Mo sat on the bridge, trying to fit all the pieces together. He didn’t think the general was setting them up. In his line of work back on earth, people sometimes put hidden meanings in their messages.
He had a feeling this was one of those times.
If the general was reluctant to meet with them, then just maybe he was trying to tell them something. Mo wasn’t a big believer in people doing the right thing, most screwed you over in a heartbeat, but sometimes, every once in awhile, a person grew a conscience.
General Merrick could be one of those people.
Mo rolled his eyes when the bridge door opened and Mykel walked onto the bridge. It wasn’t that he thought the little alien man wasn’t hot, because Mykel was drop-dead gorgeous, but mate? Mo didn’t know shit about mates and the idea of having one nearly gave him hives.
Mo shivered at the concept of the word mate. There was no way he was being trapped into a forever relationship. Mykel may be hot, but in Mo’s opinion, the man was a galaxy away.
Mo frowned when Mykel set a small silver container down on the console in front of him. "What's this?" he asked, pointing to the elaborately engraved canister.
Mykel's jaw clenched for a moment as a shadow passed through his eyes, before he spoke. His eyes darted around the room, not meetings Mo’s. "Hyberian Law of Mating, section thirty four states that it is unforgiveable for a mate to disgrace himself in front of his mate, claimed or unclaimed."
Mo sat up straighter, his frown deepening when Mykel hiccupped a bit and his eyes watered. "Wha—"
"As I have brought shame to your house, you have the right to deny me and pursue another mate. I know my actions on Tronos have lessened me in your eyes and I no longer deserve to belong to you. I beg your forgiveness and I won't stand in your way."
Mykel bowed his head and left the bridge before Mo could utter a word, not that he knew what he would have said anyway. He was confused as hell. Had Mykel just let him off the hook? And why did that thought piss him off so much?
Mykel was supposed to be his mate.
An overwhelming possessiveness encompassed Mo. He wasn’t sure where the hell it came from, but being dismissed didn’t set well with him. He was the one who was supposed to say no thanks, not Mykel.
“Wow, did you just get your ass handed to you or what?” Tank snickered from the helm. “Sucks to be you.”
Mo stared down at the canister, wondering what the hell could be in it. He was scared shitless to open it. Could it be a bomb? He hadn’t a clue about any of this advanced stuff. He was from what everyone was referring to as Old Earth.
He wasn’t too sure about this advanced technology. Hell, he was having trouble working the food dispenser. Mo pushed the canister around with his finger, trying to see if he could hear any ticking noises.
“Go ahead and open it,” Tank said from across the bridge. “It may be a dandy little container to hold your balls in.” Tank barely got the last part out as he laughed hysterically. Mo glared at him and then cracked the lid open.
Colt walked onto the bridge just then, his steps faltering as he stared at Mo. “Where’d you get that?” he pointed to the container in Mo’s hand.
Mo slammed the lid closed before he had a chance to see what was inside. It was nobody’s business but his own what Mykel had given him. “My mate, why?” he asked with a bit of a bite. Mo’s head snapped back at his response. His mate? What the fuck? Was he claiming Mykel now?
He wasn’t sure why he was feeling so protective of Mykel, but the feeling ate away at his gut. Fuck, he was losing his goddamn mind. Maybe this traveling into the future crap had eroded his brain cells.
He needed to go see the ship’s doctor and have his head examined.
Colt studied Mo for a moment. He looked as though he wanted to say something and then shook his head. “Never mind.”
Mo waited until all eyes were elsewhere before looking into the small silver container. His frown deepened when he saw a small stone nestled inside. It was blue and green, the colors twisting and turning around each other, flowing seamlessly together. Why would Mykel give him a rock?
“Are you curious to know what that is?” Colt asked as he took a seat at his station.
Mo was, but he didn’t want to admit that he had any interest in Mykel. Hell, he hadn’t been here that long and to find out he was already mated and tied down? Mo wasn’t going for that. He’d already lost too much as it was.
He wouldn’t be able to bear another loss. He barely survived the first one.
“It’s his ador.” Colt offered.
Mo sat the container down as he turned to look over at Colt. “His what?”
"His ador." Colt leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. "Our people have the ability to transfer our passion, our jest for life, into ritual stones. Usually, it is a way of saving the memories of loved ones before they pass but sometimes, mates will exchange them and draw the ador into themselves so that they can be closer to their mates."
Colt smiled and glanced down at his hands. "Again, that is a ritual of my people. Needless to say, Mykel has given you his ador."
"So, what?" Mo glanced at the small ornate silver box in horror. "I'm supposed to draw his ador into me somehow?"
Colt sounded so ominous that Mo couldn't help but look up at him. "Then what am I supposed to do with it then?"
"I suppose you can do whatever you want with it. Leave it on the next planet we land on or shoot it out an airlock. It doesn't matter now." Colt shrugged. "It's yours now to do what you want with it."
"Can I give it back?"
"No, it's too late for that." Colt grimaced and turned away. "Once the ador stone has been given, it cannot be given back. It belongs to you now."
"But I don't want it."
Mykel bit is bottom lip, watching succulent skin being revealed before him, inch by delicious inch. They had just had sex but Mykel could feel his cock filling in his pants. Hell if he would ever get enough of seeing his mate naked.
“Need help?” Mykel asked as he pulled his shirt off.
“Depends,” Mo said as he palmed his cock. “What kind of help are you going to give me?”
Damn. His mate sure liked Mykel to voice his needs. He knew it turned Mo on, but Mykel wasn’t used to it. Not that he didn’t like it. He shrugged, trying his best to come up with something seductive to say. “I want to eat you alive.”
Mo’s eyes hooded as a smiled tugged at his lips. “That’s a good start, mate.”
A start? Mykel was going to be a pro at talking dirty by the time all of this was settled, if it ever was. He was beginning to think that they were always going to be on the run. “I want to lick your cock.”
“Let me shower first.”
Oh, Mykel planned on letting him shower. He also planned on joining him. He yanked his pants off, heading for the bathroom when someone buzzed his room. Mykel growled as he grabbed his clothes and quickly put them back on.
This better be damned important.
He had a cock to suck.
A very tasty cock to suck.
“What?” he growled as he answered the door. Shane stood there smiling at him, peeking his head inside.
“Is Mo around?”
Mykel wanted to strangle the guy. If he wasn’t so important to Mo, he would. “He’s in the shower. I planned on joining him.”
Shane blushed as he nodded. “I get it. Just let him know I’m looking for him.”
Mykel watched Shane walk away, wondering what the guy wanted. Oh well. He made sure the door was locked before shedding his clothes once more, heading for the bathroom. It was filled with steam and Mykel could see through the glass. His cock was getting harder by the second the longer he stood there and watched his mate lather soap all over his body. His fingers itched to be the one lathering.
Mykel slid the glass door aside, smiling up at Mo as his mate looked over his shoulder. Without a word, he grabbed the towel and began to wash Mo’s back. The cloth dipped into Mo’s thick, cut lines. Mykel was salivating.
He felt devilish as the cloth dipped between the crease of Mo’s ass.
“Hey, what are you doing back there?” Mo asked as he looked over his shoulder, a thick brow arched in the air.
“Who me?” Mykel asked innocently.
“I don’t see anyone behind you,” Mo teased.
Mykel grinned as the cloth sunk further down, past his mate’s hole and down toward his balls. “Spread ‘em.” He snickered.
“Only I can say that,” Mo said as his legs parted. Mykel had never washed anyone before and found it hot as hell. He dropped to his knees, making sure to clean his mate thoroughly.
“I think you’re having a little too much fun down there,” Mo said as he turned around, his cock at eye level. Mykel grabbed Mo’s erection, washing it with slow strokes.
He watched as Mo’s head fell back, his hips bucking, making his cock thrust toward Mykel. Mykel looked at Mo in awe. The man was the embodiment of perfection. “Turn.”
Mo turned, allowing the water to wash the soap away. Mykel tapped Mo’s butt, making his mate turn back toward him once again. Leaning forward, Mykel parted his lips, taking the crest of Mo’s cock into his mouth, allowing his tongue to enjoy the slippery feel of his mate’s wet cock.
Dropping the cloth, Mykel reached up and palmed Mo’s sac, running his fingers over the slick skin.
“Mykel,” Mo moaned.
Mykel’s index finger ran the course of Mo’s perineum, making small circular patterns as he took Mo’s cock deeper into his mouth.
“Come here,” Mo said as he reached down and pulled Mykel up by his arms. “Now you turn around.”
Mykel obeyed, Mo kicking his feet out so he was in a wide spread position. Mo grabbed the water proof lube from the shelf and readied his fingers, sinking them deep into Mykel’s yearning body.
His palms flattened against the wet wall as Mo teased and tortured him, making Mykel whimper with need. Somehow Mo had turned the tables, but there was no way Mykel was going to complain.
“Ready for my cock?” Mo asked as he pulled his hand free.
“Say it, Mykel.”
Mykel rolled his eyes. “Shove your cock deep into my ass.” He knew he said the right thing when he heard a low growl from behind him and Mo did exactly that. Mykel yelped at the sudden and quick invasion, almost losing his balance as Mo grabbed his hips to steady him.
Mo raised Mykel a few inches from the floor and then started plunging deeply into his ass. Mykel cried out, his head spinning at the assault.
“Who’s ass is this?” Mo asked as he slammed into Mykel’s hole.
“Mine!” Mykel shouted.
Mo stilled and then laughed. Mykel thought about what he said and then felt his face heat up from embarrassment. “I mean yours.”
“God, I love you,” Mo said before jetting his hard erection into Mykel.
Mykel clawed at the wall as his body exploded, his cum hitting the shower wall as he cried out Mo’s name.
Mo was right behind him, shouting as he hammered into Mykel’s ass. He was going to feel this one for sure. Mo was fucking him like a mad man.