Torch (Galactic Cage Fighters Book 7)

by KD Jones

  Isis nodded her head but didn’t say anything. She just wanted to go home, to the GCFA. Home with Torch. Torch wheeled her back out of the Council hall.

  She turned to Nigel. “When can we leave?”

  Nigel smiled. “As soon as the healers say you are fit for traveling.”

  Isis growled. “Great.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Isis was so ready to leave. She just couldn’t wait. But the healers had to approve on her traveling. She felt fine really. However, she promised to wait and lay down for as long as possible to conserve her energy. Torch and Nigel were arranging the traveling plans while she waited in the suite for one of the healers to come by and see her. Two guards were outside her suite.

  She looked out the window at her icy top level of her home world. Isis had been gone for almost a year. She didn’t miss this cold world, but she did miss her parents. She asked to visit her family’s old suite, which her guardians had taken over so she could get a few momentos. Things she had had to leave behind the first time. Torch asked that she wait until he returned, but she wanted to get it over with.

  She opened the door and looked at the two guards. “I would like to go to my family’s royal suite now.”

  “Yes, Princess.” They walked with her down the long hallway to the other end where the royal suites were kept.

  She knocked on the suite door and rang the bell. Her mother’s cousin, Disa, opened the door. She frowned when she saw Isis standing there. “What do you want?”

  “I came to collect some of my family’s belongings.”

  “What makes you think you deserve to have anything?”

  “I can request it through the Council. I will also ask them to review all the child compensation that you received up until I turned twenty-one. Half of that money was to be put into an account for me to use when I reached the age of eighteen. But that account never got a dime.”

  “Bitch! Fine you can get your shit but the guards remain outside,” Disa growled.

  Isis looked at her guards who did not seem happy about being kept out and losing sight of her. “I promise not to be long.”

  She entered the suite and headed to where her bedroom used to be. She paused as she looked around at an empty room. “Where’s all my stuff?”

  Disa leaned against the door and shrugged. “Most of it we threw out after you ran off. There might be a few boxes left in the closet.”

  Isis felt her heart sink. “That wasn’t your stuff to do anything with.” She stomped over to the closet and opened the door. There was three boxes there. She knelt on the floor and opened the top box. It just had books and stuff. Nothing she cared about. She sat it aside.

  She opened the second box and found a stuffed bear her father had gotten her and some clothes and shoes. She took the bear out and left the rest. She sat the box on top of the other box.

  The last box she opened and looked inside, a smile broke over her face. She reached in and pulled out a picture frame. It was a picture of her, her father, and mother all laughing at one of the vacationing spots on a nearby moon. It had been the best day in her life. Just two years later her parents were killed and her life changed drastically. There wasn’t much else in the box.

  She stood and grabbed the bear and picture frame. All the years on the Isle on Isia and she only had two items to show for it. It only cemented in her mind that this was no longer her home.

  Isis turned to leave the bedroom when she was knocked down to the floor. She was on her hands and knees and looked up to find Ishop standing there behind her.

  “You bitch! I could have been king!” He kicked her side, making her slide across the room.

  Disa and Crep tried to step in between them. “Stop it or the guards will hear you.”

  Ishop didn’t pay them any attention. He stomped his way over to Isis and raised his leg to kick her again. This time, Isis was ready for him.

  She blocked his kick and stood slowly, tossing her long braids behind her. “Have you ever been in a real hand to hand fight?”

  He smirked. “You mean like the fake shit you and those lowly GCFA fighters do?”

  “Here’s a little piece of information for you. The fighting you claim to be shit...ain’t shit, asshole.” She punched him hard in the face doing a back kick.

  Disa and Crep panicked and ran out of the suite. The two guards came in, prepared to try to subdue Ishop.

  “No, he’s mine!” Isis ordered them back.

  She circled around Ishop sizing him up. He was taller than most of the female fighters she had to fight, but he wasn’t as strong as Zara. That was her ace in the hole. She had been practicing with Zara for almost a year now. Can’t get better training than that.

  Ishop was keeping his distance. He looked at the guards and realized he wasn’t getting out of there and escaping again. He was determined to take Isis down with him. He tried to kick her but his kick missed. He did manage to get her to back up against the wall and quickly hit her with his right hand.

  Isis pushed him away from her. She spit out the blood from his hit on the floor. “That all you got?”

  Isis kneed him in the gut. He backed away trying to stay out of her reach. A commotion caught her attention. She looked over at the door. Torch shoved his way inside followed by Nigel and Tolis.

  “Isis?” Torch went to reach her but she shook her head at him.

  “Aw, look your boyfriend is here to fight for you,” Ishop said with bitterness.

  “I don’t need Torch to fight you. I can take you myself,” Isis told him.

  He snorted. “Right.” He lunged for her, hitting her with his fists.

  But Isis withstood those and jabbed him in the side. He doubled over and she kneed his chin, knocking him back on his ass. She would have pulled back but Zara’s words echoed in her head, “Get them down and keep them down!” She stepped up to Ishop and stomped her foot down hard on his scrotum.

  Torch turned to Nigel and said, “God, I love the way that female fights.”

  She turned to Torch and gave him a bloody smile. “I want to go home now.”

  The guards rushed forward and grabbed a crying Ishop, dragging him out. She turned to Tolis. “My guardians were harboring Ishop. He was here when I got here.”

  “Why did you come here in the first place?” Torch asked.

  Isis turned to go back toward the bedroom where her bear and picture frame had landed. “I came for a few family items.” She walked over to Torch and he lifted her chin to look at her mouth.

  “We need a healer.”

  She shook her head. “I’m fine. It will heal on its own in a few hours. I just want to leave Isia.”

  Torch looked over at Tolis. “You are free to go. Judgment of Ishop’s guilt has already been handed down. Now we have him in custody.”

  “Then let’s go,” Torch said, wrapping his arms around Isis and walking with her out of the door. He would be glad to leave this place and never come back.

  Chapter Twenty

  Isis was more than happy to finally get back to the GCFA. Her friends welcomed her back and the GCFA gave her some time off to fully recuperate. Tolis sent her a message letting her know that Ishop was going to serve a lifetime in the Isian iceland prisons. It was better than he deserved. But at least she was finally free of the male. Everything was working out. Her biggest frustration was with Torch.

  It was a week since she had been back and Torch kept treating her like an invalid, not sharing sex. The healers had pronounced her ready to start back with her training for the next day. That should mean she was a go for hot sex. But Torch insisted on waiting a little longer. Though he practically moved into her suite with her, he was keeping his distance. Well she had had enough of the waiting.

  *****

  Torch came back from his morning practice. He wanted to have a nice lunch with Isis, and check to see how she was feeling. He just needed to be near her. He was haunted by the memory of finding her in that dark closet, collared and not br
eathing well. He could have lost her. That was unacceptable.

  He knew she was a strong female. It took everything he had to stand by and watch her fight with Ishop. All he wanted to do was burn the male to a crisp. But he recognized that Isis needed to deal with him on her own terms. Afterwards when he held her, carrying her to the spaceport to leave Isia, he felt how small she was in his arms and he promised himself he would take much better care of her. She wasn’t making it easy on him.

  He fought his urges to claim her over and over. He slept with her next to him, in his arms every night. He had breakfast, lunch, and dinner with her every day. Just the scent of her had him rock hard. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it slow. His every impulse was to rip her clothes off and fuck her for two days straight. Something was going to have to happen and soon.

  He walked into the very quiet suite. “Isis?” he called out. He didn’t find her in the kitchen. He headed to the bedroom. That’s when he heard the shower. His heartbeat quickened at the images of her naked in the shower. Usually she took cold baths and she would be done before he got home. Now he found he couldn’t resist walking to the bathroom and opening the door that was left ajar. The moment the door was opened, he was hit with steam and the undeniable scent of his mate’s arousal.

  “Isis,” he groaned as he took in her naked flesh through the glass shower door. She had her head tipped back as her hands ran slowly up and down her breasts and slim stomach.

  He couldn’t move, just froze there watching her touch herself. She dipped her fingers down to her smooth mound. Then one finger dipped inside of her pussy lips. He had to grab the doorframe to keep himself standing in place.

  “Are you going to join me?” Isis asked with a husky voice.

  “I…don’t know.” Torch licked his lips imagining tasting her everywhere.

  “Okay.” She turned her back to him and bent over to wash her legs.

  “Fuck!” Torch couldn’t take it. That sweet ass of hers and her pretty breasts. He had to take her. He ripped his t-shirt off and shucked out of his pants and shoes.

  He opened the door and entered into the shower. “Are you okay with the heat?” He didn’t want her to get overheated.

  She turned her head to glance at him over her shoulder. “I feel fine. See.” She turned around and walked up against him. His hands reached for her hips. “Don’t I feel fine?”

  “Oh yeah. You feel real fine, baby.” He reached up with one hand gently but firmly holding her head to him so he could sweep down and kiss her. He stroked and swirled his tongue around hers. Then sucked her tongue inside his mouth.

  The taste of her wrapped around him. It seemed like forever since he had kissed her like this. The feel of her breasts pressing against his warm and slick chest. He ran his hands down her back and took each butt cheek in his hands. He brought her against his cock.

  “Please, Torch, I need you.”

  He released his left hand, moved it to the front, and petted her mound. “Let’s see if you’re ready for me.” He inserted his finger and despite the water from the shower, found her to be wet with her arousal. He pressed another finger inside of her.

  He pumped in and out. She moved her ass back against his shaft up and down and he knew he had to have her, he couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted her in his arms and pressed her back against the shower wall. Isis wrapped her legs around his waist.

  He kept kissing her as he aligned the tip of his cock to her entrance. He pushed into her slowly and growled at the tight feel of her. Nothing felt this good, nothing but Isis.

  He smiled as Isis moaned his name. “Torch.”

  “Isis.” He began a steady rhythm. Each thrust upwards brought him closer and deeper. She squeezed him and he gritted his teeth to keep from losing his control. He had to make this good for her. But she had a different plan.

  “Harder.” Isis scratched his back. Torch found that to be a real turn on. He pounded into her, grinding his hips, hitting her inner G-spot over and over until they both screamed out their release.

  They slowly slunk down to the floor of the shower, still connected.

  “I love you, Isis.”

  “I love you too, Torch.”

  “So, ready for round two?” Torch asked, already pumping in her again.

  “Oh yes, show me what you've got.”

  Epilogue

  “Johann, the next match is one I think we have all been waiting for.”

  “I agree, Poland. This is the first match Isis and Torch have fought together as a couple. Sources tell me this is going to be a hot fight.”

  “I am looking forward to it.”

  *****

  Maxim watched on TV in the holding area as the next duo match was announced. Isis and Torch, the newly mated couple. They seemed to be happy together. How strange those emotions like happiness and love were. He shook his head, those were emotions he did not understand. It was not part of his Droid program. His human half was just as confused about all of those lighter feelings.

  Pain, anger, hate were emotions he was familiar with. He understood those, had even experienced them. They were emotions he was able to control. He liked control. For most of his existence he did not have control. He shook his head as if to clear his memory. It was just a human habit, it did nothing to make his memory go away. His memory was a database of stored information. The only way to erase that would be to fry his circuits. He was not ready to do that.

  “Everything okay?”

  He turned his head away from the TV and stared at the beautiful fighter, Alana. She was every male’s wet dream, including his own. He was not immune to her appeal, but they rarely spoke to one another. He frowned, she had asked him something. “What?”

  Alana looked at him with those amazing eyes of hers. “I asked if you were okay. You looked so serious.”

  “Just preparing for my fight.”

  They both turned to look at the TV as the next fight was called. He stood to get ready to head out. He had no shirt on and wore the GCFA logo fight shorts.

  She looked him up and down licking her dry lips. “I would say that you are more than ready.”

  A sharp shock went through his entire system straight to his cock. He knew this feeling, arousal. He looked at her tiny two piece GCFA outfit. It hugged every curve. Her luscious breasts were lifted and showcased to perfection. Another sharp shock of arousal went through him again. He simply stood there and stared at her. Not sure what to do.

  Alana stood and walked over to him. She stood just inches from him. Her lips parted and she spoke in that soft sexy voice of hers.

  “It’s showtime.”

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  Excerpt from Katieran Prime

  Katieran Prime Book One

  by KD Jones

  “We have a security breach in the interview room!” The lieutenant sounded out of breath.

  “I’m on my way!” He looked at Ren and knew he had heard about the breach. Ren nodded that he was coming too.

  The two men turned to run at full speed toward the hotel ballroom that was being used to conduct the interviews. As soon as they burst through the double doors, they both came to a screeching halt. They were unprepare
d for what met their eyes.

  About fifteen Earth females stood cowering against the walls of the interview room. That wasn’t what caught their immediate attention. Near the center of the room were six Earth females standing in a tight circle, with one lone female standing in the center of the protective circle. The female seemed to be swaying slightly.

  Katieran warriors surrounded the circle of Earth females, giving commands to the females to calm themselves, to which the Earth females responded by shouting back at the warriors to shove something up. . . Ren wasn’t exactly up on Earth vernacular. One female, with a brunette braid falling midway down her back and dressed in Earth’s warrior attire, seemed more aggressive. As two Katieran warriors advanced towards her, the female warrior took them both down to the floor.

  Ren looked at his brother, who seemed just as shocked as he was.

  “By the fiery flames of Kitana, what is happening here?” The commander looked at the nearest lieutenant who was sweating fiercely. “Why are the females acting this way?”

  The lieutenant looked at both the Prime Leader and the Prime Commander and hated that he was the one having to explain the situation. “Prime Commander, those seven females came in right at the end of the interview session. The medics had been dismissed, so the females were not given the translators. We tried to explain the interviews were over, but they did not understand without the translators.”

  The lieutenant continued, “We noticed right away the female in the middle of the circle was breeding and seemed very sick. We tried to get her to come with us to have the medics check her out. She did not understand and feared us. The female warrior took a protective stance and the other five females joined her and formed a protective circle. The female breeding looks to be in very bad shape.”