I let loose a stunned gasp as he stood up from the bed. My eyes strayed from his to look at the constriction in his pants, which couldn’t be pleasant. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I saw the size it was. That length and girth would surely split me in two.
I wanted it. I wanted him. I might not forgive him or forget what he had done…but I could enjoy every inch of him.
“I would like you to join me for dinner tonight, Daphne,” he said, and he was attempting to recover his breath, too. “There are numerous dresses in the closet here. You are welcome to any of them. I had my staff prepare them while we were en route.”
I gulped deeply, pushing myself up to one elbow, and nodded. “Where do I meet you?”
“Delicha will come get you. We have something serious to discuss.”
As my breath calmed, so did the blur in my brain. My emotions were raging. How could he stop us? The electricity between us was so pure and clear! What was this serious business to discuss? How could he have such restraint? Why was he again telling me what to wear? How could he stop us?
“Thank you. I will see you later.”
Then he walked out the door.
I collapsed to the bed and pounded my fists at my side into the soft covers. Dinner? After that kissing? Just dinner?
I took my measured three breaths and sat up. What was wrong with me? How could I let him touch me and kiss me like that, after he had captured me?
Delicha was right, of course. He had saved my life, too. That was something…
And, that electricity…that spark between us. There was no denying that when we touched, it was as if fireworks were rocketing over an ocean sunset.
I sighed and walked to the closet. The dresses inside were lovely. I would pick one out that was red and white. As opposite from the black and blue colors of his kingdom as I could get. He wouldn’t give me what I want, fine. I would make him work for it.
I slipped into the dress and admired myself. I would make sure he admired me, too.
Seven
Rhone
They had landed their spaceships in a remote part of the Bordash region on Farian. Rhone didn’t want Kajo to know that he had returned to the planet. It was just three days until the Day of Joy, when the Civil War had been declared at an end, and the Curan had taken back the ruling elite from the Bordash. Rhone’s plans were well in motion, but there was still much to do. Most of the Bordash who felt contempt for Kajo, the Curan, and the current state of affairs, had moved to this remote area. Luckily, as the high-tech savvy species on Farian, they were able to build their army, their weaponry, and their plots in secrecy. Fyland had been a beneficial tool; mainly, because he had been all too willing to prove to Rhone just how in-the-dark Kajo was. The King had no idea about the overthrow that was on its way.
Rhone walked off his ship, stretching and regaining his landlegs. There was always a small adjustment period after stepping out of space. Being anchored to the floor with magnetic boots, then floating at will through the hallways in Zero-G, made a much more interesting flight experience, and was easier on the tech of the ships.
Siteer followed his leader off the ship and readjusted his daggers at his waist. “Three days, boss. What’s the plan now?”
“Has everyone gathered here?”
“Yes, the last group arrived yesterday. They are all waiting to hear from you. I told them you would likely want to eat, get some sleep, see your woman, and then we can have a meeting tonight with all the leaders.”
“That sounds fine.”
“What kind of battle are you expecting on the Day of Joy?”
“Not much of one...they can’t possibly know we are coming their way. Kajo may have won the war, but he hasn’t won the hearts of the people, yet. All the Bordash present at his ceremonies will turn and fight with us. I know it.”
“And what about the Bordash who don’t side with us?”
Rhone’s black eyes darkened, and he clenched his fists. He lifted a rock off the ground, telekinetically, and smashed it into a nearby rock wall.
“We will deal with them as they should be dealt with: they can serve the same sentence as their chosen Curan brethren…”
“Death or imprisonment?”
“Yes.” Rhone put his hands on his hips and nodded. “And we don’t have that big of prisons…”
Siteer smirked and the two Bordash leaders sauntered down the spaceship’s landing platform to board a hovercraft to take into the nearby Bordash town. People either quailed away from them as they flew down the streets, or ran behind the hovercraft a few steps, pumping their fists in the air, yelling encouragement and excitement for the upcoming battle.
Soldiers lined the pathway to Rhone’s home as they turned up the drive. They saluted, left hands beside their cheeks, parallel to their face, then lifted their left arm straight into the air. Rhone responded with the same, standing up in the hovercraft as Siteer piloted.
They could have teleported home, but then they would have missed the fabulous welcome, Rhone thought. He couldn’t wait to hear his name shouted from the rooftops. To have that circle of gold on his head. To claim any woman he wanted—even that Earthling—as his own.
His current girlfriend skipped out the house and into his arms as he exited the hovercraft. She was just what he needed. He was, after all, distracted by dreams of conquest.
She held onto his arm as they entered the house. He could feel her need, too. Her other hand roamed across his back, kneading
