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Authors: Bobbi Ross
Tags: Suspense, Romance, Action & Adventure, Paranormal, Adult, series, Space Opera, SciFi, supernatural, Short-Story, Alien, romantic suspense, Erotic, challenge, Slaves, sassy, Captured, invasion, outlaw, authority, Crew, space travel, separated, space ship, galaxy, Headstrong, Novokin Alliance, 3 Part Serial, Warbird Razor, Terran Captain, Enslaving People, Fleet Disbanded, Fugitive, Deep Proteus, Space Station, Barbarian Alien, Conclusion, ERUPTION, nemesis, Failure, Novokin Butcher, Grand Inquisitor, Massive Golden Alien, Novokin Soldiers, Trex, Leads Army, Plasma Bombs, Betrayals
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the thick metal door to my new room slid open, Trex duct and spun instinctively. His gorgeous mane of golden brown hair flailed wildly behind him.
Smash!
Something exploded on the wall behind his head. His gorgeous olive eyes softened and gazed at me with that annoying look of his - part affection and part annoyance. The air around the room began to charge. Old-time writing instruments in the table next to my bed danced, all the photo frames across the room shivered and the hard copy reports on the floor seemed to come to life.
Within a second he was next to my bed, kneeling at my side. Goddess how I loved this man, but boy did he annoy me. Crackling with blue light my hand met his jaw at near the speed of sound.
SLAP!
The air exploded between my palm and his face. During my incarceration I learned that when a charged surface meets charged surface, the resulting sound was near deafening. He at least had the courtesy to blink his eyes a few times and rub his jaw, even if the blow hadn't moved him. He didn't deserve to be hit, he was the sweetest alien this side of the dark nebula. But being cooped up here in a converted cargo hold for the last two months with nothing to do didn't make for a happy Captain.
His warm hand met my face, but unlike my initial greeting, his was filled with love and longing.
"I'm sorry my little Captain, but as you know we have little choice." His fingers moved to stroke my hair.
"I know. Doesn't mean I have to like it."
"Anya is working on a containment suit, that might allow you to get out of here." He tried to convey hope with his eyes, but we both knew her fifth attempt at a suit wouldn't likely be much different from the other four I had melted. I couldn't fault her though, she meant well.
Being cooped up here by myself I was having a wee bit of trouble controlling my emotions. The charging hormones didn't make matters any easier. Trex's large hands encircled mine. My big barbarian captured my gaze with those damn stunning eyes of his. His sculpted lips and perfect jaw made me want to slap him again.
"Tonight, I will discharge you as much as I am able, then I have arranged for you to have some time here with your godbabbies." Skeck, now my eyes were leaking. This man always knew exactly what I wanted.
Nothing made me happier than playing with Shotoc and Vaneflower. Shotoc was the same vibrant viridian as his father. He even looked like a mini Jaxx, but with a soft fuzzy coat of adolescent foliage. He was fearless, and like all Floturan children, growing like a weed. He had to be almost two metlars high already. But no matter how big he got, he would never be too big for godmother Caspia to cuddle.
Vaneflower on the other hand was the complete opposite of her brother. Her foliage was reddish with a hint of orange. Her eyes were big and bright, but she often chose to survey the world in detail before reaching out to experience. These being his first children, Jaxx was nervous and concerned. Caspia knew better, Vaneflower was just thoughtful very aware of her surroundings. She was careful and aware. She'd make a fine captain someday.
"Do you want the reports?" The trepidation in his voice suggested to me I might've tormented the big barbarian a little too much. I soothed his wild mane and drizzled soft kisses along his cheek. He took that as an invitation and began to read.
"Currently, we are at a hundred and twenty ships, and have six more scheduled to rendezvous with Lieutenants Cobbs and Dodson next week. Ensign Chandles is now in his third week of training all the freighter pilots and civilians who were interested in learning to fly the small attack vehicles we salvaged from the wreckage of the Harbinger."
I sighed. Regardless of their Captain being out of commission, the Razor was still the focal point of this rebellion. We may have had a major victory against Ass-mot nearly two months ago, but one battle was far from winning the war. It was closer to the truth to say we had
Smash!
Something exploded on the wall behind his head. His gorgeous olive eyes softened and gazed at me with that annoying look of his - part affection and part annoyance. The air around the room began to charge. Old-time writing instruments in the table next to my bed danced, all the photo frames across the room shivered and the hard copy reports on the floor seemed to come to life.
Within a second he was next to my bed, kneeling at my side. Goddess how I loved this man, but boy did he annoy me. Crackling with blue light my hand met his jaw at near the speed of sound.
SLAP!
The air exploded between my palm and his face. During my incarceration I learned that when a charged surface meets charged surface, the resulting sound was near deafening. He at least had the courtesy to blink his eyes a few times and rub his jaw, even if the blow hadn't moved him. He didn't deserve to be hit, he was the sweetest alien this side of the dark nebula. But being cooped up here in a converted cargo hold for the last two months with nothing to do didn't make for a happy Captain.
His warm hand met my face, but unlike my initial greeting, his was filled with love and longing.
"I'm sorry my little Captain, but as you know we have little choice." His fingers moved to stroke my hair.
"I know. Doesn't mean I have to like it."
"Anya is working on a containment suit, that might allow you to get out of here." He tried to convey hope with his eyes, but we both knew her fifth attempt at a suit wouldn't likely be much different from the other four I had melted. I couldn't fault her though, she meant well.
Being cooped up here by myself I was having a wee bit of trouble controlling my emotions. The charging hormones didn't make matters any easier. Trex's large hands encircled mine. My big barbarian captured my gaze with those damn stunning eyes of his. His sculpted lips and perfect jaw made me want to slap him again.
"Tonight, I will discharge you as much as I am able, then I have arranged for you to have some time here with your godbabbies." Skeck, now my eyes were leaking. This man always knew exactly what I wanted.
Nothing made me happier than playing with Shotoc and Vaneflower. Shotoc was the same vibrant viridian as his father. He even looked like a mini Jaxx, but with a soft fuzzy coat of adolescent foliage. He was fearless, and like all Floturan children, growing like a weed. He had to be almost two metlars high already. But no matter how big he got, he would never be too big for godmother Caspia to cuddle.
Vaneflower on the other hand was the complete opposite of her brother. Her foliage was reddish with a hint of orange. Her eyes were big and bright, but she often chose to survey the world in detail before reaching out to experience. These being his first children, Jaxx was nervous and concerned. Caspia knew better, Vaneflower was just thoughtful very aware of her surroundings. She was careful and aware. She'd make a fine captain someday.
"Do you want the reports?" The trepidation in his voice suggested to me I might've tormented the big barbarian a little too much. I soothed his wild mane and drizzled soft kisses along his cheek. He took that as an invitation and began to read.
"Currently, we are at a hundred and twenty ships, and have six more scheduled to rendezvous with Lieutenants Cobbs and Dodson next week. Ensign Chandles is now in his third week of training all the freighter pilots and civilians who were interested in learning to fly the small attack vehicles we salvaged from the wreckage of the Harbinger."
I sighed. Regardless of their Captain being out of commission, the Razor was still the focal point of this rebellion. We may have had a major victory against Ass-mot nearly two months ago, but one battle was far from winning the war. It was closer to the truth to say we had
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