Nash took the transport vessel down to the waste management ship and disembarked in the docking bay. He was determined to get to the bottom of the fleet’s technology leak. As a rule, Draconians were extraordinary loyal to their own kind. They may be fierce warriors in battle, but the thing that had sustained them for so many millions of years had been there loyalty and brotherhood to each other.

Back on Draconia, where dragons flew freely in the skies, it was easy to believe that their people would always support one another. With war against their ancient enemies, the Mulgor, taking more and more of their resources, Nash could see that times and attitudes were changing.

The Mulgor had been dormant for ten thousand years, and had just returned as preparations to leave for Earth had begun. Everything had been mass confusion—the plans to go to Earth had almost been canceled. As it was, half of the original fleet had been assigned to war.

That meant that the warrior class had to take shifts between fighting and mating in this chaos. Some Draconians had decided to go rogue and become a negative influence on the human race, a race that was crucial to the sustained genetic diversity of the Draconians.

He believed in Draconia, and had always been an observer of the ancient customs and traditions of his people. He had always been exceptionally loyal to his culture and his society. He could not conceive of the mind of someone who would not feel the same. Nevertheless, he would get to the bottom of this betrayal.

“How can I help you, Commander?” asked the technician standing behind a control panel on the transport deck.

“I would like to check on all of the data logs for communication and transportation coming from this vessel,” Nash said, showing the technician which vessel he meant.

“Right away Commander,” the technician said, pulling up a holographic screen of the data. After the information loaded, Nash scanned all of the records.

“Why are these ships going to Earth once a week?” he asked.

“I don’t know sir,” the technician said.

“Is this your regular post?” Nash asked.

“It’s not sir, I was reassigned here recently. The man who worked here previously, disappeared, and no one has been able to locate him.”

“Disappeared? Since the last transport from this vessel to Earth?”

“Yes, it was around that same time,” the technician said, looking sheepish.

“Why did no one report this? Disappearing to Earth is against regulations.”

“Nobody wanted to get him in trouble. Maybe he wanted to go find his own human woman and start a new life.” The technician shrugged. Nash let out a sigh. This was unacceptable.

“What was the name of that man?” Nash asked. “I want to have access to every data log he’s made the entire time he has been aboard the fleet.”

“Yes, sir,” the man said. His fingers flicked over the hologram, and soon the information came up on the screen.

The man’s name was Hallo Vox. He was a low-level civilian worker, who had been in waste management back on Draconia. There were no incidences of criminal activities in his past, but his data logs were highly suspicious—he’d taken every weekly visit to Earth from the waste management vessel. This man had to be the one responsible for leaking the illegal technology to the humans.

“Thank you,” Nash said. “After I deal with this person, the entire fleet is going to have an overhaul.” Nash got back in his transport vessel and flew to the command ship.

He knew Lexi would be sleeping alone by now in their bed. He wanted more than anything to go slip beneath the sheets with her. He wanted to run his hand up her shapely legs and touch the moist place between. His dragon roared in his mind, and was becoming more difficult to control as each moment passed.

His dragon constantly growled and thrashed that his mate was right before him. The dragon insisted he take her, claim her, spill his seed deep inside her womb, and fill her with his young. But, Nash knew that he could not treat Lexi that way—he had to go slowly with her. He had get past her apprehension and fear. It was the only way that they would both be happy.

But, that didn’t mean that his dragon wasn’t driving him mad. Every time he looked at the little human female he felt his cock grow hard.

He had to control his erection because he knew how much it frightened her. Spilling himself on her breasts had been shocking to Lexi, but it was the only way that he knew that she would begin to relax around him. Brides who were reluctant needed the extra help from the pheromones in a Draconian’s semen.

If he had left it alone, it may have taken her months or years to come to the place where she was now. Instead, it had taken only a few days. However, in the process he had frightened her.

It was true that the Draconian phallus was larger than the human counterpart. But, he also knew that the human female could accommodate a Draconian phallus. It had been done many times in the past. The human females who had accepted their Draconian mates were said to be the most pleased females in the galaxy.

He wished that pleasure for his bride, and for himself. Listening to his dragon grumble within was becoming difficult to control.