by Ella Maven
I hadn’t thought of it that way. As much as I considered Barto and Gaul evil, I could see where Ward was coming from.
I plunked my cheek back down on his chest. “That’s too much thinking for me this late.”
He chuckled, and my head bobbed up and down. His hand caressed my hair. “There are plenty of things I’d rather do than think about Gaul.”
“Oh yeah?” I smiled. “You want to bathe Luna?”
“No,” he narrowed his eyes.
“Hmmm? Wash the furs?”
“No.”
“Wash the dinner dishes?”
“What the fleck?” he growled. “No.” With a flick of his tail and a grunt, he rolled on top of me, pinning me to the furs.
I giggled as his head descended to lick a long path up my neck.
“Teasing female,” he murmured as he nibbled on my lobe.
“I’m still not sure what you want to do. Do you want to eat me?”
He pulled back, violet eyes glittering in the moonlight. “I do want to eat you.”
I squirmed at his smirk. “I was trying to make a joke.”
“I know, and for that, I’ll make you come twice on my tongue before you get my cock.”
He did, in fact, make me come twice with his head between my legs before he reared up, flipped me over onto my stomach, and took me from behind until the whole camp heard me scream.
Ward
I sat drumming my hands on the table, concentrating on Daz’s words even though I would have liked to be outside in the sun with Reba instead of stuck in the meeting room dealing with clavas business. She was happy, her aura pulsing a bright yellow light. I imagined her head thrown back in laughter, golden hair glittering in the sun.
“We’ve sent five warriors to Tark’s to help guard his family as they all travel here,” Daz said. “Tark is no longer confident he can protect his family as the Uldani are becoming more aggressive. He will now reside here. Gar is overseeing the construction of a larger hut now for them.” He took a drink of qua. “It will be interesting to have a family in the camp, but I think giving the warriors a chance to see a glimpse of our future will be great for moral.”
“Val is eager to talk to Enna about childbirth,” Sax said.
“Reba too,” I chimed in.
Daz nodded. “Yes, my cora-eternal feels the same way.” He flicked his fingers toward Nero. “Go ahead with your report.”
The warrior tongued his lower lip piercing and clasped his hands together on the table. “I’ve made some progress with the Uldani data chip Sax stole from the lab. I found the information on Frankie and Valerie. To be honest, it wasn’t much. Biological details about blood and body temperatures. Things like that. But I found more and it’s…it’s not good Daz.”
“Not good?” he frowned. “In what way?”
“So, the data chip had information on the entire Drixonian breeding program. I don’t think this was sanctioned by the elite. As in, they didn’t fund this. I’m not sure they would have.”
“When we were held,” Sax said. “They brought in an elite female with her males. They paid to view us. She didn’t seem to know what we were there for. She just thought we were her entertainment.”
Nero nodded. “That’s true. They would charge elite to see the warriors they held, but that wasn’t enough to buy the supplies they need. Most of those had to be obtained off-world—”
“I need the point soon, Nero,” Daz growled, his nostrils flaring.
“They sold us,” Nero blurted out.
The entire room went still as all of us stared at him in order to process what he was saying.
“What did you say?” Xavy’s words were barely a whisper.
Nero licked his lips, face pale and eyes pitch black. His voice shook slightly, but I knew it was anger. Nero was the calmest and most patient out of all of us, but when something angered him, he raged like a bush fire. “Before the Uprising, many warriors who were listed as killed on duty were actually sent to planet Vixlicin to be sold as laborers or gladiators.”
I felt like I’d been punched. All the air left my lungs in a whoosh and I bent at the waist, bracing my hands on the table in front of me as the room swam. “No,” I whispered, imagining proud Drixonian warriors, once the most feared in the galaxy, stuck on that backwater, lawless planet.
When I looked up, Daz had turned away from us to face the wall. Sax looked down at the ground, shaking his head. Gar paced the far wall, and Xavy’s machets were lifted as he bared his teeth, eyes a deep black as he worked to control himself.
Nero looked the calmest, but then I figured he had longer to process this. “Do we know who? Names?” Daz spoke with his back still to us.
“No,” Nero said. “Only numbers and dates. All in all, there’d been a few dozen.”
“They sold us to fund their experiments on us.” Daz’s voice was low and monotone.
“Correct,” Nero answered.
When Daz turned around, his jaw was clenched so tightly I could hear his teeth grinding. He placed his palms flat on the table and looked at each of us. “Not this rotation, and not the next, but before I die, I will personally see the Uldani fall. They will pay for sending our males away. And once we steal back our ships, we will rescue our brethren. They will not be forgotten.” He slammed a fist on the table so sharply that we all jumped. “Who is with me?”
Firm statements of “Me,” and “Us, drexel,” and Gar’s growled, “I,” echoed around the room.
Daz swallowed. “We will plan. In order to defeat the Uldani, we’ll need to unite the clavases, and we all know that will take time.” He turned to Nero. “Keep working on the data.”
“Yes, drexel. There is still more to uncover.”
“Tark can help when he gets here.”
Nero finally let a hint of a smile pass over his face. “That would be appreciated.”
Daz nodded and stood. “Go. Spend time with your friends. Your females. Appreciate what we’re fighting for.”
When I walked outside, I found the females sitting in a group near the edge of the cliff. That seemed to be there favorite part of camp. They’d arranged benches around a small fire pit. There, they talked and laughed and mended clothes and snuck Xavy’s spirits. Seeing them there, hearing their laughter, reminded me exactly why the Uldani had to be defeated.
Reba’s long hair sparkled in the sun. The more time she spent outdoors, the lighter it got, and her color-changing hair fascinated me. She laughed now, her head thrown back, her palm on her flat stomach. I couldn’t wait to see her round with my chit. Even now, Fra-kee carried a small bump. Daz bent down behind her and whispered something in her ear before pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
I stood in place, wanting to touch my Reba but also enjoying watching her joy. Finally, she must have felt my eyes on her because she turned her head and held my gaze. Her smile softened, and she rose. The shirt she wore hung off one of her slender shoulders, and I loved catching a glimpse of her exposed flesh.
She stopped in front of me, and when I didn’t speak, she cocked her head. “Is everything okay?”
I reached for her and drew her against me. “Now it is.”
She wrapped her arms around my waist and sighed. “If I could go back in time, I’d tell baby Reba not to run away from the big bad blue alien.”
I ran my hand down her back. “But I wonder how things would be if we didn’t go through what we did. Maybe Fatas was testing us to see if we were meant to be together.”
“Well we passed that with flying colors, don’t you think?”
“What does that mean?”
She laughed. “It means we showed her we’re a great team.”
I cupped her face and stared down into her green eyes I knew I’d never grow tired of. “You and me. Until the end.”
She stuck out her hand. “Let’s shake on it.”
I smirked, remembering the human custom. Grasping her hand, I shook it before gripping her wrist, twisting it to her lower
back and tugging her against me. “I think, with my clever Reba, I prefer a kiss.”
She pressed her lips to mine, her yellow light glowed, and I was home.
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If you missed reading about Daz and Frankie, you can get their story in The Alien’s Ransom. Sax and Valerie’s story is in The Alien’s Escape.
Curious about Drak? He and Miranda meet in the next book in the Drixonian Warriors series: The Alien’s Revenge.
Acknowledgments
I can’t thank the readers enough for embracing this series. I wrote it because it was exactly what I wanted to write and the kind of book I wanted to read. So to have readers respond to this passion project of mine is so special!
Thank you so much to Natasha Snow, my cover designer, who continually inspires me with her amazing work. This series might not have ever gotten off the ground without her amazing covers!
Thank you to Del for the thorough edits. I appreciate you working with me during the craziness that is homeschool and quarantine!
About the Author
Ella Maven is the pen name for a multi-published USA Today Bestselling author who decided to finally unleash the alien world that had been living in her head for years. (Is that weird? Probably). Her books feature dominant, possessive aliens who are absolutely devoted to their humans.
She lives on the East Coast with her completely normal husband and two spawn who sure seem alien some days.