“Head for a busy plaza!” Kaistril barked. “I can jump with the emitter, lose it, then return to New Prague on public transport. You get Sabralia to the ship and get off-hub.”
“Public transport? Why don’t we just lose the chip and all leave together?” Kyler protested.
“The chip has to be kept at body temperature, or they’ll know it has been detected.”
Kyler snorted. “Give it to me. You’re still underweight and need your rest, you idiot.”
“You’re right.” Kaistril smiled. “I’d rather be with Sabra, anyway, to make sure you two don’t think up some other stupid scheme.”
“Sorry, Kaistril. And you, too, Sabralia,” Karvar, cheeks red, held a small tube to Kyler’s arm and struck a button. He then sealed the small wound. “Just dig it out with your knife when you want to. It’s shallow.”
“Here’s your credit stick,” Kaistril shoved the small device into Kyler’’s hand and he slid it into his com.
“Give me your cloak,” Kyler said to Sabralia. She shrugged it off and he threw it over his clothing. It looked ridiculous, being far too small, with feminine ruffles along the bottom edge.
“Don’t say a word,” Kyler said to his brothers with a scowl. The ship jerked to a halt and Kyler leaped out the door into a thick crowd below, the cloak flapping. “Go!” he shouted as they pulled up.
Two levels up, as Sirn’s men followed Kyler down several levels, they all left the transport at a trade station and scattered into several small transports. “Do some sightseeing, return to the ship in a couple hours or so.” Kaistril said.
Chapter Ten
Sabralia couldn’t keep her hands off Kaistril, and he didn’t seem to mind, pulling her into doorways and along the side of buildings for kisses. Her heart was full of delight at being with him, at his health and vitality, so different than when she’d last seen him.
“I explained everything to my brothers. They thought you were a security risk.”
“What did you tell them?”
“That you were my woman.” He pressed a hard kiss to her lips and she melted against him, blood churning. “I wish we could be alone,” Kaistril whispered into her ear. “We have nearly an hour before we need to grab a transport.”
Sabralia slid her hands up his chest, relishing the feel of his hard body under her fingers. “Come with me. I have a room. Plus, I want to get my belongings.” She dragged him by the hand to her micro sleep room a few plazas away.
Last night she had cried herself to sleep, thinking she might never see him again, and now he was here with her, healthy, vigorous. And he couldn’t keep his hands off her, either.
He wrapped his arms around her as they moved on a walkway, and tapped on his arm com. “I’m letting them know we have some important things to do, so we’ll be there when we get there.”
“So we don’t have to rush?”
He pulled her in front of him so her back rested against him, with his arms wrapped around, his lips at the soft skin of her nape. “No rushing. We need to celebrate.”
They made it to her room, quickly. There was barely room for both of them to stand on the small floor space in front of her bunk. “You lay down first. I went shopping and I was thinking about you. I want you to see what I bought,” Sabralia said.
Kaistril tossed his clothing onto the floor and stretched on the tiny bunk. Sabralia took off her dark blue gown, and the long pantaloons under it, all the while enjoying the sight of his long lean body on the small bunk. He was already hard, his length standing up proud.
Next to her skin, she wore a pink fuzzy sheath, some type of stretchy, fuzzy lace. It cupped her breasts, forming deep cleavage. It had a slit opening at the crotch.
“That is amazing,” he said.
“I bought several. Some have leggings. They are designed to keep you warm. I thought they would be nice in the colonies.”
Kaistril sat up and pulled her to him so his face was right in her cleavage. “You’re not going to the colonies.”
“No?” she asked softly.
“No. You are coming home with me. You’ll share my quarters on the ship, and you’ll share my rooms at my mother’s palace.”
“Palace?” Her voice squeaked and Kaistril chuckled, dragging her on top of him so his erection was trapped against her soft stomach covered in the silky fuzzy lace.
“I guess I forgot to tell you my mother is the Protectorate of New Prague.”
His hands were gliding softly up and down her backside, drawing tingling circles on her bottom.
“Well, that actually explains a lot.” She feathered her lips against his silky chest hair, reveling in the texture.
“She’ll annul your marriage to Sirn.”
Sabralia smiled. “He won’t know where I am, anyway.”
“But I can’t marry you legally unless you are free of him.”
Sabralia sat up in shock. “You want to marry me? I thought you wanted to go back to your Tier.”
His hands cupped her breasts in the silky fuzz. “Not anymore. Now I want to settle in New Prague with my lovely wife and consult with our military. I’m an expert on Sirn’s Cyborgs.”
“A real marriage? No harem? Children?”
“Yes, just you and our young. But I’ll bake the sweet buns. I’m a better cook.”
Tears filled her eyes and he pulled her down and kissed them away.
“I love you, Sabra. I want us to be together. I want the life we can build together.”
She sighed. “That’s what I want, also.”
With a groan, Kaistril rolled her onto her back. “Want to be inside,” he whispered as his lips trailed along her neck. “It’s been too long.”
“No more waiting,” she agreed, wrapping her legs around his hips, welcoming his rigid flesh with equal urgency.
He slid into her in a hard, urgent rush and she met him clutching him to her with her legs and pussy, enjoying his gasp of delight. She met his hard thrusts with undulations of her own, reveling in his strength, in the wild passion between them.
Later, as they took a private transport to the jump ship Kaistril tapped away on his com.
“Who are you contacting?” Sabralia asked. She was pleasantly exhausted.
“Daveed. Letting him know they can have free passage to New Prague and a waiver of immigration wait time if they join us right now. He says yes. Sending him the ship’s location.”
Sabralia smiled. Free passage and a waiver of wait time would make Daveed and Amira prosperous immigrants.
They got on board the New Prague ship. Kaistril took care of business, mainly concerning Daveed and his family, and then lead her to his room.
Karvar met them, but barely greeted them, his eyes glued to his com screen. “Your family suite is ready.” He muttered. “Kyler still hasn’t arrived back at the ship, though all his vitals showed normal on my screen.”
“Do you think your brother is all right? They haven’t caught him, have they?”
“No, the signal is good,” Karvar said. “I wired a panic button that will pick up sounds, heart rate, all that. He seems fine.”
“Kyler is probably having the time of his life zooming around the sphere,” Kaistril said.
Karvar looked up from the com. “She’s coming with us? Not traveling on?”
“She’s going to be my wife.”
“Oh.” Karvar sighed. “Well, if you have a wife, and Kyler has agreed to marry the Chancellor’s daughter, then mother’s going to start arranging my marriage.” He went back to the com, looking depressed. “Kellac found a woman, too.”
“Life is tough, little brother,” Kaistril said with a chuckle.
Back in their quarters—a small room with a comfortable bed and separate bathing area—Sabralia said, “Your mother might not think our marriage is such a great idea, since she believes in arranging marriages for her sons.”
Kaistril snorted. “She can only suggest it. And why Kyler would go along with it I can’t fathom. Probably
something to do with Kellac and I disappearing. Kyler’s the oldest. He always thinks he’s responsible for everything. Trying to make some happy family memories, I suspect.”
“Kellac is another brother?”
“Yes. He got imprisoned on a Puregen world. It’s a long story. I don’t even know the whole thing.” Kaistril gathered her into his arms and yawned. “I’m not quite recovered yet. Karvar said I would need extra rest for a week or so. I think we’ll have to spend most of the journey in bed.” He grinned.
Sabralia slid into the comfortable bed with him and rained affectionate kisses over his face. “Your recovery is my number one priority.”
The End
ALIEN BLOOD, Book Two of the Diaspora Worlds Series
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Kellac is everything Gema secretly wants, but a future together is impossible.
Kellac, younger brother of Kaistril, HER CYBORG AWAKES, ends up on planet Toph in military prison. While not at fault, Kellac must wait for diplomatic solutions while the military keeps him in lock up. Stranded on the planet Toph as a child, Gema is in the Women's Penitentiary for vagrancy. Not PureGen (lab perfected human), she cannot be a citizen and has no legal status.
They are chosen to be contestants on the wildly popular Survival Game, in which two prisoners compete to win credits and their freedom on a planet, soon to be open for immigration. With every moved recorded by a swarm of flying cameras, Kellac and Gema fight their attraction to each other and work together to earn credits. The competition goes well--until the spaceship carrying the show's production team crashes onto their wilderness planet. They are stranded and survival is no longer a game.
Author’s Note:
Book 3, Starwoman’s Sanctuary, coming summer of 2013!
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Melisse lives in a small town in windswept Wyoming with her husband, cats and beloved dog Baxter. Her college aged daughter whoosh by at light speed with their busy lives. When not reading or writing, Melisee enjoys playing with Photoshop, crocheting, baking, playing ball with Baxter, hanging out in the mountains and watching scifi and paranormal shows on TV.
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