Driok
From the look on Maggie’s face, I’m not sure she does love the plan. In fact, I’d go so far as to say, she’s probably going to envenomate me.
“That’s it?” she says. “Sounds like something Dante would make up.”
That hurts far more than being envenomated.
“It’ll work,” I say.
“You think?” She purses her lips. “If you had warriors maybe, but there’s just you and me and some remote tech. It’s not enough.”
“Then what do you suggest we do?”
“Infiltrate, gather intelligence, then do what we need to do.”
“Infiltrate?” I look her up and down, then I spy my tail flicking out of the corner of my eye.
“It’s got to be better than going in hard and hoping for the best,” Maggie says.
“It’s worked for me before.”
“Yeah, when you had warriors. Not...” She flicks her hand down her body.
I suspect she has a point. I want this to be quick, easy, an in and out then back to normal. Mostly because I nevved up on Szorn.
And I did nev up. Because I’m here now, having to rely on my mate who is filled with a sarkarnling and my Sarkarnii form.
Instead of putting the final pieces to the net which should keep the Ulep away from Vorostor but also gradually push them out of the galaxy, I’m contemplating how to get my crew back and start all over again.
“What do you think we’ll find out by this infiltration?”
Maggie smiles. “You’ve never heard of espionage?”
“Sarkarnii do not need such a thing,” I growl.
“You do now,” Maggie says. “So, you’re going to have to get your claws dirty.”
I huff out a stream of smoke, and Maggie waves her hand in front of her face.
“Fine. We’ll do it your way,” I say, dipping my head.
“How do we get close to this planetoid without them working out who we are?” she says, sitting up straighter.
“It’s a trading planetoid, all the better to hide what they’re doing and collect both data and the supplies they need. They also have a ready workforce available from those who have nothing to lose.”
“Your crew?”
“They can’t control them. Chances are they’ll be in stasis until the Ulep decide what to do with them.”
“And what’s that likely to be?”
“Sell them to the Gonoz,” I growl, my hands curling into fists.
It’s the reason I would have preferred the burst engines not to have failed. The longer it has taken me to get to this planetoid, the more chance my crew have been moved on.
Maggie growls something under her breath, something which doesn’t translate.
“How close do we have to be to determine if your crew are on the planetoid?”
“Close enough we can still leave if we need to,” I say, liking her way of thinking. “Sarkarnii are easy enough for the scanners to locate. If they’re on the planetoid, I’ll know.”
“So, I like this plan more.” Maggie grins at me.
“You like it more because it’s yours,” I grumble.
“Of course I do. If I left everything to a Sarkarnii, I’d probably still be wandering the plains of Vorostor.”
I growl under my breath. I should have been on Vorostor when Darax first found all the females, but I was not. I had other places to be on that occasion, and it still doesn’t sit well as to why they were there in the first place.
But that particular mystery will need to remain one for another nova-day. I help my mate to her feet.
“We’re going to need a way to infiltrate, if that ends up being the plan.” I pull her ripe body against mine. “Which means we’re going to have to hide what you have in here.” I run my hand over her stomach, and instantly my cock is pushing at my pouch.
“I think it’s going to be more like hiding what you have.” Maggie grabs at my tail, fingering the sensitive ending and causing my cock to wet the inside of my pants. “Because if they suspect another Sarkarnii, our cover is blown. I could be anything and anyone,” she says, and her smile is smug.
Because she is right. My mate is always right. Including being right about always being right. And If I want to avoid envenomation in the future, I believe trusting her is the best option.
“Then you had better show me how best I can not be a Sarkarnii,” I rumble into her neck.
“There’s a clothing dispenser down in one of the holds, next to the one the Gryn were held in,” she replies. “Perhaps my Lord will accompany me?”
This time I growl against her skin, giving it a little nip.
“I’d follow you into the heart of a dark star, my spitfire, and beyond. I belong to you.”