Chapter 18 – Kerra
I was alone when I turned over, my hand landing on the cool, empty sheets.
Motok had left me alone to rest after a vigorous and thoroughly satisfying session of lovemaking.
His words, not mine. If I wasn’t already knocked up, I would have been certain he accomplished the task over the last twelve hours.
Thinking of our child growing within my womb, my hand slid over my lower abdomen.
“You’re one lucky kid,” I whispered with a smile. “Two parents who love and want you from the moment of your conception.”
Tok chose that moment to enter as the door whooshed open and he leaned against the wall, a tender expression lingering on his handsome face.
His eyes were bright and filled with a strength of love and devotion that caused a lump to form in my throat.
I never would have thought that I would find someone who protected, desired, and cherished me more than I could ever hope or dream.
Motok might be an alien but he was all man too.
“I missed you already,” he announced with a small chuckle. “Only an hour and it felt like days since I saw your pretty smile.”
“You’re a smooth talker.” Sliding from the bed, I sauntered forward, swinging my hips as his gaze swept over my body and he visibly shivered.
“This smooth talker. What does it mean?” He was curious but focused on my hands as they slid from hips slowly upward, gliding over my stomach before rising to cup my breasts.
“Someone who can persuade others because he has a skillful tongue.”
He must have liked that definition because Tok pushed off the wall as the corners of his lips lifted in a sultry grin. “My tongue enjoys the wet, tight heat of your pussy and my cock loves to bury deep inside you until we both come hard from the pleasure.”
Mouth dropping open in shock, I couldn’t hide my surprise. “Who told you how to say those words?”
His head fell back with a loud guffaw. “I did it right? Rexnor was correct. The words are dirty, and I like them. Your skin flushed immediately. I think it turned you on.”
Oh boy! Hearing Tok spout all of these naughty phrases were doing something wicked to my girly parts down below. A gush of heat and moisture between my legs was proof.
Tok inhaled, his eyes darkening with desire. “I love your reaction.” He stood in front of me, tilting my chin up as he leaned forward and pressed a controlled but passionate kiss to my lips, dragging his mouth across my jawline until he paused next to my ear. “May I fuck you now, my Venya?”
Shit. My clothes hit the floor so fast I barely registered the movement.
Tok picked me up and closed the distance to the bed while I quickly yanked on his clothing and nearly ripped his uniform off.
We were a tangle of arms and legs as we landed on the mattress.
Wet, aching, and full of need – I gripped his hard length in my hand and began to stroke while his moans filled the room.
“Take me, Tok. I can’t wait any longer!”
In one swift plunge he filled me, both of us crying out with the ecstasy of that perfect second we merged as one.
This wasn’t the gentle lovemaking of last night.
No, this was about feral need and pleasure, of giving and taking what we both wanted and desired while still placing the need of our mate as equal to our own.
My lover’s hips drove into my own as he rolled onto his back, thrusting hard and deep as I began to ride him with wild abandon.
Lifting my arms, I leaned back as Motok rubbed teasing circles over my clit and I rotated my hips, moving faster as my hands gripped his thighs.
From this angle he hit my g-spot perfectly.
It wasn’t long before I cried out his name as my orgasm launched so fast and hard that I nearly saw stars.
“Kerra, my Kerra,” he breathed, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head. Motok roared his completion and gripped my waist, pounding into me relentlessly before we both stilled, and I rested against his chest.
Still joined, his arms wrapped around my back as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
Sweat clung to our bodies and mingled with the distinct musky scent of our love.
The air on the Vindicator was cool and soon chilled us both.
With care, Motok snuggled closer and lifted the sheet around us.
I loved how he always held me, whispering words of devotion and sweet assurances of his affection.
My alien mate was both fierce and gentle and the contradiction was endearing and downright addicting.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly, his hand brushing slow strokes along my spine.
“Us. Our future. I’m incredibly happy, Tok.”
He sat up in the bed, draping the sheet over my shoulders and tucking it around our bodies. Cupping my cheek, he kissed the tip of my nose. “I never knew such happiness was possible. You complete me, my Venya.”
Did he make those words up? Or did Rexnor tell him it was a famous line from a movie? I decided it didn’t matter if he meant the words. “You complete me, too.”
My silver skinned warrior blinked, his eyes glistening for the briefest second. “I love you and our child. I will do whatever it takes to keep you both safe. No matter what awaits us, our future doesn’t matter as long as the three of us are together.”
What was he saying? Why phrase it that way intentionally?
“We will. Home is wherever you are, Tok. I couldn’t live without you.”
A brief flash of fear crossed his face and I didn’t understand what could cause such a reaction.
“I’ve never been afraid of anything in my entire span of years,” he admitted with a hard swallow, “but finding you and filling your belly with my child,” he paused as he shook his head before continuing, “the thought of anything harming either of you terrifies me. I would kill, lie, cheat – anything to protect you from harm.”
“Motok,” I whispered softly as he held my gaze. “I would do the same. We love one another. There’s no shame in those thoughts. I love you even more for admitting them so openly.”
The kiss that followed my words was filled with conviction and promise. He sighed softly, resting his forehead against my own. “A warrior’s conviction is strong, my Venya. My loyalty is forever.”
Before I could reply, a light ping could be heard as it echoed in the room.
“Commander?”
Valtus must have news. His voice held both aggravation and hesitancy. I was sure he didn’t want to interrupt us but had no other choice.
“I will meet you on the bridge. Give me a moment, Valtus.”
“Yes, Commander.”
Motok brushed his fingertips down the side of my face. “You need to eat. I’ll have Findu make whatever you desire.”
“I’d like a bath first.”
He nodded, slipping from the bed before lifting me in his arms and walking into the bathing chamber.
“There is no tub like the one in your human dwelling but there’s a ledge here where you can sit if you like and the jets have multiple settings.
Relax and enjoy yourself. Join me on the bridge once you’re ready. ”
“I will,” I promised as I lifted on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
Tok left as I fiddled with the controls and found the perfect setting in temperature and pressure.
I probably stayed in the shower far too long, but it was exhilarating.
Once I was clean, I dressed and entered our room.
A covered tray was waiting with the familiar smells of breakfast food.
Sausage, eggs, toast, and fruit were loaded onto two plates along with orange juice and black coffee.
Cream and sugar were available so I could sweeten how I desired.
Motok must have taken great pains to ensure the meal was both familiar and appetizing.
I sure loved that man, more than I could begin to describe.
Maybe it happened fast. Maybe some would say it was too soon to fall in love and for it to be real.
None of those things really mattered. All I knew was that everything had changed.
Life had taken a drastic turn, but my heart had truly found its companion and I couldn’t imagine ever loving another soul as much as I loved my big silver rescuer.
Hell, he was so much more than that. Motok was my protector. My rock. My fortress.
He was my Vindicator.
After I had eaten, I made my way to the bridge. Warriors were busy at their stations, none of them aware of my presence except one. Motok’s slow smile spread wider as our eyes met. He lifted a hand and I joined him, sliding my fingers into his larger ones before he squeezed once in response.
Valtus didn’t skip a beat. Still speaking, he continued with their discussion.
“From the moment we began our search, it’s been nearly impossible to track down and find human female captives.
If this is truly a widespread problem, then we would have found more than a handful over the last ten months.
Something doesn’t add up.” Valtus was both angry and frustrated and it was obvious in his curt tone.
“I agree with your conclusion,” Motok responded, “which is why we will continue with our assignment. Finding Rymar is only a piece of this disturbing puzzle.”
Rexnor joined us, ticking his head in my direction in greeting. “Orion found something.”
“I finally decrypted that code, Valtus. There were numerous files. Many of them contained blueprints for some kind of slave colony. Trade agreements. Bills of sale. I found contracts with both Rymar and Bly’s signatures.”
“What kind of sales, Orion?”
“Human slaves.”
Gasping, I gripped Tok’s hand tighter. “My people are being sold as intergalactic slaves?”
“For breeding purposes, yes.” Orion frowned, clearly disgusted. “I know this is disturbing but I found the bill of sale for your sister.”
Blinking, it was hard to comprehend his words. “That’s impossible. My sister was a member of the ISP. They would never allow such a horrible crime.”
“Unfortunately, that’s not true.” Orion’s expression was sympathetic. “Kacie Hargrave was sold to Ambassador Krol nearly six months ago.”
Wobbling slightly from shock, I lifted my panicked gaze to Motok.
“Easy, Venya. You must remain calm for our little one.”
I knew he was right, but I had a hard time processing this information. “How many are being sold?”
Orion exchanged a meaningful glance with Motok, then Valtus and Rexnor. “I do not know if sharing that information is wise in your condition.”
Grinding my jaw, I nearly snapped my words. “You will tell me. Now.”
“Hundreds. Your bill of sale was completed by Bly only days after Kacie’s.”
Shit. The room spun as my knees buckled, vaguely aware of Motok’s panicked cry of outrage. Lifted in his arms, I lay my head against his shoulder and concentrated on my breathing.
“I’m fine,” I replied weakly. “Just give me a minute.”