei and Axis. The Seawards nodded my way and began to check their gear as the transport started to rev up. Lift off in twenty minutes.

  I took a deep breath and rubbed my face. Jase was watching me, smiling. He signaled me with a slight jerk of his head to follow me up a narrow hallway. Many eyes followed us as we left the main cabin, but, I didn’t care. My chest was swelling with pride, my head reeling with the battle that I deemed a win or at least an acceptance to the crew, but I was also overwhelmed with anger at myself; why had I fallen back on relying on the telekinetic powers instead of fighting hand-to-hand; had I been afraid? Had I not wanted to battle her fully?

  Jase disappeared into a small room, and I slipped in behind him. As I entered, my breath was knocked out of me, I was lifted so quickly up into the air by his telekinetic's, and a moment later, I was in his arms, floating up at the top of the cabin's ceiling.

  It was dizzying. I looked below us, eight feet down, swam at the air a moment, floating in a Zero-G sensation. Jase grabbed me and pulled me into his chest.

  “Well, played, Vania. You won a place on my battlefield. Seems your leg is healed enough to go to war with me.”

  I nodded, not sure what to say about my insecurities with how the duel had gone. Instead, I just decided to get lost in his deep brown eyes, and he took my palm, ran his fingers over the ring, then slipped it off my hand.

  “You’re relying too much on this. You don’t need it, Vania. All that power is within you. It isn’t the ring that is enabling you to throw wind with your telekinesis. That’s you.” Jase stuck the ring in his pocket. “I will hold on to this now. I don’t want you to think the only power you have is stuck in a little circle of metal. It’s what you have in here.” He placed his hand on my heart. “And in here.” He kissed my forehead.

  Tears pricked the back of my throat and I choked them down. I was surprised by the tingling in my hand. It hadn’t left. In fact, when he slipped the ring off, it was as if the tingling flushed through my body with an even more resounding flow.

  “Now, kiss me,” he commanded. So, I did… I wrapped my legs around him as we spiraled in the float he held us in and devoured his lips with mine. I tangled my hands in his hair and sank my teeth into his bottom lip, sucking on it, pulling it out, then releasing as he moaned. I relied on his telekinetic grip and shimmied a little down his body, unwrapping my legs from around him and kissing his neck as I moved down him, clinging to his shoulders, but straightening out my body to slide down him until my head was at his waist, and I hung there, then undid his belt buckle… I slipped his pants down around his waist and dropped them down to hang around his boots in the air and then spun him, so he lay flat, floating in the air as he lay like on a cross, holding his arms out flat, keeping us bound in the air, and I straddled him. I shoved his shirt up so I could see his chest and dot kisses all the way down it. It was dizzying to see the ground so far beneath me, with only his body keeping me from falling… But I trusted his telekinetic grip.

  As he smiled at me, I bent low over him and took his hard dick into my mouth, keeping my eyes on his, wanting to see that reaction as his eyes rolled back a little as I sucked hard and long and deep, the shaft in one hand, moving his balls into my other, cradling them, and flicking the head of the shaft with my tongue as I sucked it back up and out.

  "Of all the worlds, Vania…" He breathed out, letting loose a little shiver. I clenched his dick with my left hand, where the ring had been but was no longer, but the tingles still went through us both, and he was visibly trembling. I worried he would let loose of the telekinetic hold, but I remembered what everyone said: he was one of the strongest telekinetic warriors that existed. He would be able to hold us.

  So I sucked in again, long and hard and straight down. Then I curled my tongue around him as I went back, making a ring with my fingers and I stroked it gently, keeping a hard suck on the head and then stroked and sucked and cradled and moaned a hum into the head so that it shivered even more than he already was. I could feel myself getting wet, and I wanted to feel him inside me. I couldn't decide what I wanted more, to taste him, or to feel him filling me up while I rode him.

  “Ten minutes until liftoff, Alpha,” came the announcement into the cabin’s intercom.

  "Confirmed." Jase's voice was strained with pleasure, but he managed to keep it together. The intercom clicked off again. I sat up, stripped off my belt, and tore off my pants, underwear, and boots. I angled myself over him carefully, wondering how it was that I felt resistance under my knees and feet as I gently, gently, placed his tip into my wet, wet, pussy.

  I looked into his eyes and took a deep breath. He was so large… He was the biggest I had ever had and coming in from this angle, I wasn’t sure I could take him all…

  He licked his lips, eyes glazed with pleasure, and nodded.

  I slid him into me and screamed.

  He filled me entirely and hit every angle of my body. He moaned as he hit my walls, and I tightened with excitement. I moved up and down, letting him feel all of me, then starting moving faster, faster, gripping his chest, gyrating, letting my clit grind on his body, letting him watch his dick go in and out of me.

  We were slowly spiraling, and Jase's fingers were flexing at the air as if we're grabbing onto it for stability, his chest heaving.

  Is he going to drop us?

  I kept going, the world flashing, glowing prismatic. I was getting close, ramping up, tightening, every fiber, molecule, and muscle sensing the explosion about to happen, then Jase tensed, sat up, grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me into his chest, and roared as he came, holding me down tightly on to him. I screamed with the pain and the pleasure and the sensation of being filled and the blackout firework pleasure of the climax.

  Then we dropped seven feet, and I nearly went flying away from him. My stomach leaped into my throat, and he came pulling out from me. With a sudden jolt, he reached out, pulled me to him, and put his hands out, stopping us from slamming into the floor.

  We were inches from the cold grip of the cabin deck. He gently let us down the rest of the way and pulled me into a little ball of warmth around him, holding me tight, and I clung to him just a tightly, laughing giddily into each other, as if we could hardly control it.

  Then he pulled back from me and looked at me with awe in his eyes.

  “Vania…”

  I smiled. “Thank you for catching us.”

  “Didn’t want to kill you before I have to send you to war.”

  I laughed and then grabbed him quickly as the lights flashed in the cabin, and the sounds change
d in the entire aircraft. A ten-second counter began.

  Jase sprang up and pulled me to my feet. “Put your clothes on! We are getting ready for liftoff!”

  Sixteen

  Tarsine

  "There's word that King Kajo mobilized troops two hours ago." Rotcher shifted from side to side, had to force himself to make eye contact, kept his hands far away from his knives as if he were afraid I might misconstrue a motion and tugged at the sleeves covering his elbows. I had never seen him look so uncomfortable. Then I remembered… One of the spies in the Capital had been his son… I wondered who it was that had messed up. I remembered his son being a relatively competent young fellow, smart, and good with a blade. Top of his class at school. Couldn't have been him. I also didn't know if Rotcher would tell me if it were his son.

  I also, in this moment, didn’t care.

  “Why are we only hearing about it now?”

  “It took our spies that long to be able to access a transport’s radio. The one who managed to get word to us, who is hopefully still alive, said he is being watched. He said he believes he has been made, and that he is being given misinformation.”

  “Then how do we know the troops are actually gone?”

  “He said he saw them with his own eyes, but that he was left behind.”

  “Does he know where they are going?”

  “He says they went East and word is they are traveling to defeat the Delk Clan before they can join us here to help out winning against Emerona.”

  I slowly lowered my fist onto the burning candle and smashed my closed hand into the burning flame and hot wax until it spilled down the sides of the stick and swelled into a gushing flow on the table, white resin soaking into the wood.

  “Have the Emerona troops all arrived?”

  “I believe so. They have settled in a semi-circle to our Northwest. No sign of Alpha Jase, yet.”

  “How is the storm?”

  "It seems to be getting even stronger. There is hail, now. Our tents are not doing very well in the storm, and our troops that have been out searching have mainly returned. Two of the Sevens remain unaccounted for."

  I lifted up my fist and let the wax dry until it began to flake off, the ridges of my skin burned into little lines of identity in its smooth design. My stomach hurt and my mouth was dry. Anger was gripping at my chest, but I didn't know where to direct it. I twisted the burning wicks of the other two candles between my thumbs and pointer fingers until they extinguished and it was just the lantern hanging from the wind-shaken tent ceiling that illuminated the area with inconstant flashing.

  “Get the ducks and the yellow flowers ready, Rotcher.”

  “Yes, m’Lord.” Rotcher took a deep breath and whipped back out into the storm again, pulling his hood up as he left. The wind nearly ripped off my own hood as I gathered it closer about my neck in a tent that was inside, yet not warmer at all than being outside.

  I looked out at the rolling lightning through the clear tent window, tired of hearing thunder, having it spike the hackles on my neck. At least dawn was starting to glow in the East, despite the angry clouds and icy rocks falling from the sky. That was also the direction of my allies, the Delk Clan, who were soon to be devastated by the Beast King.

  Oh well, in my experience, friends didn’t last long in the business of war.

  Not unless you kept winning

  And I was going to win because I had ducks and yellow flowers.

  Seventeen

  Jase

  "Ready to drop into the tents at your command, Alpha," Axis shouted. The wind was roaring, and the aircraft was weaving a bit with the brutality of the storm. It wasn't raining at present, but sure to drop at any moment. The side exit was open, the Seawards all ready to jump and float themselves into the camp. Hundreds of Emerona aircraft hovered over Tarsine's camps, waiting for Jase's craft to make the first move. The pilots were already firing on all SAM units, and threats were being taken out as they presented themselves, but Tarsine seemed to be scrambling, troops more amassed for the ensuing ground fight than prepared for taking out any strafing by aircraft.

  I looked at Vania. My heart was thumping. Did I risk it? I wondered if I had taken the ring prematurely. I knew she had needed me to; she had been losing trust in herself. But, I didn't realize or understand all its power.

  No. I understood it enough, and I could sense Vania’s strength.

  "I want to try something." I signaled for Vania to come over closer to me. She abided, looking confused. "I want you to flatten all these tents below and light them all on fire with the fires they have inside them," I whispered into her ear so the others couldn't hear.

  “What?” She pulled back from me, eyes wide. “Like, with the telekinesis?”

  “Yes. With your wind power.”

  “But it’s raining and windy!”

  “Conquer it!” She looked out over the tents as the aircraft dropped a bit from turbulence. Everyone steadied themselves. I raised an eyebrow at her and leaned in again, touching her gently. “You can do it. I know it. But, we are kinda racing the clock and everyone is waiting.” I nodded to her and jerked my head toward the tents below.

  She nodded back and took a deep breath. Then, she closed her eyes and breathed in slowly, deeply, lifted her hands, and pulled them back, then pushed forward. A huge wind rushed through the tents below, sucking so deeply from the storm around that we were almost thrown into a spiral and the aircraft jerked around wildly for a moment, the pilots fighting for control. The Seawards and my Trios cursed and steadied.

  As we straightened back out, we looked down at the flaming Bordash tents. Our enemies were running in droves out from their hiding places, some on fire, some firing their knives up to click harmlessly against our aircraft’s underbelly while they ran for cover.

  The tents were all blown asunder, their canvas cover flying off into the desert far away, lost to the wind or to the flames, and, my eyes lit up with the sparks because beneath them, was the most gut-wrenching sight.

  Ducks and yellow flowers.

  What the spy had said made sense now.

  He wasn't just delirious. And, if we had landed, we would all have died. Tarsine had delivery charges that were shaped like ducks, and he had halanas, the yellow flowers deadly to Curans, but to which Bordash were immune. If he had unleashed the charges and the scents of the yellow flowers, we would all have died. The wind would have swept the scent around the battlefield in mere moments. It was why they weren't attacking out transports, but just waiting for the hand-to-hand combat landing.

  I grabbed Vania and squeezed her tight. I whispered in her ear, "I will explain later, but you just saved all our lives." I turned to Cassala. "Radio Aimer and the rest. Tell everyone that he has ducks and yellow flowers. No one is allowed to land until the flowers have been destroyed.”

  “So, we will bomb the camp? What about taking prisoners alive?” Vania asked.

  I pursed my lips and thought quickly. The only way to destroy the flowers was to burn them, and we couldn’t burn them from close by, so yes, bombing the camps meant a large loss of life. Which was not ideal.

  “Send out a message to Tarsine. I want to talk to him.”

  It took a few moments to send the wide broadcast after making sure our troops were alerted to get out of firing range and to wait for orders about the landing. Then, Tarsine came in over the radio.

  “Tarsine. I see your yellow flowers and know your plan. We will not land, which means we will bomb the shit out of you, killing most of your soldiers. I have another idea. Let us fight, just you and me. Hand-to-hand. We are both cocky enough to think we can defeat the other, but I think that will be the easiest way to clear this conflict with the littlest bloodshed.”

  There was silence for a long moment. I shifted impatiently. The Seawards were staring at me, stunned, but Axis nodded at me with approval. He had seen me defeat many men in hand-to-hand combat at the Academy and since then in many battles. He knew I could take Tarsine, even
if he was rumored to be the biggest Bordash ever born.

  “And what happens when I win? The Beast King will just let me rule your lands?”

  "You will have to negotiate that with him, but I, at least, will be out of your way. And don't you think that's the best first step?"

  “Fine. Let’s do it now. I’m not afraid of the storm. To the north of my tents, by the mouth of the Wazuun. Fifteen minutes.”

  "Deal." I looked at my soldiers. "Alert the rest of the troops. We will need strong protection against the wind. Right now, it is blowing southward, so if they do burn the halanas, we will not be affected, but I want to make sure we are all wearing gas masks. Tell each unit to choose ten people to wear a mask to be there for the duel. Everyone else stays on board and aloft in their ships.”

  “Yes, Alpha.”

  I turned to Vania and slipped the ring out of my pocket and gave it to her. “I want you to have this.”

  “I thought you said I didn’t need it.”

  “You don’t. Clearly. You just cleared aside a trap that was set for us—”

  “Then, why…?”

  I looked deep into her green eyes and sighed. My throne was incredibly important to me, but why did slipping away into the night and laying under the lightning seem so much more appealing than dueling to protect it right now?

  "I just want you to keep it safe for me, okay? Just in case… But everything will be okay, okay? Just give it back to me when this is over."

  She bit her lip and reached up to pull my head down so she could kiss my cheek. “Be brave.”

  I smiled at her. “I always am.”

  I handed her a gas mask as Cassala brought me two. “I want Vania, my Trio, Catari, and Axis on the ground with me. You guys choose the other five from this ship. The only two people that must not be on the ground are Aimer and Xane. They must make the decisions from the air.”