Haven 2: Redemption

by Sandra R Neeley

  “Claim you. Rokai ahl Tel Mo’ Kok, you are mine. I will stand beside you in all we face. I will never let you down. I will belong to you forever. As long as you are faithful, as long as you don’t break our vows, I will not leave your side.”

  “Rosalita Consuela Contreras-Villanueva, I claim you. I will stand beside you in all we face. I will never let you down. I will belong to you forever. As long as you are faithful, as long as you do not break our vows, I will not have to put you over my knee and spank you until you cannot walk. That is the only option. I will never let you go, but you may very well be spanked.”

  “Do you promise?” Rosie teased.

  Rokai grinned seductively. “I do indeed.”

  Slowly Rosie slipped off the table and knelt before him. She unfastened his breeches and tugged them down his hips to rest above his knees.

  “What are you doing, my Ehlealah?” Rokai asked, smoothing his hands through her hair as he watched her.

  “Making you feel good. Claiming what’s mine.”

  Rokai said nothing, he was perfectly fine with that.

  Slowly, Rosie explored him. Kissing and licking every single inch of his hard throbbing member. She paid particular attention to the ridges spaced evenly on his shaft from base to tip, when she noticed he hissed a little each time she licked them. Finally, she sucked him into her mouth, running her tongue on the underside of his cock as she pressed her full lips firmly against him, pulling her head back at the same time she pushed at his hips, encouraging him to thrust into her mouth.

  It took only that suggestion to have Rokai sink his hands into her hair and hold her steady while he forced her to take almost all he had to offer. The few inches that wouldn’t fit down her throat, she clasped her hand around and squeezed while she continued to tongue him.

  Rokai threw his head back and snarled, biting his own lip to keep from roaring. He didn’t want anyone to find them, and the roar he wanted to release would certainly alert anyone nearby to their location.

  Just before his release, he pulled out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet. “I want to be inside you the first time I find my release with you. I want to mark you properly.”

  Rokai lifted her and placed her on the table again, grabbing her trousers and pulling the fasteners apart. He paused, then, remembering her back. “Is your back still causing pain?”

  Rosie shook her head. “Not at all.”

  Rokai grinned, then grabbed her trousers and tugged them down her full thighs.

  “Mine!” he snarled. “This is mine. All of this is mine, all of you!” he said emphatically, as more and more of her flesh was revealed. When finally he’d managed to pull her trousers completely off and tossed them over his head to land somewhere behind himself, he looked down on her. Then slowly his eyes traveled up her body until they stopped to watch while she pulled her shirts off over her head, before lying before him completely nude.

  Rokai’s eyes met Rosie’s. “You are mine, my Rosalita. Mine,” he whispered, one eyebrow raising to emphasize his words.

  Rosie used one toe to lift the edge of the shirt he still wore.

  Rokai took the hint and snatched the shirt off his body before looking down at her again.

  Rosie nodded. “And you are mine, Rokai. We’re in this together. Wherever it brings us.”

  Rokai nodded. “Wherever you wish to go.”

  Rokai reached out and grabbed her legs just above the knee, pulling her ass to the edge of the table. There he pushed her thighs back and looked his fill. He didn’t see the scars. He didn’t see the bite marks of males that had been there before him, males who had used and abused his Ehlealah, all he saw was her, offering herself to him, stripping away all her bravado, just as he was, so that it was just her soul, her heart, and his. “I have never seen such beauty. I have never been so gifted.”

  Rosie had never felt so loved, so valued, so appreciated. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. This was where she’d always wanted to be and had no idea it ever even existed. “Make me yours, Rokai.”

  Rokai locked his eyes on hers and slowly slid a thumb through her folds to ensure she was ready for him. When he felt her slick heat coating his thumb, he grinned. She was as ready for this as he was. He lifted first one of her feet, then another, and placed them on his chest just at his shoulders, then he pulled her until her ass rested against him. “Mine,” he whispered, his nose crinkling just a bit, that trademark pout on his lips as he began to press forward, slipping inside her.

  Rosie rumbled a soft, feminine rumble deep in her own chest as she felt him filling her, pushing until her own most sensitive parts held him tightly, then he’d pull back just enough to make her body suck at him to hold him where he was, before forcing his way deeper again. Finally, when he was fully seated, and she was stretched so full she knew she couldn’t take another centimeter, he began to move, pulling her body to him with each thrust he gave, just as he had her head when she’d knelt before him.

  Her moans spurred him on, and the more she moaned, the faster he thrust. Finally, on the cusp of release, his cock began to vibrate and pulse.

  Rosie gasped and pressed herself down him, locking him to her with her heels hooked behind his back.

  Rokai smiled down at her and while holding her tightly against him, rocked his hips as quickly as he could, rubbing that secret spot inside her he didn’t even know about yet.

  Then it happened. The vibrating became stronger, the pulsing increased, and his cock began to swell. She reached down to rub her clit, but Rokai moved her hand aside, doing it for her. That was all it took. She tipped over the edge, screaming her release and throwing her hands above her head, thrashing, grasping for anything to hold onto while she came.

  Rokai felt her tighten around him, her muscles massaging him, milking him of all he had to offer her. He’d been of a mind to remain as quiet as possible, but it was on a fleeting thought as he pressed her legs to her chest and slammed as deeply inside her as her body would allow, filling her, roaring his pleasure, his release, his claim. He leaned over and plunged his teeth into the flesh at the top of her breast, right where it would be seen by any who met her. Proudly marking her as his, his Ehlealah.

  Rosie screamed again, and Rokai shoved his wrist into her mouth. Rosie bit him on instinct. Biting until she tasted blood. When he clamped down harder, so did she, swallowing the blood filling her mouth to keep from choking.

  There they lay, breaths heaving, bodies recovering, locked together in a vow to belong to one another for all eternity. Gradually, Rokai removed his teeth from her flesh, and Rosie did the same.

  “You bit me,” she accused.

  “It is part of the claiming,” Rokai said, chuckling.

  “You could have warned a girl,” Rosie grouched.

  “You didn’t seem to mind all that much. You found your release again, and bit me as well.”

  “Of course I bit you, you bit me,” Rosie said, still a little pissed that he’d bitten her without warning.

  “It is as it should be. We’ve marked each other. We are one, my Rosalita.”

  Rosie smiled. “One,” she echoed.

  There was a noise behind her, and looking up at Rokai, his entire expression had gone from one of complete devotion, to one of disbelief.

  Rosie tried to sit up, but Rokai, without taking his eyes from whatever he was watching, slammed his hands down on her thighs, holding her in place. “We cannot separate yet; I am swollen inside you,” he said without even looking at her.

  She remembered he’d told her about that part and stopped trying to separate her body from his, but she arched her back to see what he was watching behind her. “What is that?” she asked.

  Rokai shook his head. “It is a vid com, I think. A recording.”

  “Of?” she asked.

  “My mother. She is talking about me with her husband and Zha Quin, I believe.”

  “Well, turn it up,” Rosie said. “I can’t hear it.”

  Ro
kai looked down at the table his Ehlealah lay across. “I do not even know how we turned it on.”

  Rosie reached behind herself. “This. I grabbed this thing. That probably did it.”

  Rokai pulled Rosie to him and pulled her up in his arms so that he could walk to the narrower side of the table and better reach the vid com projector. He pressed a couple of buttons on it and the volume increased. He pressed another couple of buttons and the vid started from the beginning again. He pushed out the nearest chair and sat down with Rosie straddling him. Together they watched the recording of his mother explaining herself to Zha Quin. They watched the remorse in her face. They heard her side of the story, a story Rokai had never heard before of how he came to be. They watched Zha Tahl support his mate and claim Rokai as his own. They heard Vivian enter the room and defend him, saying all he needed was a hug and that he was family, pure and simple. And they heard Zha Quin saying all he wanted was his brother back, the one he remembered from when they were very young.

  Rokai was not even aware of the tear that tracked down his face as he realized his mother really did love him. She’d been under the control of a much more powerful female than she. She was merely a teenager when she had him, but she did love him. The circumstances hadn’t been perfect, but he’d been wanted, he’d been loved.

  Rosie kissed away the tear that tracked its way slowly down his face and held him tight.

  Sometime later, after Rokai and Rosie had watched the vid twice more, Rokai finally felt himself slip free of his mate. He turned to look at her. “So, how do you feel about being royalty?”

  “You’re kidding, right?” she asked.

  Rokai smiled at her and kissed her.

  “I’d love you no matter what you label yourself, Rokai. Doesn’t matter to me,” she promised, kissing his cheek, and snuggling her head into the space where his neck met his shoulder.

  Rokai kissed her forehead and watched while the vid com began to play again.

  Chapter 32

  “I think the Command Deck is a better place for the holovid. It has a more precise holovid camera, and it is more imposing. We can get more warriors in the shot, as well as those performing their duties in the background,” Vivian said decisively.

  “The conference room is available if you prefer, Mother,” Zha Quin added.

  “No. No, I think Vivi is correct. The Command Deck gives a feeling of power, of domination. I want that for this announcement,” Eula explained.

  “Very well, Command Deck it is,” Zha Quin agreed. As they strode down the corridor, adjusting their path to take them to the Command Deck, Zha Quin spoke to the ship’s computer. “Missy, please have Communications Master Vennie contact Chairman Bartholomew and advise him that we are moments away from our speech. We hope that all nations and worlds are ready and waiting.”

  “Yes, Commander. I will advise him,” Missy responded.

  “Also, advise General Lo’ San that we have changed the venue from the conference room to the Command Deck. We are on our way there now.”

  “Yes, Commander.”

  Only minutes later when they stepped onto the Command Deck, all warriors stationed there rose to their feet, dressed in their military finest, and came to attention at the arrival of the Sovereign and Sovereigna of Cruestace.

  Zha Tahl and Eula greeted them as they would during any military celebration, honoring them and appreciating them for their service to their people and their planet.

  When finally Zha Tahl and Eula moved aside, Vivian stood there with Zha Quin. Vivian tossed back her deep-green, velvet cloak and slid her dagger from her sheath to wave from one side of the room to the other. All the warriors cheered and chanted her name.

  Eula leaned over and whispered to Zha Tahl. “I believe you may no longer be first in popularity, my love.”

  Zha Tahl looked from Vivian to his mate. “I believe you are correct. And that is perfectly okay with me,” he said, as he watched his daughter-in-law honoring the males in their military and the males’ response to her.

  As they took their places front and center of the holovid terminal, General Lo’ San was placing additional warriors within the background of the shot to be sure their military power was quite easily seen. Vivian’s guard was there in full, including Vor. Eula and Zha Tahl’s guard was there, their Psi’s on display. Kol and his Elite Unit were in attendance as well. All stood at attention, holding themselves perfectly still as they waited for all the holovid connections to appear on the main screen covering most of the wall before them.

  “Have you located Rokai ahl?” Eula asked quietly.

  “He is aboard the ship, Mother. That much I can guarantee,” Zha Quin promised. He didn’t wish to tell her that Rokai was in his female’s rooms. He had no doubt that she’d go there, as she’d done to him whenever she felt like it, and try to make him see her point of view. It was more important to Zha Quin at this time, that Rokai claim his female. Perhaps that would calm him some and eventually bring him back to family.

  Eula nodded. “Please make sure this address is broadcast throughout the ship as well. I want him to hear it.”

  Vennie looked over his shoulder at Zha Quin, who nodded his approval. Vennie ran his fingers over a few of the controls before him, and they could hear Missy’s voice, softly announcing that all aboard Command Warship 1 should stand by for an address from their Sovereign and Sovereigna.

  “Sovereign, Sovereigna, it is good to see you this day,” Chairman Bart greeted the rulers of the planet of Cruestace.

  “Chairman Bart,” Eula greeted frostily. Though she was Sovereigna, she was still a mother, and had the protection gene that all mothers had. And Bart had given the order to have her son apprehended. Didn’t matter what he had done, Bart had given the order.

  “Sirena, Sire, what a pleasant surprise. We were unaware the address would come from Command Warship 1. We assumed we’d be hearing from the planet itself.”

  “Pressing matters required our presence on Command Warship 1,” Zha Tahl answered, his voice level and completely devoid of emotion from years of practice.

  “It is regrettable,” Bart offered.

  “It is not necessary!” Eula declared, staring Bart in the eye, daring him to challenge her.

  “All vids are connected, and we’ve also accessed all public channels and frequencies. Anyone who wishes to view the address will be able to,” Vennie advised quietly.

  Eula’s face went from stony stubborn, to a beautiful polished smile.

  “Good morning, people of Cruestace, all peoples and worlds of the Unified Consortium, and all others hearing my voice. Thank you for joining us this day. We have come together to address several things that have repeatedly been asked of us over the years, but most particularly to address what has been labeled a massacre on a refueling hub that just recently requested recognition as a planet in its own right from the Unified Consortium Defense.

  It has been said that the mercenary Rokai ahl is responsible for a senseless massacre, totally unprovoked and savagely carried out. First, let me assure you, we have investigated the occurrence, leaving no stone unturned. We’ve spoken to males who worked on the refueling hub, we’ve spoken to females and a child who were rescued from the hub, by Rokai ahl.” Eula paused to let her last sentence soak in.

  “Yes, that’s right. I said rescued. I could stand here and explain to you in great detail and depth what we found, or even allow one of the rescued females to explain it to you personally, but rather, we decided you’d like to see for yourself. The videos we are about to play for you are part of our interrogation. Be warned, some of the details you will learn are hard to stomach and could cause you distress. If you feel that you are better served not watching, please turn off your holovid connection now. For those of you who’ve stayed to learn all you can, you, the people the Consortium serves, have the right to see all the evidence, and to make your own decisions.” Eula lifted her hand as though inviting them all to watch what she offered.

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p; The holovid screen went dark; then, it lit up again with the interview done with Li’Orani. When that one finished, they showed the interview done with the other two females who wanted their interview done together. Then, finally, they showed the interview with the boy, Fla’ad. The video was stopped immediately after the boy said he wanted to be like Rokai ahl and frozen on the boy’s face.

  “Rokai ahl did kill those males. He did. That I’m not denying. What I’m saying to you is what would you have done had you come across the same thing? Females and children abused by depraved males, unable to stand for themselves, unable to fight back, their only prayer for death, because they knew that was their only chance for the pain and degradation to stop.”

  Eula looked into the camera. “I cannot say I’d have done anything differently.”

  On the holovid return showing most of the royal households watching their presentation, it appeared that most of those that could be seen, agreed wholeheartedly.

  “Sovereigna Eula Tel Mo’ Kok, under the circumstances, I believe that we can complete our own investigation and declare this case closed. It is obvious that Rokai ahl acted as a liberator to those greatly suffering, not as an aggressor without provocation.”

  Eula looked at Bart, the sarcasm she wanted to release clearly readable on her face. “Indeed,” was all she said.

  “But, this is not the only reason I asked that you assemble here today. I have been remiss in my duties. Not as a Sovereigna, I was trained above and beyond any other ever shall be,” she said bitterly. “I have been remiss as a mother.”

  The doors whooshed open quietly on the Command Deck, but so many large, intimidating military personnel were crowded around the royal family, they couldn’t see who entered, and assumed it just another warrior wishing to be there first hand.

  Zha Tahl stepped closer to Eula and placed a hand around her shoulders, taking her right hand in his as a sign of solidarity.

  Quin stepped closer, taking Vivian with him, and they stood beside Quin’s parents, shoulder to shoulder in their own show of solidarity.