Kiljorn Commander (6 page)

Being onboard the transport wasn’t as difficult as it used to be. Not like the first time. Coming to Katiera for the first time had been quite a shock. None of her travels to foreign and exotic locals on Earth had prepared her for it. It was all so thrilling.

When Doctor Katrina Morris, now Prima Medic Kat, had approached her and several other educators onboard about creating culture classes to help teach the Earth refugees about Katieran culture, she jumped at the chance to learn and share. That was why she became a professor to begin with. Plus, she loved having the summers free to travel and study different cultures.

The classes had been a big hit. They expanded it by developing reading material such as the Guidebook and video material to reach more people. She also continued to travel on the transports between Earth and Katiera. As she learned more about the Katieran culture, she would update the material.

After the Morin attack, she had taken some time off from the teaching assignments. If she was honest with herself, she suffered some kind of PTSD. She found it difficult to get back on a transport again. It took a while, and lots of therapy to work through her fears. She still had nightmares.

Then one day she decided she wasn’t going to let the Morins stop her from doing something that mattered to her. She changed her approach and used the transport teaching assignments as a form of therapy. She still felt anxiety before each and every teaching mission. It affected her sleeping and her eating habits. But it became a little easier each time. Though she wasn’t one hundred percent cured. It was still something she was working on. No one except Lola knew she occasionally went to the therapist to help when things got bad. However, it was only bad right before she went on a teaching assignment on the transports.

She waited as TylOR slid open the door to her quarters and waited for her to enter first. She was about to thank him and close the door but when she turned she found TylOR had filled the doorframe. The look he gave her made her pulse race.

“I want to stay here with you and finish where we left off. Unfortunately, I have to make sure my people are settled in and get debriefed from my second in command.” TylOR reached out to gently caress her cheek. “Share the Evening Meal with me.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” She tried to move back out of his reach but he surprised her by suddenly jerking her into his arms. “TylOR!”

His lips came down on hers in a claiming kiss. She had no defense against the emotions that erupted within her. His hands were on her backside pulling her up his body. She wrapped her shorter legs around his waist and felt his arousal pressing against her covered center. God she wanted him like no other man. No one made her go from zero to sixty like this. She felt the wall against her back. When had they moved?

“Say you will,” he murmured against her quivering lips.

“Wh…what?”

“Dine with me this evening.” He was ruthless, nibbling her chin, going down her neck. “Say, yes.” He pressed his lower half against her. He would use everything in his arsenal to get her to agree.

“Yes,” she moaned, pressing herself against him more. She didn’t know what she had said yes to but if it kept his lips on her, she would say yes over and over. She leaned up to kiss him again but his comm link went off.

TylOR growled with frustration. He kept hold of Elizabeth with one hand while he tapped his comm link to answer, “Commander TylOR here,” his voice was brisk and gruff. “I will be there in ten minutes.” He disconnected the communications and stared down with regret. He could see the cloud of desire fading from Elizabeth’s eyes. He knew he had to leave but he refused to let her go right away.

“I will be by to pick you up for Evening Meal at seven,” he told her. He kissed her lightly and lowered her to the floor, then moved toward the door.

“Wait.” Lizzie was getting some of her senses back but it was too late. He winked at her and then he was out the door. She was grateful for the wall holding her up. “What the hell just happened?” she spoke to the empty room.

*****

Ten minutes later TylOR stormed into the command center. He was furious for being interrupted and he was in desperate need of release. Elizabeth was driving him crazy.

“Second Commander, what is so important that you had to interrupt me?”

Second Commander TenON jumped at the tone the normally calm Commander TylOR was using. He gulped. It was never good to anger a seven-foot Kiljorn. “Sorry, sir. Prime Leader KadEN has requested communications with you immediately.”

“Put him on.” TylOR faced the large viewing screen in front of him as his leader’s face appeared. “Prime Leader.”

“How are our people doing?” KadEN asked, getting right to business.

“We have just finished boarding all of our people between the Colonial transport and ours. I was about to verify everyone is settled in and proceed on our way on to Kiljor.”

“Very good. I am sending out an extra transport to escort you back.” KadEN looked tense.

“Is there a problem, sir?” TylOR grew up with KadEN. He knew something was off.

“There have been some…direst. I am keeping security tight until you get here. Keep your eyes open for anything suspicious, even onboard,” KadEN warned him.

Well that didn’t sound too good. KadEN was leaving everything very vague. What was he to make of that? Was there a threat on Kiljor that he should know about? If there was, he would find the threat and squash it.

“Yes, sir.”

“You will arrive in less than thirty-six hours?” KadEN asked.

“Yes. We are just now moving out of the Colonial solar system,” TylOR answered.

“Very good. I will see you in thirty-six hours, Commander.” KadEN ended communications.

TylOR looked at his second in command. He was a good male if not a little formal. “Second Commander TenON, has there been any problems onboard the transport while I was on the Colonial Planet?”

“No, sir. No disturbances that I know of?”

“Any problems settling the Kiljor citizens onboard?”

“None. Everyone is settled in their sleeping quarters.”

“Very well. Let me know if there any issues that arise. I will go and make a personal appearance to some of them.”

TylOR walked out of the command center. He wanted to head back to Elizabeth’s, but he had a job to do first. He had to make sure his people were taken care of. He needed to get this done by six so he could shower and change to prepare for his evening with the female of his dreams. He couldn’t wait.

Chapter Seven

A couple of hours after arriving onboard the transport, Lizzie was so frustrated. She had changed three times already. At first she tried on a sexy black cocktail dress but thought she looked like she was trying too hard. Next she put on a simple pair of jeans and tank top. That was way too casual to be eating dinner with the Commander of the transport.

She went back through her things and found a dress Lola had given to her for her birthday: a knee length, flowing, light blue halter dress that brought out the blue in her eyes. She put it on and noticed it was a bit loose.
Had she really lost that much weight?
The knock on her door made her jump. She didn’t have time to change now. She went to open the door.

“Good evening, Elizabeth.” TylOR leaned his large frame against her door opening.

Lizzie sucked in a breath at him. He had showered and changed. He wore a dark green uniform that fit his large frame perfectly. The man was sex on a stick. His masculine scent reached out wrapping around her. She wanted to rub her naked flesh against his so she would have his scent on her. She shivered with anticipation.
Did they really have to go to dinner?

“Good evening, Commander.” Lizzie looked up and up. He made her feel so feminine and small.

“You look lovely.” She'd taken his breath away when she opened the door. The dress she wore showed off her delicate pale skin and made her eyes sparkle like jewels.

She blushed. “Thank you. You look handsome.”

He smiled down at her with confidence. He knew she found him attractive when her skin pinkened. But he didn’t want to say anything that might embarrass her. “Ready to eat?”

“Yes.”
Not really.
Lizzie walked out shutting her door.

“What have you been doing since you got onboard?” TylOR asked, trying to find a topic they could discuss. All he wanted to do was take her back to her sleeping quarters or take her to his and tear her clothes off. That brief moment at the village was too short and not nearly enough. He doubted he would ever get enough of Elizabeth.

“I’ve been updating the course material for the culture classes with my digital tablet.” She followed TylOR into the Meal Room and felt everyone’s eyes on them immediately. The women looked at her with envy and a bit of anger. The men watched her with desire but looked resigned when they saw how TylOR touched her back possessively. She blushed. Guess it was pretty obvious there was something going on between the two of them. Maybe she needed to admit it to herself.

“Are you okay?” TylOR looked down at her flushed face.

She nodded. “Yes.”

He directed her to a more secluded table where fewer people had direct sight of them. “I can get our food if you like?”

“I can go. I don’t want to be a bother.”

He tsked, “You are no bother. What do you like to eat?”

“Just a soup and salad with Katieran juice is fine,” she told him.

“That is all?” TylOR looked her over. She needed protein to build up her strength.

“Yeah. I can go get it.” She started to stand but he put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her gently back into her seat.

“Stay. I will get your food for you.” He walked off toward the food counters.

She watched him disappear out of sight. The man was built like a Greek God. She knew he was hairless on his head and most of his body. But how far did that go? Was he hairless everywhere? And why was she obsessing about it?

“Hello, Earth female,” a woman’s brisk voice said right next to Lizzie. She hadn't heard or seen the woman and her two companions approach. The woman who spoke to her was one of the most beautiful women Lizzie had ever seen. She was tall, like most of the Kiljorns and Katierans who were like model with their height and build. She was slim but still had feminine curves. Her eyes were a dark brown with the gold irises and her perfect freckle-free face was framed by long brunette hair.

She had high-sculpted cheekbones. If she were on Earth she would be snatched up for modeling. Her two friends were similar in looks except their hair colors differed. She kind of reminded Lizzie of Captain Jaxon, now Prima Captain Jaxon. The woman that TylOR had been interested in before he met Lizzie. She had heard the rumors and it bothered her for a while until she realized Jaxon was completely devoted to her mate, Prime Commander KydEL.

“Hi. I’m Dr. Elizabeth Connell. But ya’ll can call me Lizzie.” She reached out a hand forgetting that even the women of Katiera or Kiljor do not shake hands. The other woman looked down at her hand as if she was holding a bowl of worms at her. Lizzie quickly dropped her hand.

“Why are you with TylOR?” the tall woman demanded.

The fact the woman used TylOR’s name and had not called him Commander had not escaped her. “We are sharing the Evening Meal.”

The woman glared down at her. “You are not worthy of him, female. You need to keep your hands off and stay away.”

Lizzie was a little shocked at the vehemence in the other woman’s voice. She didn’t want Lizzie to be with TylOR.
Well, too damn bad!
She wasn’t about to let some skinny ass bitch tell her what to do.

Lizzie smiled up at her, “You’re too late on that one, honey.”

The other woman looked at her furiously. “He’s mine!”

“That’s not what he was sayin', darlin', when he had his tongue in my pussy.” Lizzie smirked.

“You vile creature! I’ll make you sorry. I’ll…” The woman was interrupted when TylOR showed up with the food.

“Is there a problem?” TylOR asked, looking at Elizabeth and the other three females. He had not heard what the Kiljorn female said to Elizabeth but from the expression on her face, it was not pleasant.

“Nope,” Lizzie said, reaching for her food. The tray was heavy. What the hell did he get her?

The tall Kiljorn woman smiled up at TylOR. “Commander, it is good to see you again.”

TylOR placed his tray down and looked at the female. She looked familiar. “Pardon, what is your name?”

The Kiljorn woman turned red with embarrassment. “It is I, MarjAY. We spent some time together about year and a half ago on Kiljor’s Beach community.”

Lizzie felt a bit relieved to hear that last time TylOR was around this other woman was before he ever met her. She smiled inwardly at the blank expression on TylOR’s face.

It took a moment for TylOR to remember. He had gone there for a few days to relax. He met a female also visiting that he shared sex with many times during his stay. However, she was not his true bond mate, nor did he have any desire to mate her, so after the days off were over he returned to Kiljorn Prime City and never contacted the female again.

“It is good to see you as well, MarjAY.” TylOR sat down and noticed Elizabeth’s frown.

“I wanted to come over and offer to have you share the Evening Meal with me,” MarjAY said with confidence.

“No thank you. I am already sharing the meal with Elizabeth.” TylOR dismissed her and began to eat his food.

She was shocked the male was ignoring her. How could he not remember their time together? MarjAY turned angry eyes on the Earth female. It was all
her
fault TylOR barely looked at her.
Earth scum
.

Lizzie took her cue from TylOR. She proceeded to ignore the angry woman standing over her and began to eat her salad. She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure. The special dressing they make was delicious. She heard a huff and then three pairs of feet stomping away.

She continued to eat her salad trying to avoid what was inevitable. She didn’t want to talk about what just happened. Lizzie was fine with ignoring the elephant in the room. TylOR wasn’t though.