Kept for Their Use

by Ivy Barrett

  Ram’s lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at the chancellor. After a long, tense silence, he said, “That’s the Ventori position. All the females are human. Who speaks for them?”

  “I speak for the humans also,” Bron insisted.

  “Unacceptable,” Ram snapped. “I want a human official to assure me of equal consideration. Without this assurance, we are finished here.”

  “Tell Savator I’m on my way,” Celeste said as she struggled to unlatch her safety straps.

  “Celeste, no,” Jasmine cried, laying her hand on the other woman’s arm. “It’s much too dangerous.”

  “I’ll be fine.” Then to Kellan she insisted, “Tell him now.”

  Kellan conveyed the message, but Bron was none too pleased. Kellan pivoted in his seat, facing the females. “Ram wants you down there for a specific reason. It’s foolish to give him what he wants.”

  “It wasn’t foolish for the chancellor,” Celeste pointed out. “If it’s safe for him, it’s safe for me. I am going.”

  “Only if I mol-port you,” Kellan argued.

  Finally free of her restraints, Celeste pushed to her feet. “This isn’t your decision to make, and it’s not Bron’s either. Ram wants to hear it from a human, and I intend to speak with him.”

  “Stubborn fool.” With a frustrated hiss, Kellan activated the mol-port engine.

  Jasmine watched the display, waiting for Celeste to appear. She rematerialized in about the same spot Bron had and bravely approached the males. Ram watched her closely, gaze slightly narrowed. He looked like a predator ready to pounce. Celeste reached the chancellor’s side and opened her mouth, but she never got the chance to speak. Ram charged, slamming his shoulder into her belly as he lifted her off her feet.

  Celeste screamed, legs kicking wildly as Ram put some distance between him and the other males.

  Like a domino chain in reverse, armored rebels appeared one after another, forming a ring around Bron, Zilrath, and Vikrin. Bron and Zilrath had drawn weapons, for all the good it did them. Neither could fire with Celeste’s body covering most of Ram’s. Ram stood on the other side of his soldiers, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Celeste fought like a wild thing, but the Yashonty barely seemed to notice.

  Bron shouted an order and six armored Ventori materialized, forming a concentric ring around the rebels. Now their weapons targeted the rebels and the rebels targeted the three in the middle. What a cluster fuck!

  Jasmine held her breath, knowing one twitchy finger could result in a ruthless slaughter.

  “Ram,” Vikrin said, suddenly sounding calm and authoritative. “You have what you came for. There is no need for bloodshed.”

  Ram tensed, then nodded once and beckoned the gatekeeper. “Come.”

  “Gods damn it,” Kellan snarled. “I knew the worthless bastard was a spy.”

  The rebels parted, allowing the gatekeeper through. The Ventori glared at him as he passed, no one attempted to stop him.

  “Your assistance will not be forgotten, my friend,” Ram said loud enough for everyone to hear.

  Vikrin cringed at the announcement, but never looked back. He opened a portal and avoided eye contact with everyone as Ram and the other rebels rushed through. Finally, he glanced at Zilrath and said, “Sorry,” just before he stepped through the portal and closed it behind him.

  “Find them!” Bron shouted, then, “Kellan, get us back onboard my shuttle.”

  Bron was still fuming when he and Zilrath appeared on the shuttle moments later. “You never should have let her off this ship!”

  “Yes, sir,” Kellan replied without shifting his focus from the control matrix. He was frantically scanning for any blip, any hint of distortion that would reveal a Yashonty ship.

  Bron returned to his seat in the front row. Zilrath sat down beside Jasmine, looking stunned and frustrated.

  “I think I have them,” Urrya announced. Then he started to rattle off orders, but must have switched to a different link because neither Kellan nor Bron reacted when his transmission ended abruptly.

  “Why the fuck would Ram want Celeste?” Bron shook his head. “This makes no sense.”

  “He has her two sisters,” Jasmine reminded. “Maybe he...”

  “He couldn’t have known who the human representative was,” Kellan pointed out.

  “Unless Vikrin told him,” Zilrath said.

  “But how did Vikrin know?” Kellan countered. “I sure as hells didn’t tell him. Did you?”

  “Of course not. But this felt like a setup from the start. I just thought he was after Bron.”

  “Fuck,” Bron muttered. “Just fuck!” He scrubbed his bristly hair with both hands, then asked, “Where shall I drop you? I need to get back to headquarters.”

  “Home is fine,” Kellan said, “But what can we do to help you? That bastard now has three human females.”

  “That we know of,” Zilrath amended. “We all know he has taken more. Likely a lot more.”

  Bron sighed and looked Kellan in the eyes. “This isn’t your fight. I need you doing the job to which I assigned you. Camp Confluence.”

  “I understand that, sir, but I—”

  “No buts. No arguments. Fix the problems at Camp Confluence. Trust me. That will keep all three of you busy for months to come. Besides, you’re in the grip of mating fever, which means none of you will be able to keep your minds on business for too much longer.”

  “My role has changed,” Kellan said as much to himself as the others. “I’ll refocus, but what are you going to do about Ram? The rebels are clearly out of control.”

  Bron set the shuttle in motion before he answered. “I’ve been treating him like a disobedient child, hoping he’ll change his behavior. Obviously, that’s not going to happen. It’s time to loose the dogs of war.”

  Jasmine barely kept herself from gasping. She’d heard the phrase before, but even the guards spoke of the ‘dogs of war’ as if they were part deity, part devil. The six most ruthless, most deadly Ventori commanders had earned the nickname, and wore it like a badge of honor.

  “Was this already in the works?” Kellan asked, looking almost angry. “It explains Galzar’s sudden reassignment.”

  Was Galzar Ako one of the dogs? Kellan’s question implied that he was.

  “It’s the right move,” Bron said firmly. “You are both more suited to your current positions. That’s what I get for trying to be creative instead of relying on what I know works.”

  “Just answer the question.” Kellan’s voice growled with impatience.

  “Yes. I planned to send the dogs after Ram, and that motley pack needs their alpha. Ram’s actions today just made that order much easier to give.”

  Kellan smiled. “Was that so hard?”

  “I know how hard it is to give up the Elizian. Didn’t want to listen to you rail.”

  Kellan shook his head. “I’ve never been one to rail, and I certainly don’t regret the outcome.” He looked back at Jasmine, love shining in his eyes. “I’d much rather have a mate than command a ship, even the Elizian.”

  “High praise indeed,” Bron said with a smile.

  The chancellor briefly set down in front of their house and few minutes later and let the others out.

  “Update me when you know more,” Kellan called as the stairs retracted.

  “Will do,” Bron assured, then turned back to the control panel.

  They crossed the front yard in stunned silence. “I feel like we should be doing something,” Jasmine said as Zilrath opened the door. “We promised to help Celeste and she ended up at Ram’s mercy instead.”

  “We both tried to stop her,” Kellan reminded, but she saw regret in his eyes. “That female wouldn’t listen to anyone.”

  “I know.” But it didn’t make her feel any better.

  “Everything that can be done to recover her is being done.” Zilrath pulled her into his arms as Kellan closed the door. “Brokvata ships are fast and agile. If anyone has a hope of pu
rsuing them, it’s Urrya and his Brokvata. Now stop worrying about her. That’s an order.” He reached down and pinched her behind. “Or does Kellan need to spank you to help refocus your mind?”

  Desire unfurled inside her and Jasmine smiled. Strenuous sex was a wonderful way to work off frustration and anxiety. And a little pain would just speed the catharsis and heighten the pleasure for all of them. She looked up into Zilrath’s blue-gray eyes and smiled. “I think that would be best.”

  Kellan took her by the hand and led her toward the stairs. But he stopped at the bottom and faced her, his expression stern, eyes fierce. “I decide what’s best in this relationship. Now get out of those clothes and crawl in front of us, so we can decide what we want to do with you.”

  She wasn’t sure about the crawling. That was new. But her heart was fluttering madly and her core already ached. All it took was the consuming need in his eyes to get her motor running. “Yes, Sir.” Enjoying the heat of their eyes on her, she quickly stripped off her clothing and turned toward the stairs. Crawling was a bit awkward at first, but it made her feel wild, almost feral. She arched her back as she shifted her legs, knowing they watched every move she made.

  “Faster,” Zilrath ordered, his voice raw with need.

  She was happy to obey.

  The End

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