accusing looks at him and Thoren. Her eyelids fluttered briefly before closing and she relaxed, becoming a dead weight in his embrace.
“Expose the area behind her left ear and hold her head still,” Thoren ordered, wasting no time.
Although he knew exactly what was required, Kord followed his partner’s instructions without complaint. He hoped his mate would forgive him for sedating her. Without being able to explain about the translator or the procedure, she would have resisted and risked injury. He couldn’t allow her to be harmed.
Thoren placed the glowing tip of the implanter against her skin directly over the mastoid bone behind her ear. He triggered the activation switch. After a very brief moment, the light turned off. Thoren removed the device and then quickly backed away. His partner gave him a swift grin before standing and hurrying forward to join the other males. It was done. Kord relaxed his hold. She’d regain consciousness after a few minutes, although the drug would keep her calm for the rest of the flight to the ship.
If he could just stay in control and not let the primal urges overcome him before reaching the ship, maybe Morshant and Thoren would be able to help him. A quick glance toward the front of the cabin let him know the two Tauran males spoke in hushed tones, plotting something. He hoped for a solution. He had maybe an hour at the most to convince her to trust him again before they arrived. He had no idea how many hours remained before he’d claim her as his mate.
The shuttle might be slightly crowded with males, but the Defiance would be different. Tauran males would be everywhere. Females weren’t allowed on Tauran battleships. Kord would require private quarters with his mate. Such berthing was rare to nonexistent. At the moment, he shared a room with three of his fellow warriors, four large bunks and one cleansing unit, a typical arrangement. It wouldn’t work for him now. Just the thought of her being so close to other unmated males threatened to send him over the limit and into a protective rage.
Instead of dwelling on what might happen, Kord focused his entire attention on the female resting comfortably in his arms. He was grateful to Thoren for providing a covering for her. The white garment hid most of her painted body. Kord slid his gaze up and down her lovely form. The fact she’d seemed uncomfortable about her nudity when she caught him admiring her breasts pleased him to no end. Her naked body was meant for his eyes alone, no one else’s.
She was tall, taller than any Tauran female he’d ever seen, and lithely built. He had no doubt their bodies would fit perfectly together. Kord groaned softly, impatient for a swift end to his latent time. In a way, he considered himself lucky. How did his mated brothers survive three days of impotency in the time before the Phase or the suppressor drug? The wait was pure torment. All he could think about was pleasuring her, night and day, for the rest of his life. However, his cock remained limp, unresponsive to his desires.
He felt like an unbladed male once again. Except Kord knew what it felt like to take pleasure in a female, to bring her to orgasm over and over before giving in to his own desire to climax. Ever since he’d left the citadel on Pella after his training, he’d never been with another Tauran female, but he’d had sex with more than his fair share of females. All were alien, and most of them worked on the pleasure planets scattered along the Tauran/Free Space border near the Alliance Territory.
In battle, warriors fought hard, most often to the death. If they were severely injured, a short time spent on one of the pleasure planets helped them recover. The sexual distraction kept them from returning to the Border War before their injuries were healed.
Their bodies were enhanced in many ways. Not only were they larger than the Tauran males, they healed in a matter of days, usually no more than two weeks unless
“Expose the area behind her left ear and hold her head still,” Thoren ordered, wasting no time.
Although he knew exactly what was required, Kord followed his partner’s instructions without complaint. He hoped his mate would forgive him for sedating her. Without being able to explain about the translator or the procedure, she would have resisted and risked injury. He couldn’t allow her to be harmed.
Thoren placed the glowing tip of the implanter against her skin directly over the mastoid bone behind her ear. He triggered the activation switch. After a very brief moment, the light turned off. Thoren removed the device and then quickly backed away. His partner gave him a swift grin before standing and hurrying forward to join the other males. It was done. Kord relaxed his hold. She’d regain consciousness after a few minutes, although the drug would keep her calm for the rest of the flight to the ship.
If he could just stay in control and not let the primal urges overcome him before reaching the ship, maybe Morshant and Thoren would be able to help him. A quick glance toward the front of the cabin let him know the two Tauran males spoke in hushed tones, plotting something. He hoped for a solution. He had maybe an hour at the most to convince her to trust him again before they arrived. He had no idea how many hours remained before he’d claim her as his mate.
The shuttle might be slightly crowded with males, but the Defiance would be different. Tauran males would be everywhere. Females weren’t allowed on Tauran battleships. Kord would require private quarters with his mate. Such berthing was rare to nonexistent. At the moment, he shared a room with three of his fellow warriors, four large bunks and one cleansing unit, a typical arrangement. It wouldn’t work for him now. Just the thought of her being so close to other unmated males threatened to send him over the limit and into a protective rage.
Instead of dwelling on what might happen, Kord focused his entire attention on the female resting comfortably in his arms. He was grateful to Thoren for providing a covering for her. The white garment hid most of her painted body. Kord slid his gaze up and down her lovely form. The fact she’d seemed uncomfortable about her nudity when she caught him admiring her breasts pleased him to no end. Her naked body was meant for his eyes alone, no one else’s.
She was tall, taller than any Tauran female he’d ever seen, and lithely built. He had no doubt their bodies would fit perfectly together. Kord groaned softly, impatient for a swift end to his latent time. In a way, he considered himself lucky. How did his mated brothers survive three days of impotency in the time before the Phase or the suppressor drug? The wait was pure torment. All he could think about was pleasuring her, night and day, for the rest of his life. However, his cock remained limp, unresponsive to his desires.
He felt like an unbladed male once again. Except Kord knew what it felt like to take pleasure in a female, to bring her to orgasm over and over before giving in to his own desire to climax. Ever since he’d left the citadel on Pella after his training, he’d never been with another Tauran female, but he’d had sex with more than his fair share of females. All were alien, and most of them worked on the pleasure planets scattered along the Tauran/Free Space border near the Alliance Territory.
In battle, warriors fought hard, most often to the death. If they were severely injured, a short time spent on one of the pleasure planets helped them recover. The sexual distraction kept them from returning to the Border War before their injuries were healed.
Their bodies were enhanced in many ways. Not only were they larger than the Tauran males, they healed in a matter of days, usually no more than two weeks unless
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