by Luna Hunter
They are the eyes I’ve been seeing in my dreams, the eyes that have been haunting me… the eyes that I’ve pined for.
We’re standing under a waterfall, and with a jolt, I realize my tunic is becoming very see through at the moment. I try to cover myself as best as I’m able, which is to say, quite poorly.
I look up and see his eyes are filled with animalistic lust. I feel something hard press against my bottom which makes my cheeks even more flushed than they already are. His hand cradles the back of my neck, and just like that, he leans in and kisses me right on the lips.
And I kiss him back.
It’s not even a decision, it just… happens.
The moments our lips touch, it’s nothing but fireworks. Pure energy races through every vein in my body, and it feels like I’m floating.
I’ve kissed before, but that was awkward fumbling behind a Silo. Nothing can compare to this. Absolutely nothing.
His tongue brushes against my bottom lip, and I grab hold of his silver hair, savoring every single nanosecond of this kiss.
He pulls back, a wide smile on his face, and I realize that I’m more exhausted than I’ve ever been. Before I can even speak, before I can find the words to ask him where the hell we are, I pass out. Before the darkness takes me, one last thought reaches my cortex, and it fills me with sadness.
I’m far, far away from Garna — just when it needs me the most.
Chapter Ten
Davor
Here she is.
The woman I’ve been dreaming about.
She landed in my arms — just like that.
I sensed her presence, across time and space, and I felt in my bones she was in grave danger. I wished for her safety as hard as I could, and next thing I knew, I had her barely clad body in my naked arms.
Dreams do come true.
I sought a moment of quiet contemplation in the waterfalls outside the temple, and the object of my desires is the last thing I expected to find there.
Her skin is soft to the touch, and her wonderful scent surrounds me. Instantly, I am as hard as a rock, as the memories of my dreams flood back to me.
Or are they our dreams?
I see a spark of recognition in her eyes. She knows me as well.
We haven’t even spoken a word, both of us frozen in shock, and yet I already feel I know this person better than I know myself. I feel a strong connection, right in my bones, in the very essence of my being.
I feel whole.
The water has made her tunic see-through, her areolas clearly visible. The outline of her round, perky breasts send another surge of blood down to my engorged cock.
By all that is sacred, this female is driving me mad!
My body aches for her. Every inch of me wants me to sink my cock into her, but I resist.
Only barely.
I’m a warrior monk. I’ve trained for years to control every single part of myself, body and soul, but I’m barely able to keep my raging hormones in check.
I must have a taste.
My fingers stroke the back of her neck as I lean in for a kiss. She kisses me back. Pure, unbridled joy fills every fiber of my being. My heart is racing, and my wings spread automatically as my heart flutters.
After all this time, all this waiting, all this longing…
She is here.
The one I’m meant to be with.
My Chosen.
I pull back, smiling from ear to ear, and just as I’m about to ask her for her name, her head lulls back and she passes out.
My protective instincts kick in right away.
After quickly slipping my temple cloak around her shivering frame, I carry her up to my room without encountering anyone else on the way. I lower her down onto my bed and dry her as best I can.
I’ll have to take her wet clothes off. Mating Star, give me strength!
I undress her, averting my eyes from her curves as much as possible…
With trembling hands I pull the covers up over her naked body, and hang her clothes up to dry. I place a dry tunic of mine over a chair for her to use. It won’t fit her perfectly, but it’ll have to do for now.
She is sleeping peacefully.
I kiss her forehead gently, not able to resist her beauty, and then head out the door towards the prayer chambers.
I need to find the strength to quench this hunger that consumes my very soul. I’m a warrior and a monk, not a beast whose is ruled by his urges…
Or am I?
Chapter Eleven
Leah
His tongue… is in my mouth.
My body yearns for him.
All this time, all this waiting… it’s all come down to this.
I’ve never wanted anything more…
I wake up with a jolt.
WherethehellamI?!
I find myself lying underneath a pile of luxurious blankets, made from material that must have come straight out of heaven itself, because oh my stars it’s so soft.
I sit up straight and my eyes scour the room. The walls are decorated with ornate symbols, that seem to have been carved into the very clay itself.
The symbols are much like the ones on my arm, the ones that appear whenever I think of… him.
I still don’t know his name, but I do remember kissing him.
Oh, I remember that vividly.
The way his tongue felt pressing against my bottom lip (fantastic), the way he tasted (amazing), the way he smelled (breathtaking).
The way his hard cock pressed against my ass… oh yeah, I remember alright.
Am I on New Exon?!
That’s got to be be impossible. It flies in the face of logic. It’s half a quadrant away.
And yet, it’s the only thing that makes sense right now.
My gaze travels down, and only then do I realize that I’m freaking naked. The soft covers felt so good on naked skin, I can’t believe it didn’t register earlier! The teleportation must have scrambled my brain up good.
Did he undress me?! My mystery Zoran…
Where is he now?
I wouldn’t mind seeing more of him. I only got a peek, and what I saw, I have to admit, I liked.
A lot.
Tall, broody, with silver hair and deep blue skin. Muscled, broad… perfect.
And were those wings I saw?
I can’t remember. We were standing under a waterfall, so it was kinda hard to see, with the water and all. But still. I think I saw a strange shape…
I can’t believe he undressed me. That means he’s ahead. Next time I see him, he has to strip naked for me. It’s only fair.
There’s no time to stew in anger, or in any other confused feelings that are brewing inside of me right now. Garna is in danger, and it’s my fault.
Those men… they didn’t come to Garna for the Luba, or for the resources. No, they were looking for me.
And now that I’m gone… I shudder to think what they are capable of.
I rise to my feet and slip a tunic on. It’s way too big for me, but it’s better than roaming the halls of this building stark naked.
Now… where’s the door?
All the walls look like clay. There’s no opening.
Am I losing it!?
My fingers trace the walls, searching for a seam, a hidden door, for anything, but I don’t feel a thing.
Exasperated, I pound my balled up fists against the hard clay.
“Let me out of here! Hey! Let me out!”
Chapter Twelve
Davor
I rush back to my room as fast as my legs can carry me. My guest is banging on the walls, her voice echoing through the Ua halls.
So much for keeping a low profile!
I searched my feelings, I prayed to the Mating Star, I asked the ancestral spirits for wisdom, but it hasn’t brought me any answers or inner peace. In fact, I feel more confused than ever.
Have I made a grave error in leaving her alone? I figured she needed a moment to herself (and in truth, feare
d that if I stayed with her I would have crawled under the covers as well and made her mine), but perhaps I have miscalculated.
My heart is pounding like mad as I race down the steps. I am never this emotional or this nervous. Already the human female is driving me mad! Is this what the elders meant when they said love is dangerous?
She must be my Chosen. My Zorashi symbols light up whenever she’s near, and my heart feels like it belongs to her. Still, I’m in no way prepared for a bond this strong.
As I race through the hallway, I nearly collide with Elder Dalmat. He’s obviously dosed up on Lovespores, and his robe is very loosely tied. I avert my gaze.
“Davor,” he says, “I’ve been looking for you!”
“Is it urgent?!” I say, barely slowing my pace.
“As you run to answer the impassioned mounds drawing you to the sacred fruit, remember to focus on the eyes.”
I stop dead in my tracks. “What?!”
“Remember that when the time comes, young monk,” he says with a nod before stumbling on.
A tad more confused than I already was, I continue on. I would never dream of seeking the human’s sacred fruit!
Well, not without her approval, that is.
I dream of it constantly.
And every inch of me hopes that her approval comes swiftly…
I arrive at my room, press down on the entrance orb, and enter to find the human female nearly climbing up the wall! It seems she’s scouring the ceiling for structural weaknesses.
As my eyes find hers a shiver runs down my spine. Her heart thumps so hard, I can hear it all the way over here.
Does she feel the same way I do? Is she nearly overtaken by savage lust as well? These thoughts prickle my skin as I clear my throat.
“My name is Davor,” I say. “I think you were looking for the door. It is over here, but it is coded to my DNA.”
She crosses her arms over my chest, looking at me with distrust. My tunic is way too big for her, and I haven’t made up my mind if it’s incredibly cute or extremely sexy on her curvy frame.
Probably both.
“Am I your prisoner?” She says.
I shake my head. “Absolutely not. You are my guest. I haven’t caught your name yet, though.”
Her green eyes, so familiar to me, are filled with a mixture of anger and shame. “You’ve caught a whole lot of other things, though!” She fusses, gesturing at her luscious curves.
“Pardon?”
“My clothes!” She says, her cheeks growing redder with the second. “Y-y-you t-took them off!”
“Ah, yes. You were wet.”
“How did you know that?!”
I raise my eyebrows and gesture at her still soaking wet clothes.
“Oh, right, the clothes. Yeah, I was talking about that as well,” she says, talking ever so quickly.
“Your name?”
“Leah,” she says, crossing her arms defiantly. “Leah Booker.”
“Leah,” I say softly.
What a beautiful name.
“You are safe here, Leah.”
“And where is here, exactly?”
“This is a Kazimir Temple, of the Sacred Order. This particular one is called Lagoon Over Trou—“
“No, I mean, what planet?!” She says.
“Oh. New Exon, of course.”
Her red cheeks now turn pale. “So it’s true…” she sighs, sitting down on my bed with a deflated look. “All the way here…”
“You must be starving,” I say. “Hold on.”
I return a moment later carrying a plate of Key’s and Bey’s tea and some sandwiches. It’s one of the one human meals we’ve adopted. The taste pleases us.
She grabs the cup with both hands and guzzles it up, and as she munches on her sandwich, she looks up at me.
“I’ve seen you in my dreams.”
“What have you seen?”
A small smirk appears on her beautiful cheeks.
“Not enough.”
Chapter Thirteen
Leah
“You want to see more of me?”
I don’t know if it’s the tea or the interplanetary teleportation, but something has got me feeling frisky.
Probably the tea.
“You’ve got me at a disadvantage, is all I’m saying,” I answer. “You undressed me. That’s hardly fair.”
Davor takes a step back, looking genuinely wounded. I’m just messing with the blue alien, but it’s nice to see he genuinely seems to care about my opinion.
“I did nothing improper,” he says. “I swear it on my planet and yours.”
I lower my gaze because I look into his brilliant blue eyes for one moment longer I might do something I regret.
Like asking him to do something mighty improper.
I fidget nervously with my tunic instead, hoping that my wanton thoughts disappear out of their own free will. Not a chance, of course. This Zoran, he looks at me like he knows me, and the strange thing is… I feel the same way about him.
This is what I wanted, isn’t it? To travel to New Exon, to see the man I’ve been dreaming about… and yet, now that I’m here, I want nothing more than to return home. It would be funny if I wasn’t so worried.
“I will even the score then,” he says decisively.
Before I can react, he strips his cloak off, and I’m in for another surprise. Not only does he show me his amazing broad chest, but he also unfurls two beautiful, feathered wings! The Zoran warrior looks like a winged god, and it takes my breath away. He stretches his arms above his head, his biceps bulging as his wings spread open wide.
“That feels good,” he sighs. “That cloak is rather restrictive.”
“You have wings,” is all I can say.
Not my smartest comment, I’ll admit.
“Indeed,” he smirks. “Very astute.”
He hooks his thumb into the waistline of his pants and I nearly spill my hot tea everywhere.
“W-wait,” I say. “You don’t actually have to, uh, strip,” I stutter.
He raises an eyebrow. “I thought that is what you wanted. It would only be fair.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. It is what what I want, but not what we should be doing right now. We should be finding a way back to Garna.
“Very well,” he shrugs. “You have Zoran blood, do you not?”
I nod.
He motions at my lower arms and tilts his head. I extend my arm towards him and pull the sleeves up. The symbols are glowing brightly, and he gently runs his fingers over them. It sends a shiver down my spine.
“The Zorashi symbols,” he muses. “They match mine.”
His symbols are also on his muscly arms, and he is correct. Our symbols match up, one by one.
“What do they mean?” I ask.
“We are connected,” he says. “We are both Chosen.”
“Chosen?”
That sounds rather definitive.
He nods thoughtfully. “We must ask the Sacred Mothers. They will know more. But as it stands, our very souls are linked to one another. I’m sure you feel it.”
I nod. The connection, the pure chemistry we have is undeniable.
“These wings… they are a manifestation of my powers, I think. Have you gone through any changes?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice nearly breaking. “I can control metal. Sort of. Sometimes.”
He nods. “It seems our connection has given us both newfound powers. It must be connected to the Rift somehow.”
I knew that vortex had something to do with it — but to be honest, it frightens the hell out of me. Who knows what could be on the other side?
As much as I enjoy Davor’s thumb brushing my skin, as much as I want to sink my nails into that broad, naked chest of his, I have to admit I’d give up all my powers just to keep my parents safe.
They are at the hands of ruthless mercenaries, and I’m wasting my time flirting.
“I must return to Garna,” I say resolutely.
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br /> “Is that where you are from?”
“Yes, and it’s under attack,” I say. “Because of me.”
“By who?”
“SINTRA,” I say. “Or mercenaries who claim to work for them anyway. I have no idea how they found me, but shortly after I dented up the Silo’s roof, they arrived.”
“Tell me what happened,” Davor says. “Start at the beginning.”
“There’s no time!” I say, my voice rising. “We’ve already wasted too much of it!”
“I can’t help you if I don’t know what is going on,” he says calmly. “I sense your distress, but please, calm down and tell me everything. It’s the only way I can help.”
“Okay,” I say, taking a deep breath. “Here it goes.”
I tell him as much as I can remember, racing through the events of the past few days as fast as I can.
“… and that’s when I was suddenly transported here,” I finish.
“Yes,” Davor says. He looks off into the distance, lost in deep thought.
I know that this isn’t really the time or the place for this, but damn he looks good. Like, he’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man, and more. His skin is a gorgeous shade of blue that seems to change hues ever so slightly, depending on the light. And his radiant blue eyes make me feel safe, despite my strange surroundings.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask.
He turns to me, and for the first time I see a speck of doubt in his eyes. “I have, erhm, a confession to make.”
“A confession?”
“Yes,” he says rather sheepishly. “You see, I felt your distress in that moment, when the SINTRA soldiers descended upon you, and I… well, I think pulled you here.”
“What?” I stammer. “Pulled me?”
“Yes,” he nods. “I sensed your distress, and it felt like my soul was being splintered in a thousand pieces. With every fiber my being I wished for your safety. Somehow, due to our connection, I transported you… here. Your separation from your family — it is my fault. And for that, I apologize.”
I lick my dry lips. “It’s okay,” I say. “I’m pretty sure you saved my life in that moment. Those men had bad plans. The fact that it brought me halfway across the universe is just… an unfortunate side effect. Right now, we’ve got to send a message to the Galactic Aids Corps Headquarters. We’ve got to let them know Garna is under attack. Unless the Zoran can intervene?”