Chapter 8
Chapter eight
On’nas
Impatience was not normal for the commander but, as I unloaded our shuttle, I could sense some unrest in him even from across the compound. I handed my task off to another guard and headed for his rooms, where I found him pacing back and forth, muttering to himself in our native tongue.
“Is something wrong?”
“I should have just ordered her to join me. What kind of military man gives his underlings a choice?” Mu’ol muttered. Nora was high-ranking in the human military, and I wasn’t entirely sure she should be counted as his underling, but it was best not to argue.
“Giving her a choice was the right thing to do.” I tried to make my voice soothing and self-assured, but I wasn’t sure it was impacting him. If anything, he looked even more frazzled.
“What if she doesn’t come?”
“She’ll come.” I set a hand on his shoulder, rubbing my fingers over the tense muscles there. Tense, but sexy and big. My cock responded to him as always. “Stop freaking out.”
“I’m not freaking out,” Mu’ol growled, turning and pacing back the other way. “I don’t freak out. That’s a ridiculous human term, and not something that applies to a military commander.”
“Right,” I said, shaking my head and grinning.
“Don’t shake your head at me.” Mu’ol crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. The commander in this mood would make most soldiers run in fear, but he didn’t intimidate me. I knew things about him now, including what made him come.
“Bend over the sofa,” I said, mirroring his posture and deepening my voice so that it was firm and commanding. If one of us could act like a ridiculous intimidating idiot, both of us could. “Pants off.”
He narrowed his eyes and growled at me, but then he did as he was told, pushing his pants down around his hips and showing me his ass.
I walked up behind him and stroked the muscles there, spreading and massaging him.
He was so fucking beautiful. I leaned forward, pushing his shirt up and kissing my way down his spine.
My only goal was to shift his focus away from his stress over Nora but, after a moment, I forgot that and became lost in the pleasure of him, licking my way down his ass and circling my tongue against his hole.
“Oh!” A voice startled me out of the haze of lust, and I blinked and lifted my head, finding Nora standing there looking a little grubby. But safe.
“Sorry. He was worried about you, so I distracted him,” I said cheerfully.
“With your tongue in his…” Nora trailed off and frowned, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes at me.
“He likes it. Do you want to try?” I slapped his ass, and he moaned.
“What? No.” She fiddled with a ring around her finger, looking anywhere but at me, then gasped.
I glanced back and realized that Mu’ol had stood, and was tucking his thick cock back into his pants.
Nora’s eyes were glued to his cock. It was pretty damn beautiful, so I got it.
She blew out a breath and slowly turned her head towards me, moving as if she’d had to use great force to turn away from his beauty, which I totally related to.
“So, you’re On’nas? The one I talked to on the phone? ”
“Address the prince properly,” Mu’ol barked. Nora rolled her eyes and did not address me properly. But I’d already told her she could call me by my name.
“Can we talk about why I’m here, and why you’re back at the compound instead of arguing about how to address your little fuck toy?”
I grinned, leaning against the counter next to Mu’ol. “What makes you think I’m the fuck toy?”
“I mean, look at you. You’re like walking sex.” She rubbed her fingers over her temples. “What am I saying?”
“I have other skills than being handsome,” I said, but I was grinning, because she thought I was walking sex.
“I remember you from working in Mu’ol’s guard. Your other skills are what? Being charming? Winking?”
I threw back my head and laughed, realizing exactly why Mu’ol was so into her. And then, for good measure, I winked at her. She pulled a human computing device out of a bag and walked over to the dining table, setting it down, waving us over to join her.
“Ignore him. He’s ridiculous,” Mu’ol muttered. “Tell us about what happened at the capitol.”
Nora sighed and typed a password into the tablet, then scrolled through a few screens before finally opening it to a video display screen and turning it towards us. “These men showed up with a Vul commander and fabricated evidence that you guys have an evil plot to destroy the Earth.”
“And you know it’s fabricated?” I asked, frowning and watching as a Vul commander, one that I recognized, followed the men in.
How many people in the room were Vul in skin suits pretending to be human?
I glanced at Mu’ol, knowing that I should have deferred to him, but he said nothing, just stared at the screen.
“She knows because she and I have the Bhesai Ker’el,” Mu’ol said, leaning forward and replaying the video. He turned and stared at me, narrowing his eyes. “How do you know him? Ang’tuk, you called him in your head.”
And shit. The risk of bonding to someone sexually was that they might find their way inside your head and know all of your secrets. “I’m with the Red Guard,” I said. “You knew that, didn’t you? You’ve made a few comments.”
I could feel the dismissive disbelief rolling off of Mu’ol in waves, and I let him think what he was thinking. I could do my job all the better when I was under the radar.
“What’s the Red Guard?” Nora asked.
“An elite contingent of high-ranking soldiers,” Mu’ol said. “The best of the best. But he’s joking.”
Nora turned and studied me, and I wasn’t sure if her intriguing eyes could see right through me. They were dark and beautiful, almost black, and seemed to have endless depths. They were nothing like our eyes, which were mostly/ shades of purple and blue, and the exotic color intrigued me.
“What?” she asked, catching me watching her.
“Your eyes are unusual. I like them,” I said. “Actually, I like everything about you.”
She frowned. “How old are you?”
I did some quick math. “In Earth years, I’d be 25.” She started to speak, and I held up my hand. “But don’t discount me. The Commander here is probably like fifty in Earth years, and he still enjoys fucking me.”
Nora choked, covering her mouth with her hand and turning away for a moment. Mu’ol glared at me. “I would be 39. And I think you’re embarrassing her.”
I shrugged, grinning. “I’m not the one who showed her my dick.”