Kiljorn Commander (17 page)

“I need to give myself an hour to re-charge. Then I can continue questioning him. I will see what I can find. But this male, he is low on the totem pole. He knows it too. Just like those coming on the Purist ship, they know they are expendable. They do not expect to live to see tomorrow. So make sure you are aggressive.”

“Let me know if you discover anything else.” He watched as StrykER walked out of the command center. He had thirty minutes before they reached the wormhole. He wanted to check once more on his mate and let her know what was going on.

*****

Lizzie sat in a chair beside DugER’s bed in the medic wing. She begged them to let her sit by his side. They told her he would not know she was there and would be unconscious for about a week. But she wanted to be here for him. It was the least she could do. He was shot because of her and LoEK gave his life to protect her.

“So, do you have a girl back on Kiljor? I’m sure you do. You are big, strong, and brave. I bet you even put the lid to the toilet back down when you are done. Let’s not forgot how hot you are.” A growling sound from behind her made her jump in her chair. She looked behind her to a glaring TylOR.

“Why are you flirting with another male?” TylOR growled at her.

“Please, he’s comatose. Just trying to talk to him to let him know he is not alone. Are you jealous?”

He bent down and lifted her in his arms. “Yes.” He carried her back to her bed and laid her down. He sat down next to her and caressed her face.

“What’s happening?”

“The Purists are planning to collapse the wormhole.”

“How? When?”

“StrykER discovered the Purist leader is going to send a ship into the wormhole set up for self-destruct. We believe it will happen soon. The bombing on the Colony was a distraction.”

“When will we arrive at the wormhole?”

“In twenty minutes.”

There was a pause as Lizzie tried to think of what to say. It sounded like a battle was about to happen. She has been through one of those already when the Morins attacked.

“Are you okay?”

“I just wanted to hold you for a little bit,” he said with a husky voice.

Lizzie didn’t question him. She climbed up into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you.”

“Goddess knows I love you too, baby.” He lowered his head to breathe in her sweet scent. A peace settled over him and calmed him. His mind cleared and he could breathe again. “I almost lost you once today. I am not going to let anyone or anything take you from me.”

“Don’t worry about me. I am fine here and the security guards are not going to let anyone in here to hurt me. You concentrate on doing your job and keeping us safe. I’ll be here waiting for you to come back and make love to me.”

He growled and took her lips in a deep searing kiss. Their tongues dueled with desperation and desire. He cupped the back of her head to hold her right where he wanted. By the time he ended the kiss they were both breathing heavy with heat in their eyes.

“Do not leave the medic wing.”

“I won’t. Go kick some Purist ass.”

He chuckled as he moved her off his lap and stood. “I will kill their asses.”

Lizzie smiled when he said it wrong. God, she loved him. He went to the door of the medic wing, turning back once more to wink at her. Then he was gone. She prayed to God to bring him back to her.

*****

Right before he reached command center the lights began flashing. He ran the rest of the way. “Report!”

“Sir, Prime Commander ConEL reported they have detected an unknown ship twenty miles from the wormhole. We are due to intercept in less than two minutes.”

“Get pilots ready to go for the warships!”

“Yes, sir.”

TylOR watched on the viewing screen as they approached closer to the wormhole. He could see a transport ship making its way. Just ahead of them was the Colonial transport. “Get me Commander AshOR!”

“Ready, sir.”

“Commander, I am a little busy here.” AshOR’s image came up on the viewing screen.

“Get through the wormhole now! Do not engage with the approaching transport.”

“But I could stop them.”

“No, me and Prime Commander ConEL will stop them. You get through that wormhole and…don’t get yourself killed.”

AshOR nodded his understanding. “Good luck.”

“You too.” The transmission ended. He turned to his second in command. “As soon as we are in range send out the warships. Let us see if we can damage the ship and stop it in its tracks.”

“Yes, Commander.” A minute later TenON gave the order. “Launch all warships!”

The Purist transport launched their own warships but they didn’t slow down. They kept their course straight for the wormhole. AshOR’s ship just passed Prime Commander ConEL’s ship. ConEL was trying to maneuver his ship to place it in between the Purist and the wormhole.

Kitana
! “Get Prime Commander ConEL’s ship some coverage! The Purists are sending warships to slow down the Katieran transport.”

Suddenly their ship shook. The Purists fired on them. “Return fire!” TylOR ordered. Part of him itched to get into a warship and go out to fight. He would too if it came down to it. However, he was needed here, giving out orders for others to follow. Their lives depended on him doing his job.

TylOR walked closer to the viewing screen. “What is that?” He pointed at a barely visible dot moving behind AshOR’s ship.”

“It has a low heat signature. Looks to be a warship. They cannot expect one warship to be a match for a Colonial or Katieran transport,” Second Commander TenON said.

“They are not going after the transport, the warship is the bomb. Get that warship at all costs before it gets to the wormhole!”

There was a huge explosion and the viewing screen blinked then came back on. It took a few seconds for images to reappear. Smoke and debris cleared. Was it too late? Did AshOR make it through the wormhole?

“We have visual! The wormhole is intact and the Purist warship is destroyed.”

“What about the Purist transport?”

“It is fleeing. Should we pursue?”

“We have to help protect the wormhole. There could be more Purist ships. Have some of our warships follow but not to engage, then have them report back where they went to.”

“Yes, sir.”

*****

It was hours ago that TylOR went to prepare for battle. Lizzie was going a little stir crazy inside the medic wing. Then the injured starting coming in. She realized she was just taking up bed space. She requested the security guards take her back to her and TylOR’s sleeping quarters. They didn’t like it but they asked TylOR via comm link and he gave his approval.

She opened the door to their sleeping quarters and was relieved that someone had cleaned up all the blood. She wasn’t squeamish but she didn’t want the reminder that someone else almost died to protect her. She carried the guilt of LoEK’s death with her. Tears spilled down her cheek. She brushed them away quickly.

“Could you wait in the corridor?” she asked one of the guards.

“We are supposed to keep you within view at all times.”

“But I am going to take a shower. Surely Commander TylOR would not want you watching his mate take a shower.” She watched at the males blushed.

“You can close the bathing room door. But two of us will remain in the main living space while the rest guard from outside in the hallway,” the lead guard said.

She sighed. It was the best she was going to get. “Okay. Let me grab a change of clothing.” She was looking forward to taking a shower. It would refresh her physically and mentally.

She didn’t lock the door because no one was going sneak a peak of her naked and risk setting TylOR off into another killing rage. She saw the blood but did not see what was inside the shuttle, but she overhead the security guards talking about it.

She shivered thinking about how strong a man must be to literally yank another man’s head and arms off. He was tearing the guy limb from limb. Gruesome. She didn’t like to think of TylOR as violent, but she supposed everyone had that ability if pushed far enough over the edge. His belief the Purist rebel had killed her was a giant shove. He loved her so much he decapitated the enemy. Romantic if not a little creepy.

She closed her eyes and stepped into the warm stream of water letting it run down her body. A cool breeze hit her back. She looked over her shoulder and found TylOR standing there watching her. He had taken off his clothes and he was hard for her.

“You are so beautiful.”

“So are you.” She gave him a sexy smile. “Planning to join me or are you going to stand there all day?”

TylOR walked into the large shower stall and pulled her warm wet body against his. He was immediately calmed just by touching her. This was home to him. She was home to him.

TylOR ran his large hands over her wet body enjoying the feel of her. He wanted to take his time but the need to be inside of her rode him hard. The thought that things could have turned out for the worst made him realize how precious life was and how he did not want to waist a single moment of it.

He reached down and stroked her pussy lips finding them moist and ready. “Are you ready for me? I do not think I can wait much longer. I need you.”

Hearing those words from him made her womb clench with need. “I’m ready, baby.”

He lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She loved that he was so strong he lifted her without any problems. Then all thoughts escaped her as he lowered her down onto his hard cock.

They both moaned at the fullness of him inside of her. TylOR took her lips again as he raised her up and then pulled her back down on him over and over. His thrusts became harder and deeper hitting her G-spot within in.

“TylOR!” Lizzie tried to hold back her orgasm but he felt too good and she had missed him.

“Release for me, sweetness,” TylOR growled, clutching her to him tighter.

“Yes!” Lizzie screamed out as her inner walls squeezed and spasmed. A few seconds later TylOR roared with his own release.

TylOR kept hold of her as he turned off the water. “Come, baby, I want you again.” He carried her out of the shower stall and toward their bed.

******

Hours later, TylOR kept her cradled in his arms. He had never been more joyful than simply holding her. When he had thought she was taken from him, he was devastated. It was like he was dying on the inside too. But holding her now, safe and sound and content, he could finally release his pent up worries.

“What happened?” Lizzie asked softly. She enjoyed his hands stroking her back. Up and down, back and forth it was very soothing.

“We intercepted a warship that was headed to the wormhole. The Purist transport escaped.”

“AshOR? Is he okay?” She knew TylOR worried about his younger brother. They annoyed each other like crazy, but siblings do that. They push each other’s buttons.

“Yeah, he went through the wormhole. I hate that he is on his own on that side.”

“He’ll report back in a couple of months, right?”

“Yes, I just don’t like it.”

“Are we heading back to Kiljor?”

“No, we’ll remain here a couple of weeks to assist Prime Commander ConEL in protecting the wormhole. The transport from Earth should be here by then. Then we’ll escort them to Katiera. After that we can travel back to Kiljor.” He looked down at her frowning.

“What?” She didn’t like that frown.

“I did not ask you where you preferred to live. You have a place on Katiera but your friend is on the Colonial Planet. Where would you want to live?”

“With you on Kiljor. It feels more like home to me than anywhere else. However, I want to visit Lola as much as possible.”

His face lit up with pleasure that she wanted to be with him on Kiljor. “Of course. We will visit your friends as much as you like. I have my sister and her family there as well that I would like to spend more time with.” He leaned down and kissed her gently.

There was a moment of silence before either of them spoke again. “Do you think the Purists will give up?”

“Not likely. They were almost successful. They will either try again, or come up with something equally bad.

“Geez, I can’t wait.”

Epilogue

“Leader OrIN, the warship was destroyed by Kiljorns and Katierans before it reached the wormhole.”

OrIN glared at the lieutenant. “First, I am Prime Leader OrIN. You will address me as such now and in the future. Second, where in Kitana did my transport go? They had instructions to enter the wormhole and self-destruct.”

“Perhaps the crew did not want to willingly die this day,” Commander MarIK said, easing back in his chair.

OrIN glared at MarIK. “Perhaps next time I will insist that you lead the mission.”

MarIK shrugged just shy of being disrespectful. OrIN was an asshole of the highest caliber. He made enemies everywhere he went. MarIK had known him a long time and was constantly helping OrIN get out of one bad situation after another. This newest cause was going to get them all killed. Going up against the Primes like OrIN was doing was not going to end well for any of them.

OrIN began pacing back and forth. After a few minutes he stopped and smiled. “I hate that this plan failed, but at least we have a backup plan. One that they will never see coming.”

*****

AshOR stood on the command center looking out into the vast space. Where in Kitana were the Morins hiding? And how was it that when they are spotted with radar, they simply disappear?

“Commander, we have a digital message for you from Commander TylOR.” The lieutenant handed AshOR the digital tablet.

He typed in his own code and the message popped up. “Do not get killed or I will be angry.” AshOR snorted. His brother was a man of few words. But he smiled with warmth that TylOR would send it. Then a glint entered his eyes as he hit reply.

“As the Earthlings say, don’t get your panties in a twist. I will be back within a few months.” He hit send with a big smile on his face.

*****

Morin Leader Krosis walked across the scarred surface of the planet they had been using for the last few months. They had managed to outrun the Colonial transport that was chasing them down. His crew needed a break from being onboard. Fights broke out among the crewmembers and there were severe casualties.