The Siren's Call (Fantasy, Science Fiction, Romance) (FORCED TO SERVE) (37 page)

“Dorian, you’ve raised the standard so high for what I think is good that no other male could possibly hope to compare,” Gwen said sincerely. “Chiang is like that boy I kissed during a wrestling match in high school. He’s a sweet memory and not something I’d ever want to repeat. Probably works that way for Sarinnea with two thousand years of males under her jeweled Rylen belt. Don’t you have females you remember from the days before you mated?”

“No—not really. I hardly even remember my first two mates. They were highly satisfying at the time, but evidently also highly forgettable in sexual prowess. However, I remember the first time I kissed you like it was yesterday. I still get that same level of relief every time I repeat the action,” Dorian confessed.

Gwen closed her eyes and groaned. “Me too.”

Dorian rolled over on her with a laugh, sliding between her uniform covered thighs to tuck himself against her. “Will we ever fight so fiercely again? Or will your thighs open freely for me from now on?”

Gwen snorted, brought her ankles up and bracketed her legs beside his hips. She rolled him over and ended up astride him, looking down into his deep blue eyes. Her thighs probably would always want to part freely for the male beneath her, but she knew her mind and heart might lead her in other directions at times. He was just worth the struggle.

“Kissing you isn’t the only thing I remember from our first time. I remember you lasting about three seconds when I had my way with you,” Gwen declared.

“I believe I would last a little longer now,” Dorian protested.

“Okay. Let’s see,” Gwen said, popping the fastener on his pants.

She slid down his legs until her knees hit the floor, making him hiss at her hands running over him.

“We don’t have time. I have to go to the bridge,” Dorian said, his voice breaking with anticipation.

“Yeah, I have to go find my father, so give me something wicked to think about until you can do this to me,” Gwen said, wrenching clothing out of the way to get to what she wanted. “You promised to show me your tongue next time.”

“When you admit you don’t care, I will show you my tongue. But I want to do something wicked to you now,” Dorian said honestly, drawing in a breath as her mouth closed over him. “Sweet Joy—that’s got to be the most amazing talent you possess.”

Gwen laughed at his declaration, her mouth moving slowly and thoroughly. She could feel the vibration already growing within him, grateful to have learned to time her responses to his.

When his vibration had reached its peak, Gwen hummed and wrapped her tongue tightly around him, holding him within her mouth as a he throbbed in completion. His groan of surrender sounded like an Earth coyote howling at the moon. It made her laugh. Then Dorian’s vibrations washed over her, bringing the pleasure and compassion she always got from their bonding, no matter how gentle or how fierce the lust.

“Sweet Joy. You could give pleasuring lessons to all females,” Dorian said sincerely, the sexual relief Gwen brought him always a bit of surprise.

Gwen eased her mouth off, kissed him sweetly, and then laid her head on one hard masculine thigh. “Too bad you have to go to work.”

“I’d offer to trade you duties, but I don’t want to kill your male parent,” Dorian said. “If he says one more derogatory thing about you, his life will be forfeited. And if he tries to attack you again, not even the Creators could blame me.”

Gwen crawled up her mate’s long body to let him wrap her in his arms. She felt him sigh in contentment, marveling once again that she’d ended up bound to Dorian Zade.

“You don’t have to avenge my virtue, Zade. I mean—Dorian. Sorry. Habit when we’re talking about fighting,” Gwen explained on a sigh, turning her face into his throat. The intimate action made her feel comforted and aroused at the same time. Until him, there had never been a male who could do both simultaneously.

They lay together silently for several minutes. Then the intercom came on, first calling for Gwen, and then moments after, calling for Dorian.

Dorian sighed and sat up, swinging Gwen across his lap. He hugged her close, held her tightly. “I like knowing that whenever I have finished my tasks I will be coming back to where you will be once you have finished yours. I am only for you Gwen Jet, only for you.”

“I love you too,” Gwen said. “Now let go of me so I can go be commander and try to get my annoying father to leave.”

Dorian helped her leave his lap and stand, sighing that he had to let go. But she would return to him. He had to trust that she would always return to him.

“Yes. I will always return to you,” Gwen said sincerely, checking her clothing to make sure everything was fastened. Sometimes when she was with him clothing came undone without her knowing.

“Reading my mind?” Dorian asked, standing and fastening his pants, grinning at his mate’s sigh as she watched and frowned.

“You think very loudly sometimes. And the longer we’re together, the more clearly I see. Sometimes it’s just images, but just now I saw the whole thought,” Gwen said. “You boosted my intuition when we mated.”

“Well, it’s not like I got to choose what to give you. The Creators read my concerns and gave you what it would take to make me not worry so much,” Dorian explained.

“Strength and intuition,” Gwen said, shaking her head. “Someday you’ll have to tell me what you were so worried about.”

Dorian shrugged, walked to the door, and held it open for her, trying not to get aroused again when she wrapped a weapon holster around one thigh. His body hardened when she chose a weapon from the utility belt hung under the intercom and slid it into the holster.

“The strength was because I didn’t want to hurt you during bonding,” Dorian said flatly.

Gwen gave him a disbelieving look. “Did you give your other mates strength?”

“Not that I recall, but then I was always very careful with them. You often don’t let me keep that level of control over myself,” Dorian admitted.

“Indeed. That is a profound truth,” Gwen said on a laugh, patting the weapon on her leg once more. She wanted to make sure her father saw she was armed and ready for anything. It might forestall one of his crazy attacks on her.

“Gwen? Thank you for answering the Siren’s call. I would have hated to have had to bind you to me unwillingly,” Dorian said sincerely.

Gwen rolled her eyes. “Like that would have worked.”

“Oh, I would have made sure it worked,” Dorian said firmly, following her out of their quarters.

“See you after shift, Zade,” Gwen said with a grin, walking away

Dorian watched her hips swinging as she headed down the hall. “Stun Cahir if he attacks you. That will teach him a valuable life lesson about his warrior daughter.”

As he turned smiling toward the bridge, Gwen’s delighted laughter followed him.

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Excerpt from “The Healer’s Kiss”

Chiang walked into the Liberator’s main conference room, saw Boca sitting beside Ania, and went to sit in the vacant seat beside her. Glancing around the room, he didn’t see the captain. Perhaps he could get to the bottom of his greater concerns before the meeting began.

“Where were you last night? And how did you manage to stay one step ahead of where the computer said you were?” he demanded, leaning sideways to whisper his question. “I tried to find you to apologize.”

“No apology is needed. Nor have I requested one,” Boca said, staring straight ahead across the table.

“That does not change the fact that I behaved poorly. I interrupted your training, perhaps embarrassed you. Boca, will you at least look at me while I’m groveling?” Chiang ordered, his voice rising on the final complaint.

The room went silent in surprise at his raised voice, everyone’s gaze turning to them. Boca lifted her chin, trying not to be mortified by all the attention.

“Your emotional state is not my concern,” she declared, hissing the words. “Now be at peace and let me do the same.”

Chiang drew in a breath, swore in Greggor softly, as he turned sideways in his seat to face her more fully. Just as he was debating a full-out confrontation, the door opened to let in both Captain Synar and Malachi. The demon immediately came the empty seat on the other side of him, returning his frustrated glare with a only a respectful nod. It just irritated Chiang further that the demon was enjoying his conflict with the Sumerian female.

“This discussion is not over,” he warned, turning briefly to Boca again before facing forward to listen Synar.

“Good. No one had conflicts today I see, not that I would have allowed any to prevent this meeting,” Synar said, his tone full of sarcasm, but he didn’t care. “This discussion is long overdue, and implementing my requests will take some time. So here’s what I’ve been waiting over a week now to inform you. No one—and I mean no one—is leaving the Liberator on any mission again until new tracking measures have been put into place.”

“Captain? I detect some very strong emotion in that order. Are you angry with our performance?” Gwen asked.

“Angry? No, not angry. Just finally exercising my right to change some things and run the Liberator as I see fit.”

Synar pressed the com button firmly, looking at the group as he spoke.

“Audio recording requested. General access to data. Record and distribute to all participants in the room at this time. Use visual scanning to determine full list.”

“Recording on. Visual scan commencing,” the computer responded.

Synar stood so he could walk around the table.

“After having three high ranking crew members and a guest on the Liberator captured under my nose, I’ve decided changes are required. Up to now, I haven’t been much more than just the person who sets our course and arranges missions,” he said. “You are hereby put on notice that going forward I plan to be the person who makes the rules.”

“Again I ask, with all due respect Captain Synar, what the hell has got your shorts so twisted concerning us?” Gwen demanded.

“Good question, Commander. For starters, I’m tired of my crew getting abducted,” Synar said. “We lost a crew member on Lotharius during the last mission there, which will not happen again if I can prevent it. In fact, we’ve spent more time recovering our own crew than abducted officials for several missions now.”

He turned his full attention to Ania. “Peace Keeper Looren, I let you talk me into going with Commander Jet on the Terris Rein mission without Malachi, convincing myself your Khalsa training would protect you, which it might have had you not been rendered and kept unconscious. My instincts were screaming at the time that it was a mistake, but did I honor my intuition? No I did not. I think we both know why.”

“I did not foresee my abduction either,” Ania said, trying not sound defensive. She still did not fully understand how she had been caught so totally off-guard.

“My point exactly—neither of us did. Dorian was unavailable. Gwen’s intuition was still not fully developed. From now on, Malachi will always accompany you, either in your body or as mist. Is that clear, Peace Keeper Looren? This is your captain speaking, not your mate,” Synar said for clarification.

“Aye—your commands are clear,” Ania conceded, mostly ignoring Liam’s attempt to use his authority. But she could see her ‘captain’ was as determined as her mate to have his way with her. “Keep in mind that my capture was because they wanted the demon, not me. Malachi’s presence may or may not have made a difference in that particular case.”

“He will accompany you on all future missions,” Synar repeated slowly and carefully. “This decision is not open for debate.”

Ania lifted a hand in surrender when she saw fighting would gain nothing.

Synar nodded at her gesture. “Good. Now for the next issue.”

He paced down the table and away from the female who was always distracting to him.

“Having crew members abducted is bad enough, but not being able to locate a captured crew member is unacceptable regardless of technology. Boca Ador served as a senior medic at a facility that placed Sumerian agents in covert places. She and I have consulted about some alternatives that would make crew members traceable with a handheld device at planet ground level even when ID scanners on ships cannot find you. I’ll let her explain how it works.”