Angh, Planet Vesper, Helios Retreat

“This is not the flank ship in Sector 216,” I commented, turning in a slow circle, taking in our surroundings. This was not a transport room.

Kira was beside me, which meant I wasn’t losing my mind. She began to laugh and I had to question whether she’d lost hers.

“Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore,” she replied, although I had no idea what the hell she was talking about.

I gripped her arm, suddenly panicked, then tugged her behind me. She stumbled, but I held on as I wrapped my arm about her, holding her against my back. My beast came to the front and I felt it taking over. It wasn’t the fever, but beast mode. “Was our transport intercepted? We have no weapons.” My beast was the only weapon I had.

“Angh, calm down. Tell your beast to chill the fuck out.” I felt her hand as she patted my back.

“Calm down? What does getting cold have to do with anything? Where the fuck are we? How did we get here? The flank ship should have the blackness of space out of the portals, not land. Sand. A green sky.” I walked closer to the large doorway, which was open to the warm air, pulling Kira along with me. “And two suns. In order for us to see two suns, then we have to be about…three light years from Sector 216.”

“All I can see is the back of your shirt,” she grumbled. Kira pushed out of my hold, but only because I let her, but I didn’t let her go far. “It’s beautiful here. I’ve never seen two suns before.”

I looked down at her, frowning. “Out of everything I just said, you’re focused on the number of suns?”

She smiled. “Yes.” Turning, she took a step out of the doorway, but I grabbed her about the waist. “Angh, we’re at some kind of resort or hotel, not in Hive territory. We’re definitely not on a battleship. Look, there’s a pool.”

I followed the direction of her hand as she pointed. There was a pool, the colored tiles making the water look deep blue.

Kira spun about. “We’re in a bedroom, not a prison, not a transport room. The bed is built for an Atlan. See?” She pointed again.

“Warlord Anghar, Captain Dahl, greetings.”

I spun about at the words that came from behind us. I had the male in a grip about his neck and had him lifted two feet off the ground, his body pressed against the doorframe before Kira even gasped in surprise.

“Who the fuck are you?” I asked, my voice booming.

Kira came over, tugged on my elbow as the male’s eyeballs began to bulge, his pale face turning purple. His hands gripped and tugged at my forearm, but was absolutely no match for my beast.

“Let him down!” Kira shouted.

“He is a threat.”

The man dropped one hand slapped it against the wall until the room’s comms unit came to life.

“Surprise!” Cadet Melody’s perky voice had me turning my head, loosening my hold on the male.

“Angh, put the poor man down. He works here.”

“Here? Like I said, where the fuck is here?” I narrowed my gaze at him as he put a hand to his neck and coughed. His normal coloring was returning. He wasn’t Atlan, didn’t have the darker skin tone of a Prillon. I had no idea what his home planet was.

“Will you stop saying fuck?” Kira asked.

“Hi, Kira and Angh!” Melody’s face took up most of the comm display. Denzel was behind her, arms crossed in his familiar stance, although he was smiling. Smiling.

“I know you’re probably freaking out. Don’t panic. Really. I heard about your mating in the brig—not very romantic—and talked with Vice Admiral Niobe and told her she wasn’t a very good matchmaker. Newly-mated couples need candles, wine, romance, not prison walls and conjugal sex for their claiming. Sheesh.” Melody rolled her eyes, clearly disappointed in the Vice Admiral. “Anyway, she cleared it with Governor Rone on The Colony and we rerouted your transport. You’re at the Helios Retreat for your honeymoon!”

She was excited. Too excited for another couple’s leave for a honeymoon. I wasn’t familiar with Earth’s suns and moons and so I had no idea why it was called honey. I gave up trying to understand all the Earth slang after spending so much time with Denzel. As for her exuberance, I didn’t understand that either, but the surprised and pleased look on Kira’s face told me she did.

I eyed the male before me who’d surprised us, who clearly was an employee of the retreat. It was obvious now with his black pants and green shirt that had an unusual graphic on the chest with the word Helios below. He eyed me with fear, but hadn’t moved or fled, and I was impressed with their level of service. I angled my head out the door and he bolted.

I took a deep breath, then another. I took in my surroundings with a calmer demeanor. Helios Retreat. I’d never heard of it, nor Vesper. But, I knew of retreats around the galaxy that many used for vacation. I hadn’t been on a vacation in years, not since before I became a warlord. Before battle. Before the Hive. The idea of being someplace where there was no war, no danger, most likely not even talk of the Hive, was strange.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I turned my attention back to the screen.

Denzel put his hand on Melody’s shoulder and she calmed down a bit. “You’re on Planet Vesper, nowhere near the battlefront,” he said, then kissed her temple, clearly the sign to let her continue.

“Yeah, you’re not anywhere near the Hive and the flank battleship thing was all a lie. Don’t panic.”

“I’m sure it’s too late, love,” Denzel said. “Knowing Angh, he went all beast mode.”

Kira looked up at me. She had her lips rolled between her teeth as if she was trying not to smile.

“Sorry if we made you panic,” Melody said with impressive seriousness, just before she clapped her hands together. “We fooled you both. Ha! I guess it helped to have the Vice Admiral involved. I swear, for a half-human, she’s no fun. As for you two, you’ve earned some fun. Three days of suns, sand and sex.”

Being sent here was a… present? A gift from Melody and the Governor? And they’d gotten approval from Commander Karter and the Vice Admiral? They’d all been in on it? Suns, sand and sex?

I didn’t give a shit about the first two, but sex? For three days? My beast circled, then laid down. Content. My cock, however, rose to attention. It was all for three days of being buried deep inside Kira.

“Your return transport is in three days at zero eight hundred. Be ready.”

Denzel leaned in again. “Be dressed because your coordinates are pre-loaded and wherever the fuck you are, whatever the fuck you’re doing, including fucking…is how you’ll transport back. Fair warning. While Kira sure is fine, I have no interest in seeing a pale Atlan ass.”

Denzel winked one silver eye.

“Speaking of fucking…” he tugged Melody away from the comms screen and all we could see was a generic officer’s quarters. But Melody’s giggling could be heard along with, “Show me that big cock,” before the comm ended.

I stared down at Kira. Kira stared up at me. “I didn’t need to hear the last,” she said, then burst out laughing. “Three days,” she said, tapping her finger to her lip. I couldn’t miss the way her cuff picked up the brightness from the suns. “Whatever shall we do?”

I reached out, stroked her hair, then let it slide down to her shoulder and lower still over the curve of her breast. “I vote for sex,” I said.

She laughed. I loved that sound, so open, so…happy. And the look on her face was something I always longed for. None of the tension or worry of her job. No students to lead, no battles to fight. No cares. No worries.

I didn’t need a retreat to enjoy my mate; I just needed privacy. A bed wasn’t even required. But seeing Kira relaxed and carefree was a side benefit. Perhaps we did need this time away, this time alone where we could be reminded life wasn’t all about fighting the Hive. There was peace out there, proof positive that our work was doing good, keeping places like Vesper an escape.

Thanks were in order for those involved in arranging this. Kira was smiling because of it, but it was my job now to keep her that way.

Her pupils dilated; her breathing picked up. “I vote for sex, too.”

My beast perked right up and was telling me Yes. I vote for sex, too. Lots of it.

Kira stepped closer, put her hand on my chest and pushed. I stepped back and she pushed again until she was walking me backward. She was smiling, so I kept on going. I felt the bed against the back of my calves and with one final push, I dropped to sit on the edge. The mattress was soft. Plush.

Her smile was all for me now. But I wanted her to wear that and nothing else.

My hands went to the bottom of her uniform shirt, curled into the hem.

She stepped back, but her smile didn’t slip. “It’s my turn to be in charge.”

Her voice was soft, yet husky. The blood that was left in my brain traveled to my cock. Fuck, I loved my mate.

Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink and her eyes flared with heat. “And since I’m a teacher, we’re going to start with a very special lesson. Take off your shirt, Warlord.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, only too willing to follow any order that ended up with fewer clothes on. Once it was on the floor, I waited for her next command, although it needed to happen fast or the beast was going to lose interest in this game and do what he did – fuck her until she screamed my name.

“If I’m going to teach you a lesson, then I need to know you’ve come prepared.” She lifted her shirt up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor. “Have you?”

Her pale hair swung along her back, but I paid it barely any attention. Her breasts, while covered in a simple white bra, were right in front of my face.

“Warlord,” she reminded.

I forgot the question. “Ma’am?”

“Have you come prepared?” She tapped her booted foot on the tile floor as if she were irritated by having to repeat herself. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. While it had made me hot watching her in action on the practice field at the Academy, and beside her as we fought the Hive, the balance of power was skewed now. This play made my balls ache. This was play. I could have her beneath me, cock cramming her full in seconds. But no. I wanted her to have this power over me. I gave it to her, a gift I knew she enjoyed. She owned me, all of me. And that was a power I had never given another, not my commanders on the battlefield or the people on my home world. Only her.

I was eager—no, desperate—to see where this would go. I knew the end would be what we both wanted. What we needed. It wasn’t the destination now. It was all about the journey. And as long as I took it with Kira, I would be one happy Atlan.

Finally.

* * *

Kira

I’d think about what Melody and Chloe had done later. I’d check out the pool and the desert and the suns. Later. The only thing I was going to check out now was Angh’s cock as he opened up his pants and pulled it out.

I licked my lips. Oh yeah. That was the cock I wanted. Needed. Ached for. I was wet and Angh would find out soon enough. Not yet, though. I had a feeling as soon as he got his hands—literally—on my pussy, our game would be over. And I wanted to play with both man and beast. I saw the primitive lust inside him, the beast watching me with hooded eyes, waiting to pounce. To conquer. To claim.

He could snap at any moment and the thought thrilled me until my pussy was soaking through my clothing. It was like trying to tame a lion. A total rush. A rush I knew would end with orgasm after orgasm until I was so wrung out I literally couldn’t move.

Last time I’d been in that condition, Angh had put his mouth on me and made me come again anyway with that skilled tongue.

I whimpered, then stifled it by crossing my arms over my chest—which didn’t make me look too superior since I was in just my bra—and said, “Yes, you have come very well prepared.”

His cock was huge. Atlans were big everywhere. My inner walls clenched, remembering how it felt to be opened up by it, to have that big crown slide over every nerve ending. I’d never been one to come from just penetration alone, but Angh got me there. Sure, my clit was still my magic button, but it seemed my g-spot, which had been hiding my whole life, decided to come join the party with Angh and…holy hell. Coming from the way he pressed and rubbed, slid and stroked over my g-spot was enough to have me speaking in tongues. And I had an NPU that translated it all.

A bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip and Angh’s thumb slid over it, captured it. I crooked my finger and he lifted his hand, held the glistening tip up. Leaning forward, I licked it off, the salty tang of it bursting on my tongue, sucking the tip into my mouth. My mouth watered, remembering the feel of his cock there instead, thick and hard as it went deep, opening my throat.

I took his wrist, held him by the mating cuff and pulled his thumb free. I stepped close. “Undress me.”

This command he didn’t have to be told twice. I was naked and directly before him in seconds. While the air wasn’t cold—in fact, it was warm and dry, reminding me of Arizona or spring in Las Vegas—my nipples hardened.

I’d waited long enough. While Angh had taken me against the wall in the brig on Zioria, it had been quick, hard and wild. His beast had been as much in control as Angh had. I’d loved it. Every hot second of it. That had been elemental and almost desperate. His beast had needed to fuck me, to soothe it and end the fever. Angh had needed to bury himself in me, to spend his seed in me to know that he’d marked me as his. That I was truly claimed.

Now, I was his. The cuffs about our wrists proved it. His beast didn’t need reassurance. Angh didn’t need to prove to the universe that I belonged to him. It was just us now. Kira and Angh. Lovers. Mates. We could fuck any way we wanted. Fast. Slow. Hard. Gentle. Wild.

So while Angh had reassured himself and his beast that I was his, now I would take him. It was my turn to have my way with him, to know he belonged to me, that his huge beast cock was mine to use as I saw fit.

And I wanted it to fit deep in my wet pussy. Now.

“It’s time for your test, Warlord.”

When I put one knee on the bed beside his hip, he moved his hand away from the base of his cock. When I settled my other knee and I was straddling him, he held his breath. When I hovered over him, the tip of his cock nudging my entrance, I met his gaze. Held it.

And when I lowered myself down, took him into me, deeper and deeper still, we groaned. I had to shimmy my hips to get him to fit, but I was ready for him. I’d been ready since the brig.

It took some time, but I finally sat upon his lap, the backs of my thighs against his. The short hairs tickled my skin, but it was how deep he was, the way he filled me that had me catching my breath.

I watched as his jaw clenched, sweat beaded on his brow. His hands gripped the bedding by his hips, most likely with an effort not to touch me, to take over.

I lifted up, then dropped back down. Again. Then again.

My hands went to his shoulders and I held on as my need took over. I couldn’t go slow any longer. It was impossible with the way I felt. I was chasing my orgasm each time I settled on him, ground my hips and my clit against him. The wet sounds of fucking filled the room. Our breaths mingled. I pushed him and he fell back onto his elbows, propped up and watching. I had room to move now, to ride him like a dang cowgirl.

I closed my eyes, cupped my breasts and rode him.

“Angh! Yes, god yes. I’m going to come. Your cock, god it’s…oh my—”

My mind went blank the more I rode him, the faster he stroked every perfect place inside me.

“Touch me,” I commanded and a second later, my hands were pushed away from my breasts as his big hand touched them both. A finger brushed over my clit and my eyes flew open.

I looked at him as I came. As I screamed my pleasure. As I milked the cum from his balls. He groaned, stiffened and I felt the thick spurts as he filled me up.

When I finally caught my breath, I told him, “You passed.”

He took my hand, tugged me down on top of him for a kiss, then rolled us so he was looming over me, his cock still buried deep. He grinned, stroked my cheek.

“The test isn’t over yet, mate.”