55. Turk
55
TURK
“ W ell, this is it. Last jump before home, Captain.” Yorrin gave me a slow smile as he nodded at the viewscreen where the route Jessina had mapped the night before was visible.
“Yes, almost home,” I agreed. My gut was churning at the thought. Soon I was going to have to face Slade and admit what I’d been doing with his little sister. I knew my best friend—he was a great male, but also extremely protective. He was probably going to want to kill me—or at the very least break my nose.
I would want to break my nose too, if I was in his position, I reflected. Just the night before I’d been balls-deep in his little sister, fucking her long and hard while she moaned my name and begged me to knot her and breed her—to Bind her to me forever.
Of course, I didn’t go that far—it was the one boundary that I’d managed to keep. But I had shoved my shaft to the hilt in her tight, sucking little pussy and pumped her full of my seed.
I shifted in my seat, feeling the tightness beginning in my uniform trousers. Gods, just thinking of fucking her made me want to do it again…and again…and again. The two of us couldn’t seem to get enough of each other—we were at it constantly .
Jessina maintained our inability to keep our hands off each other was because we were Fated Mates. And Goddess help me, I was beginning to believe her. There was no other explanation for why we needed each other so badly we couldn’t bear to be apart more than a few hours at a time.
“Ready to jump,” I heard Gurflug burble, which broke my train of thought.
“Uh, okay.” I nodded. I had given Jessina the time dilation medication earlier, so I knew she would be fine. And since she’d plotted the route the night before, I wasn’t worried about winding up in the middle of a black hole. I was free to go back to worrying about what my best friend would say when he found out I was in love with his little sister…
“Captain?” There was an urgency in Yorrin’s voice that made me look up.
“Yes? What is it?” I asked.
“The route—look at it!”
He nodded at the broad viewscreen at the front of the ship and I saw that it had been subtly changed. And there was only one person on the Bridge that could have overridden Jessina’s route and changed it.
“Hey Gurflug, what the Hell do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, glaring at the big Galafruxian.
He turned his head and gave me a smirking smile that made my stomach twist into a fucking knot.
“Getting my revenge!” he announced. “For the past two months you’ve treated me like dirt beneath your feet! You refused to have my uniform cleaned for me, you didn’t make the cook prepare my favorite stew, you forced me to take a shower and wash off all my lovely slime. Why, you even whipped me for no good reason! Well now, you’ll get what’s coming to you!”
“No! Stop him!” I shouted, because his greenish-brown finger was hovering over the Jump button. The route has given way to a view of the wormhole we were about to dive into—but who knew where we would come out? He might have changed the route to dump us out anywhere—or into any kind of danger.
Yorrin and Snuffy both rose from their chairs but it was too late. Gurflug pressed the button and the ship lurched forward, right into the hole.