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Category:
Science Fiction
Publisher: KDP
ISBN-10: B0DRB63PS7
Type: Fiction
Pages: 528
Copyright: Dec 23, 2024
ISBN-13: 9798865681779
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
An intergalactic love affair which will have you lifting brows and breathing heavily.
A hyper-sensual male, a lovely, fragile half-human needing protection and a nurturing hand square off in a hostile, forbidden love affair that heats up like a star about to nova.
The most powerful Commander in the Gaian Fleet, The Warrior Prince is what his people call him.
M’Kal Du’lac is in line to take the highest position in the Land…the Regency itself.
The male has no interest in politics or his bloodlines. He is content with his ship, the Galleon. Always has been until, she transferred on board.
Galea S’Lar, Science Officer, Battle Cruiser Galleon. Daughter of a revered, honored Pro Council Member who won his fame in the bloodied battles of De’Kesh, years ago.
G’ard S’lar first crossed the Dead Zone, chancing Inter-Galactic war in search of adventure and wealth in the newly forming United Planets restricted Space. He found a beautiful human with who he mated producing the half-breed child, Galea.
Gaian’s value bloodlines above all else which put Galea in a very precarious position all her life but her superior intellect and human beauty caught the attention of…M’Kal Du’lac.
There can be no future for a half-breed and the next Regent of Gaian.
Such a union would be disastrous for the Commander. Why then, does his blood burn for only…Galea S’lar.
Excerpt
M’KAL’S QUARTERS...GIAIAN WARSHIP GALLEON
“...Is it over?” The sultry voice broke the being’s reverie. M’Kal pulled himself back from a goodly distance off, his thoughts varied and concise.
“...You said?” He questioned the female, not having heard the statement.
“I watched you this morning. You constantly seek her out.” It was not an accusation, simply a statement. “Does she still hold your interest? That is illogical. I am more beautiful.”
There was no immodesty involved. “Do I not please you, Lord? You have but to tell me. I will do better. She is not good for you...or your career.”
M’Kal did not pretend to misunderstand. He had been wondering how to broach the subject. “You are indeed, beautiful, A’Laia.” It was conceded, as he touched her face gently. “No. You please me. It is not that.”
He lied to lessen the moment.
She closed her eyes, intelligent enough to realize the implication of the statement. “..I cannot believe you prefer her.” She scowled her puzzlement.
“...There is an opening for a First Lieutenant on the Nebula Star.” M’Kal put it as delicately as he knew how.
“Well.” A’Laia looked about the dimly lit room aimlessly. “At least I have a promotion.”
“...I am sorry.” He was polite.
“She will not consider you again.” She was in pain, wishing to inflict a little of her own. “I have heard her telling the others. She no longer trusts you. You waste your time, Commander.”
M’Kal was of the same opinion more and more these days, were truth told. He could never be less than what he was, however. “You underestimate me, Lieutenant.”
“Or perhaps, in this instance, you underestimate the depth of pain you inflicted on the hybrid.” The female straightened, preparing to take her leave.
She had only a few articles here. She would collect them at a more opportune time. “At least you did not flaunt your new mistress before me at the Embassy Ball, with my own Sire in attendance. I suppose I should be thankful.”
M’Kal’s head swirled about, his expression unguarded for once. “The Pro-Council Member was present that night?”
A’Laia smiled slowly. “You did not know? Yes, he was the one who whisked the Centurion away so efficiently after he had called her your whore...among other less...delicate things.”
“You LIE!” M’Kal’s temper flared incandescently.
“Ask her. Ask anyone.” A’Laia shrugged. “Really, Commander, did she deserve less than the rest of us? When, supposedly, you intimate...she is the one who pleased you the most?”
M’Kal bit his lip anxiously, unaware he showed his displeasure. He had not known. Damn it to hell! How could he have known her Sire was present?
Whore? G’ard S’lar had called his own daughter..that?
Shit! Fuck! This was wonderful! This was simply...
He stared transfixed, his mind in turmoil.
“I do not understand the attraction. Is it the alien flesh?” The female still droned on. “I do not dislike her.” She sighed the fact. “I even concede she is..pretty, in her own fashion and not stupid at all. I have formed my own opinions. I, for one, Commander, have high hopes that she will tell you to leave her to her peace. Because, you see My Lord..in reality it is YOU, who...” She stared at him steadily. “Are not good for HER.”
The room fell silent for a long beat. M’Kal was glad when finally, she left with but one parting shot. “That is only my humble opinion, of course.”
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The being wasted no time in summoning Galea S’lar to his quarters.
M’Kal paced restlessly the entire time, going over what he would say in his mind. Going over all that had been revealed to him.
He did not wait for her to announce her arrival but met her at the portal of his domain, motioning Galea to... “Come.”
“You have not changed your mind, Commander?” She asked her fear upon turning about, once inside.
“Sit...” He stated bluntly then remembered, amending his tone. “I mean...if you will, Centurion.”
Galea stared at him, blinking her surprise.
He motioned her to a seat. She sat nervously. “Commander, I assure you, that I have no intention of dishonoring..”
“This concerns my actions, Centurion, not yours.” he sat across from her, his tone grim as was his features.
Galea was totally lost, her expression saying as much.
“My First reminded me of this yesterday.” He would start small, hoping to lead into what had to be said.
Galea looked at the disk he held in his hand.
“Oh.” She nodded formally now, finally understanding. “Yes. I...I have applied to the Science Academy and, as you see...they have accepted me.”
Of course, she now realized that her actions had been before she had transferred to the Nebula Star.
“My father suggested that perhaps a change in vocation might be beneficial to my continued...well-being. He...” She managed a slight smile. “Did not put it quite that way, but the jest is there.”
M’Kal could not return her mood. “You were unhappy aboard the ‘Star’?”
“No, Lord.” She lied hesitantly. “Of course not. The truth of the matter is...well, being a...what I am. Although the crew accepted me on the whole, for which I am grateful.”
She was quick to offer another lie. “I cannot always be stationed on the Galleon, as you are aware. Where I was...I felt a part of...” She trailed away. “Suffice to say, I believe a less visible choice in my life would be more to my liking.”
“I do not know how to say what must be said.” He told the truth, having thought and thought on the matter. “So, I shall simply...begin.”
He spread his hands expressively. It was more difficult than he had imagined it would be, sitting here, looking into the blue eyes so patiently awaiting his words.
“I do not apologize.” He lifted cool eyes. “You know this.”
She nodded, a little perplexed, clearly. “Yes, Lord...that fact is indisputable.”
“But...” He arose, running a restless hand through his dark hair. He paced absently. “Damn you, Galea! I did NOT know your Sire was present the night of the...we...parted. MY WORD!”
The female stiffened at the turn of the conversation, totally thrown. “C-Commande..”
“NO...hear me out! It must be said!” He insisted strongly.
She arose, shaking her head. “That time is past. I do not wish to..”
“She was a mistake, Galea.” He grated. “Have you never erred? I knew it the minute I met your eyes across that fucking room. I just did not know how to...” He lost conviction. “There were reasons! They..they do not seem important now. I wanted you to know, that is all. I wanted the words said between us. I should have come to you...faced you. Explained my actions.”
“Your actions were self-explanatory, Lord. You tired of me and wished another in your..”
“That is not how it was!” He promised.
“Why? Because you tire of your present...partner?”
“I deserve that but...do not say more.” He warned, his eyes flashing his growing anger.
“Why are you doing this. At this, of all times. We have more important matters with which to..”
“There is no more important matter.” He raised his voice effectively.
Galea strived for a measure of decorum. “Can we not at least part friends or...if not frien”
“I do not wish to be your ‘friend’” he disgusted the word, stepping threateningly. “You know fucking well what I ‘wish’ from you! Do not pretend you do not! I have made certain you understood my intentions.”
“...You hurt me!” She held her tears, shaking inside. “You have done so in the past, you are doing so now and will do so in the future if I allow it.” She closed her eyes to her lost pride but perhaps if she were truthful with him... “You have no right to do this!”
“It was never my intent to hurt you.”
“That does not help!” She stated sadly. “After this is done, you must sign the papers.” She motioned. “You must allow me to go from you. It means so little to you but so much to me. This must cease!”
M’Kal looked at her long and hard. “I wish to please you, Galea.” and he did. “But not by allowing you to run from your problems. Stay! Face them! Face..ME!”
He stepped again in his urgency to make her see reason. “We can find a solution...together!”
“NO!” She was adamant, retreating slightly from his closeness. “You made a fool of me once!” Her eyes flashed fire and he thought her never more beautiful suddenly. “Do you suppose I have any less pride than you?”
“You have MORE!” He snapped his waning patience. “Damn you! I have said...it was not like that! The reasons had nothing to do with S’rea Du’ Lac...or any supposed desire on my part for her. I used her as a means to anger you. She meant NOTHING to me!”
“But, you took her to your bed?” She asked, feigning confusion. “Even though, you did not desire her?”
“...I was drinking heavily that night, as you, yourself witnessed.” He recalled his state after their argument.
No matter how much he had drunk, however. No matter how many females he took to his bed. And there had been ever so many at first...afterwards.
In those days following Galea’s departure. It was the last thing he would admit at this point. Especially in her present mood.
“It was just the once.” Well...for THAT particular female. A partial truth was better than nothing.
“Oh, I see.” Galea stated calmly. “Then, of course, I forgive you.”
“By the Creator, you can be a veritable bitch!” He drew in a cleansing breath, determined to allow her a measure of her own back if it killed him.
They were talking again, he reminded himself. That had to mean something.
"And you Sir, are a veritable SON of a bitch!” She could not ever remember being more furious with him. She managed a seemingly calm exterior, her insides churning chaotically.
“You do not mind then,” she continued. “If I took L’Ar to MY bed since...it was just the once?”
“The first thing I had T’eon ascertain when you came back was whether or not you had spread your legs for another male.” M’Kal shifted his body absently. “There was no indication what-so-ever of any sexual activity on your part.”
He held her gaze masterfully. “How was it he put it...ohhh, yes. I recall. ‘She has not even played with herself’. He smiled slowly. “You deliberately try to anger me...why?”
“Then I will!” She vowed, flushing prettily for the vulgarity. “I will allow another male at me! I shall allow thousands! You hypocrite! The entire FLEET ‘knows’ you and I am not allowed even...”
“No.” He interrupted coldly. “You are NOT!”
“I will do as I please!” Her anger outweighed her common sense for once.
“I have no intention of signing the reassignment papers.” He stated succinctly.
She blinked her shock. “Then I will go over your head. I will ask the Council itself.”
“You mean you will ask your father.” He taunted. “Do you still require him to fight your battles, Centurion?”
She shifted her eyes guiltily. “What choice have you left me?”
“The correct one. Face your fears.”
“I do not fear you!” She bristled. It was the last thing a Giaian ever admitted.
“Liar.” he smiled slowly. “You fear what I am capable of making you feel.”
She could not hold his eyes to her shame. “I am not experienced as I could be perhaps in the way of things. That will not always be the case”
She lifted defiant eyes, the sweet mouth settling stubbornly. “You use that advantage against me! What does that make YOU, in which case?”
“Desperate.” He stated sardonically, stepping, his hand latching onto the small wrist.
Galea gasped her awe, shock filled eyes seeking the liquid brown creaminess of M’Kal’s steady gaze.
“Permission.” He stated indulgently, remembering the amenities as she so deemed he should, amused for the fact.
“NO!” She staunchly refused give her consent to be ‘touched’, pulling frantically at her captured wrist, chaffing the area red. “NO! HOW DARE...”
“Shut the fuck up.” He murmured soothingly, his free arm encircling her waist, pulling her up against his rock-hard torso.
He released her wrist, his fingers catching the small cheek line, holding firm. “Such an unclean...” His eyes raked the pout of the trembling mouth boldly. “Unhygienic practice!”
He lowered his head, his lips melting pruriently to hers. He groaned his pleasure, the contact at once both intensely erotic and undeniably stimulating in nature and the being knew instinctively, this is what he had been wanting all along, this is what had kept him awake nights now, ever since she had returned to him.
She did not need to know such things just at this exact moment in time, however.
“What the hell am I to do with you? You drive me insane.” He whispered directly into her parted mouth, his tongue flicking the tip of her more timid one leisurely.
Galea stifled a moan of anticipation, her body trembling from his touch already.
“By the Creator, I have missed the sounds you make.” He reaffirmed the fact, his lips catching hers in a crushing kiss that left the female weak and shaky in its path.
He pushed her up against a convenient bulkhead wall, his huge palms sliding up the velvet thighs, taking her uniform skirt upward in their path.
All the while, he refused release her lips, his mouth eager. Hungrily devouring her sweetness, his tongue exploring the inner warmness freely, greedily.
And to think, when first she wished to experience this primitive act...he had refused her access. What a fucking fool he had been!
Galea gasped her denial, her hands pushing on his insistently.
"Noooo! Stop!” She turned her head this way and that but he only persisted, catching the swollen pink mouth again and yet again.
His hands held her easily for his purpose.
He cupped a ripe young breast, squeezing repeatedly, his thumb seeking out the pert nipple he knew to be rosy pink and delicious.
He would make time later..to reacquaint himself with the taste. Right now, he had other priorities...
“I watched you bathe that first night.” In T’eons antiquated shower. The one that used water spray instead of the emollients of present-day facilities. ” I wished it had been my hands on your body.”
“...You what?” Galea was shocked . ”You did...what?”
M’Kal eased his fingers into the rim of her undergarment and smiled when she cried out for his audacity, trying once again to refuse him admittance to the sacred site.
Her hand grasped the thickness of his wrist but he shook it off, transferring his attention to her neckline, as he suckled her..marking her...in the more acceptable form of a Giaian kiss.
“P-Please! DON’T!” She pleaded to deaf ears, but he felt her body reacting to his expertise.
“You are wet, little krayvisit...deliciously so.” His breath was becoming more labored, he noted, as his blood heated. “Why do you refuse me entry to what you know is mine already?” He nuzzled her cheek lovingly.
His finger eased into the volcanic depths of the tiny cavern, stroking lovingly from time to time. He enjoyed the hesitant, gasping moans his action produced.
“Feel what you do to me, bitch.” He moved against her enticingly, allowing her to feel his ever-hardening bulge.
He squirmed into the valley he had created between her thighs, nudging forward and back in the ancient movements of lovemaking.
“I...ache.” He stressed his new-found pain aptly with a deep, guttural moan. “For your cunt!”
Galea’s senses were on fire, her mind confused, the center of her being heating to vivid life.
“Spread your thighs for me.” He whispered the taunt. His breath fresh and clean on her cheek. “Allow me fuck you! I will do it ever so good...my word. No...my fucking promise, krayvisit!”
He slid his middle finger out of the wet, succulent depths regretfully but he knew, something better awaited.
He fumbled with the opening of his uniform, cursing his inability to release his mammoth member as easily as he usually was able. But then, it was free and he held it for her to inspect.
“Do you remember, Starlight?...Is it to your liking?”
He placed the large bulb of the head to her opening, his eyes locked with hers.
“Will you give me what I need...or must I take it? There was times when you enjoyed that particular pastime, wasn’t there. Whatever it is you desire, Gali...that is what I desire as well.”
She seemed to hold her breath..her soul revealed to him.
M’Kal shoved hard into the tight opening awaiting his exploration. He gasped his relief, finally inside the molten hole.
He closed his eyes to the feel of the molten heat as he inched upward with his granite shaft. His breath caught in his throat as the emotions surged through his body and mind.
He moved tentatively several strokes, grunting his amazement. “Fuck! This feels...” He groaned brokenly, enjoying the process immensely. “By the Creator, Galea! I want you!” His throat closed as the feelings flooded his mind. “I want to fuck you so badly!”
“Y..You have no...” Galea fought for equilibrium. “Right!”
“I claim the right.” He growled, he increased his movements to a more hectic pace, enjoying the hell out of the female’s kitten-like gasps of distress and...surrender.
His ‘weapon’ still afforded her discomfort.
The fact made him feel more male, somehow and where before...he had moved slowly for the fact... building desire within the female, enjoying doing so...
This time...he did not!
“You belong to me." the male rasped his growing desire. "Give me what is rightfully mine to take.”
His tone altered to one of Supreme Ruler, suddenly. “NOW!” He commanded, fucking her roughly...heatedly...having grasped her hair, his mouth covering hers passionately.
Galea felt the white-hot intensity building inside her body...her mind shutting down completely as she released herself to the wondrous depths of emotions he could evoke within her.
M’kal sensed her climax close, his fluid finally granted its release, bursting forth with explosive intensity into the receptive little hole he ‘played’ within.
He gasped/grunted his gratitude, his own emotions allowed free reign for once, as he lost himself in the abyss of ecstasy he felt himself falling into.
His hands tightened on the curls of the blonde hair as he rode the incredible waves of erotic sensations afforded him by her body.
He came down slowly from a most pleasant journey, finding himself in a most precarious position.
A part of him amused by it...a greater part knowing there would be hell to pay for his lapse in judgement.
He eased out of the sensual depths slowly, reluctantly, releasing the female gently. He absently adjusted his clothing, his eyes never leaving the beautifully flushed features.
His hand stroked her cheek line in open affection. “I have missed you.” He stated lowly, huskily, still affected by her nearness. “I have wanted you from the first moment I saw you on that God-forsaken planet.” He smiled for her alone. “Fucking dirt and all.”
Galea’s eyes were like those of a frightened child and his hearts were touched.
He touched the fullness of her lips possessively, his eyes deepening to flame as his body reacted once again to such blatant stimuli.
He felt himself grow hard.
The intercom clipped to life. “Commander...Priority message. Incoming. Pro-Council Member E’Dar.”
M’Kal sighed wearily, his head lowering with his mood.
He lifted Galea a soft gaze. “...I have to take this, Beloved.” He knew for certain.
He caught her cheek line, kissing her opened mouth, his tongue moving languidly through her lips for a long, satisfying moment.
Galea moaned weakly, moving from his influence, finally.
M’Kal’s eyes moved restlessly about her features.
He pushed the intercom button, the dark eyes never leaving her face. “M’Kal here..on my way.” He advised absently.
Then he leaned...kissing her again, taking his time...the kiss holding a definite promise of passion.
It melted Galea’s insides.
He pulled away, his tone somber. “We shall continue this.”
She could only shake her head.
He fixed the collar of her uniform, his touch all too familiar. “We shall...” He reaffirmed the fact. “Continue this.”
He moved away, his look one of burning intensity.
He walked slowly to the door. He did not want to leave her. His manner, he hoped...told her as much.
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