by Myla Jackson
Mayla strode over to where the Durakee ambassador stood. She stooped to lift a wine-handle knife from the floor stuck it against the artery pulsing in Trekar’s neck.
“Tell the truth. Did you send my people to New Shandal or to Palathea?”
Sweat popped out on Trekar’s upper lip and his eyes shifted back and forth. “We have to keep the miners happy or they won’t produce as many crystals.”
“And my men?” Khetan asked.
“I sent them as well,” Trekar cried.
Mayla pressed harder against the Durakee’s neck and blood oozed out.
Khetan grabbed her hand and pulled the weapon from it. As much as he wanted to kill the bastard, he couldn’t.
Mayla’s eyes narrowed. “Khetan, give me the weapon. As the princess of the Shandalan people, I have the right to kill this traitor.”
Khetan shook his head, his lips pressed tight. “No, princess. I want to kill him too, but we can’t.”
“Why not?”
He saw the return of the distrust in her eyes and his heart sank. “Trust me, princess. Killing Trekar will not help the situation.”
“Tell her, Khetan. The Shandalans have already killed Durakees. If you let me live, I’ll work to see your punishment is lessened. Otherwise, the Intergalactic Alliance will hunt every one of your people down and kill them. My brother, DiGeorge, is head of the Intergalactic Alliance. He is not at all tolerant of people killing his relatives.”
“He’s right, Princess. You can’t kill him.”
Mayla planted her fists on her hips. “But he and every Durakee diplomat deserves to die for what they’ve done to my people.”
“I agree. But we have other uses for him. As for the rest of the crew, we will find them a new home.”
“But they deserve to die!”
“And maybe they will where they’re going.” Khetan allowed a sexy, devilish smile to spread across his face.
Understanding lit Mayla’s eyes and she laughed out loud. “Perfect!”
“Brack,” Khetan shouted.
“Yes, sir!”
“Escort the remaining Durakee to the cargo hold.”
Brack tilted his head to the side and frowned. “And where to from there?”
“Deliver them to Tatama, their new home.”
Brack grinned. “Aye! Aye, sir!” He popped a mock salute and turned to perform Khetan’s bidding.
“You can’t take us to that planet, we’ll die!” Trekar cried, his legs trembling so badly he steadied himself against the table.
“You’re not going to that planet.”
Trekar stood a little straighter, letting go of the table. “I’m not?”
“No. You’re coming with us. You’re going to get us on Palathea to rescue the other Shandalans.”
The Durakee ambassador frowned. “And what if I refuse?”
“Then I give you to the Shandalan Princess to kill.”
Mayla moved closer, appearing even more dangerous naked than with clothes. Her thick blond hair was wildly awry and she gazed at him with a crazed look in her eyes. “It would be my pleasure.”
Trekar gulped and staggered backward. His gaze darted from his people being dragged out, to Khetan and back to Mayla. His shoulders slumped in defeat. “I’ll go with you.”
Khetan almost laughed out loud at the defeated ambassador, but he schooled his face into a fierce scowl. “One step out of line and I’ll give you to her.”
Trekar held up his hands. “I’ll cooperate! I’ll cooperate! Just get me away from her.”
Brack stepped up to the cowardly man holding a Durakee laser pistol in his hand.
“Put him in the brig.”
“What about the Durakee ship?”
Khetan stared into Mayla’s eyes. “We’re taking it to Palathea.”
A smile spread across her face and she threw her arms around Khetan’s neck.
Brack grinned. “Think if I said the same thing to Ridha, she’d have the same reaction?”
“I don’t know.” Khetan dipped his head indicating Brack should turn around. “Why don’t you ask her?”
Brack frowned. “I take it she’s right behind me.”
Khetan nodded and smiled.
“Ask me what?” Ridha stepped up beside Brack.
“Sure she won’t just slit my throat? I saw what she did to that Durakee who tried to stick his pokey in her.” Brack tugged at his shirt collar.
“Then ask me something I’ll like.”
His eyebrows rose and he grinned. Then he leaned close to her ear and whispered.
Ridha’s face reddened and her breathing quickened. She didn’t answer but she hooked her arm in his and nodded.
Ridha turned and looked around the room. “Jenna, Trista.”
Jenna and Trista looked at the Condor crewmen standing beside them. “Can we bring a friend?”
Ridha grinned. “The more the merrier!”
“Brack,” Khetan called out.
Brack swung around, a woman on each arm. “Yes, sir.”
“We leave for Palathea in the morning.”
“Yes, sir.”
After the Condor crew had shuttled the Durakee to the planet below, Mayla and Khetan returned to his quarters on the Condor. She’d donned the flimsy harem outfit for the trip back.
Once the door slid closed behind them, Khetan held his arms open for Mayla. “Come here.”
She stood still in the middle of the room, her arms crossed over her breasts. “No.”
He stepped closer. “Why?”
She held her hands up to stop his forward progress. “We need to clear the air between us.”
Khetan frowned. “About what? Didn’t I keep my promise? Did I not free your people from the Durakee ship?”
“Yes, you did. But, you realize that by helping us against the Durakee, you may now be considered an outlaw to the Intergalactic Alliance?”
Khetan’s frown deepened. “Yes. I do realize that.”
“That means you won’t be able to operate your salvage business as a legitimate business. You and your crew will be on the run as soon as they find out what we did.”
Khetan’s frown cleared and he smiled. “My men and I couldn’t give a rat’s ass what the Intergalactic Alliance thinks. If it means we’re on the run--good! Puts a little more action into our lives. They’re trained fighters. Rescuing the other Shandalans will give them something worth fighting for again.” Khetan closed the space between them. “Now, what’s keeping us apart?”
When his arms came up around her, she pressed a hand to his chest. “I don’t want to get involved with you, pirate. You’ll only break my heart and leave me to die of the Effect.”
“Who said anything about leaving you?” Khetan pulled her closer, flattening her hand between them.
She could feel the bulge of his desire pressing against her bare stomach. “You’re a free-spirit, a pirate. I’m a princess with a world full of people I have to lead.”
“Are your people here now?”
“No.”
“Are there any important decisions that can’t wait until we get to Palathea?”
When he kissed the side of her neck, the Effect rose within and Mayla couldn’t think straight. “No.”
“Do you like it when I do this?” He reached beneath the band of her pantaloons and stroked the nub of her desire, dipping into her moistened cunt.
“Yes, oh yes!”
When Khetan loosened the tie around her hips, the pantaloons drifted down around her ankles. Mayla stepped out of them and tossed the bra onto the growing pile of clothing. She eased the black shirt from his trousers and slid her hands up his chest, reveling in the curly coarseness of his chest hairs.
Khetan grabbed the hem of his shirt and, in one motion, ripped it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor.
Mayla touched the tip of her tongue to a hard, brown nipple and teased it to a peak. She slid the zip down the front of his trousers and freed his penis. While fondling his sc
rotum, she looked up into his eyes. “You know, I’m going to miss making love on Tatama.”
Khetan frowned. “Why?”
“While we were there, I only had to worry about the forces of nature and pleasing you. Now, I have to worry about the fate of a nation.”
“If it helps, you don’t have to worry about pleasing me,” he offered. “What you’re doing right now is beyond pleasing.”
She smiled up at him. “It is?”
Khetan growled and scooped her into his arms. He strode across the room and tossed her on the bed. “When you are worried about your people, you can come to me. I’ll be your anchor, your aphrodisiac, but mostly your lover. I’ll help you forget your worries or help you determine solutions to your challenges. I’m yours princess for you have captured my heart. I am yours to command.”
“Tomorrow, we’ll rescue my people, but today I command you make love to me, pirate.”
“As you wish.”
Khetan parted Mayla’s legs and gently tongued her clit, teasing her center of pleasure.
Mayla moaned and dug her fingers into his hair.
He increased the intensity of his onslaught dipping his fingers into her honeyed cunt, drawing the cream of her passion down to her anus. He traced a circle around the ruby-red orifice and pressed into its depths.
Mayla bucked and writhed against the sheets until her body stiffened and held for a moment.
Khetan continued his attack, his tongue lashing at the folds of her pussy, flicking against her clit and dipping into her moist vagina.
Hands clutched his hair and pushed his face away as her body jerked with the spasms of orgasm. When she collapsed she cursed and laughed all in one breath. “Chassat! You’ll be the death of me, pirate.”
“No, princess. You’ll be the death of me. But I’ll die a happy man surrounded by your love.”
He stood beside the bed and pulled her to edge. With her legs wrapped around his waist he held her hips in his hands and drove hard and fast to the center of her heart.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Myla Jackson spent her young life as a tomboy, creating adventures in the style of Huck Finn. When she discovered boys were boys and girls were girls, she shed her tomboy ways and jumped passionately into her life as a woman with all the usual longings for love and romance. She's traveled across the United States and to Germany managed a full-time job, and three children. She and her husband even tried their hands at ranching exotic birds in the Texas hill country. Ask her, and she'll tell you, what it's like to go toe-to-toe with an angry 350-pound bird!
Her new love is writing about real heroes, heroines, romance and passion, enabling her to relive her adventures of youth and create more exciting forays into the endless possibilities of undiscovered worlds and cultures.
In addition to writing erotica, she enjoys creating romantic comedies, paranormal and suspense novels.