Kave
Kave should have punched the damn medic for that first moment of insolence back at the pad. Now, it just seemed too late. Now, it would look like jealousy. It would look like Kave could not control his temper. It would look like he had no idea how to control his men. No, instead of punching him into line as Athen would have done, Kave trailed after the medic, who charged off to Command, while also watching his mate follow Jane into his quarters.
He’d already gotten off track with Humility and he wasn’t quite sure how. It soured his mood even further when he arrived into Command just in time for the medic to open his mouth.
“Who’s in charge of this mess?”
“Turn around.”
The medic’s head to toe assessment of Kave clearly suggested a lack of regard for Kave.
“You are in charge?” Another time, Kave would have slapped him but for now, Kave ignored the medic’s disrespectful tone.
“You will find the clinic in perfect working order, ” Kave said, pointing to one of the newly expanded modules halfway across the quad.
“I will need a Terran assistant. Female.”
“Margot is a nurse. She has already made a few alterations for the comfort of pregnant Terrans.” Kave thought to warn the medic that calling her an assistant rather than an RN would get him an earful. Margot had been an ER nurse for ten years and would tell him how she had seen things that would’ve make his hair curl, if he had any damn hair. She'd earned the title, thank you very damn much. Kave kept his mouth shut instead.
“And just so you know, I'm not the type to grant warriors exceptions for the comfort of their females,” the medic continued.
The last straw. Kave grabbed the medic by his shirt collar. Thankfully, he was still wearing the deep-space uniform that included a shirt. Otherwise, Kave would have just grabbed him by the throat.
“Are you calling my men cowards? I'll have you know that both my men and their mates are Suhlik slayers. Why Jane alone has at least five kills!”
“No, Commander. I was just informed that it would happen. Has happened elsewhere,” Scrubs stammered, his bluster melting into thin air.
“Well, it will not happen here.”
“Noted.”
Kave let go of his shirt. “Scrubs is a ridiculous name for a Mahdfel. You sound like a cleaner,” he told the medic.
“It is a Terran medical term. The females like it. My mate… my wife likes it.”
It was almost a dare to say something negative about his mate.
Kave just gave him the universal dismissive head shake and the medic promptly left, which did not make Kave feel any better, even though it should have.
His side itched from the stab wound, his Mahdfel cells trying desperately to heal the damage. If he scratched deep, it would heal completely, but Kave did nothing. He wanted that scar, craved the reminder of Humility on his skin.
Goru sat silently at the com, trying to look anywhere but at Kave. He flashed a briefing up on the com and Kave turned his attention to his duty. There had been an increase in Suhlik activity around Etlon. He did not worry for the planet’s safety. It was well-defended and each Etlonian would fight to his dying breath. The Suhlik would have to be mad to attack a Mahdfel stronghold directly. But it did not bode well for the various ships, stations, and outposts under Mahdfel protection. These could be subjected to surprise attack or simply blown out of existence without warning. Noven 90 was so far off the beaten path that it was highly unlikely the Suhlik would return.
That didn’t stop Kave from drilling both his warriors and their mates for a possible invasion, especially when they were now the source for a weapon capable of melting a Suhlik’s scales. Athen’s mate, Odette, was the botanist that had come up with the formula. It was still in the secret weapon testing phase, but there were other laboratories and facilities that had taken over that work. As far as the Suhlik were concerned, Noven 90 had been a ruse set by Athen to lure and slaughter Suhlik, and they wouldn’t be fooled by rumors of its importance again.
Work had a way of stacking up when one disappeared for a few days, and it was Kave’s sense of duty that kept him at the com for hours after he desired to visit his mate again. When he stepped outside and headed to his quarters, it was dark except for the stars to light the way.
The sight of his mate on his bed asleep took his breath away. She was naked, except for a towel that had fallen away. It would take next to nothing to be inside her, but he was an attentive mate who could take his time.
Kave stepped into the shower and was out in record time. Another glimpse of her took his cock from half mast to full in a heartbeat. He climbed onto the bed beside her, lying on his side, supporting his head with one hand and letting the other outline one beautiful breast then the other. Humility was perfect, as if she had been made for him. Memories of his past dreams were filled in with her face, her skin, as if he had never dreamed of anyone else.
Kave plucked at her nipples, loving the way they turned into little peaks, and then made his way downward, swirling over her belly and finally to the apex of her thighs. As if she knew his plan, Humility parted her legs in her sleep allowing him access. Despite his erection, he was in no hurry. He had years to satisfy himself. Humility, on the other hand, he planned to satisfy as many times as possible before his next duty shift.
Kave traced the lines of her nether lips, not pressing in to find the sweet honey, but just enough to hear Humility let out a little whimper, and instinctively open more for him. Another whimper and press of her hips and he dipped in, savoring the silky wetness that coated his finger. The desire to taste her became too much.
Humility awoke when he shifted.
“What are you doing?” she murmured, still half asleep.
“I’d think that would be quite apparent.”
“But you’re-”
Humility didn’t finish that statement, as Kave ran his tongue along her wet folds. She was fully awake now.
“Oh. My. Oh.” Kave set to work enjoying his mate. He lapped and swirled at her center, playing with her little nub until she was screaming in pleasure. Kave thrust his fingers inside her. He could feel her body clutching at him with every explosion of pleasure until he couldn’t wait one moment longer.
Kave looked down at her once he had shifted, his cock waiting impatiently at her entrance.
“Shall I do that every night?”
“Every night?”
“Unless I have a duty, and then I shall be happy to taste you in the morning.”
His mate had the gall to look exasperated, but she arched against him anyway.
“Aren’t you going to fuck me?”
“You want my cock inside you?” he teased. Kave already knew her answer, but delighted in hearing the answer anyway.
“Yes. I want your big green cock inside me.”
He didn’t think it was possible to have his tattoos emit any more of a glow, but his pleasure flickered across his skin as he slowly pushed into Humility, sliding into her as if he were built solely for that purpose. Kave paused above her, his cock fully sheathed in her wet heat. Humility wrapped her legs around him and then dug her nails into his ass.
“Yes. Now fuck me.”
Kave was only too happy to comply. The momentary displeasure of withdrawal was replaced with the delicious feeling of sliding back inside her again. He wanted to take his time, but after the second thrust, she dug her nails into him again, urging him onward, and Kave increased his pace, entering her faster, harder. He kept a careful eye on her face, but each time he pushed her further, her pleasure mounted until she tilted back her head and howled out her orgasm.
It was too much, watching her face. Kave thrust deep inside her and took his own release, savoring the ultimate satisfaction of filling his mate with his seed. Kave rolled onto his back and gathered her in his arms. She was snoozing before his heart returned to its normal steady beat.
Kave wanted a son. He wanted many sons. He felt a little shame at being so greedy, to want to impregnate his mate on their first joining. Many other warriors lauded a later pregnancy as it allowed the bond between mates to strengthen before adding the stress of a child. Kave suspected it was simply a way to compensate for the lack of immediate fertility and conception in a match.
Kave ignored the fact that his cock was still hard and ready for a second joining. He had tired his poor mate out, and there would be plenty of time for pleasure later. For now, he was as content as his mate to snooze in her arms.