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Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction/Science Fiction
Description: Commander Goro's deepest desire, his love, his promised mate Crazy Darla, is taken from him in the worst possible manner. He learns she's given birth to his arch enemy's child, a deadly rumor for both his honor and her life. If he discovers she's a sex spy, he'll have to kill her. Sexual espionage never got any deadlier. And one wrong move means you've succumbed to the deadliest thing in the universe, your FERAL FLAW.
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2001
eBookwise Release Date: July 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [311 KB]
Words: 66482
Reading time: 189-265 min.

Chapter One

Destiny viewed a man's merit as whatever he deemed right and just, but who could triage rationally with his starship's walls caving in around him? Commander Goro shoved the cacophony of his crew members' telepathic pleas colliding inside his head from his conscious mind and plowed down The Seeker's sterile white corridor toward The Chamber where his chosen mate had better be waiting.

Would others view a starship commander saving his crazed earthling over his crew as the best of choices given the ship was on fire and the verge of explosion? But she was a lesser-evolved humanoid incapable of hearing the chaotic mindspeak aboard my dying starship, he thought. Nor had she a clue how to survive any place other than earth.

She needs me.

And I owe her more than the rest of the crew because I brought her here and she's my love-sworn mate. More than the mere fact I hold the kind gentle earth woman in my heart above all else. Without her, my detection methods to reveal spies would have relied solely upon breaking free-thinking law. And without Darla, the second child of legend would never be born. Darla's existence has kept my actions true to The Cause.

The dissonance of fleeting word bits crashing into complete words dug deeper into his thoughts like burrowing worms, infesting and painfully invading my mind.

"I'm bleeding," a crew member clearly blurted in mindspeak through the disharmony of voices. "I'm pinned against the aft wall in the biosphere."

Sending someone down to help the crew member was a waste of time. Any moment, the fires contained in the nursery and the helm would set off a mega explosion. The Seeker would become a memory to all freedom fighters in the universe's eighteen quadrants.

Ashes to ashes... Just what Voldon wanted. The end to a battleship that constantly countered all of the bastard emperor's murderous soul-less strategies. First he focused on nurseries to kill children who might grow into the children of legend. Then, he turned his mercenaries onto my starship. Whether it was to kill me or to capture Darla, Voldon's last stratagem failed with the looming explosion. Voldon was on the verge of killing the woman he desired to possess. Such mindless dogmatism resonated self-destruction. But the animal just kept coming like a feral beast.

How does one kill such a creature?

By honoring legend. Somewhere, somehow, Destiny would reveal Voldon's flaw other than simply his controlling the minds of other psychic beings. One would think his being blind to truth suicidal, enough to kill the bastard. Or am I only lying to myself? I have countered Voldon's every move he made to reign supreme over the universe. I even seduced the earth woman he targeted for abduction three years ago. Not that the gentle woman I fell in love with required much to earn her love or wasn't desirable enough to love.

Darla hadn't been hardened by the Blood Wars. She had hopes and dreams that spread beyond simple survival and freedom of thought and reminded me often of the joys in life free thinkers had no time to remember. But I introduced her to life beyond earth, sucked her into the universal reality of psychic war. And now the heart of my heart could die because of my actions. Am I any better than Voldon?

Do I harbor the feral flaw?

How could I when Darla and I freely share our love? Ours is pure emotion, unconsummated. Unadulterated by the addictive blood lust of mated were-assassins. She loves me. Why else would she feign insanity and help me flush traitors from my crew?

Another presence shoved others aside inside my head. "Can you hear me, Sukhaw? My last wish is to know you've escaped."

A dutiful crew deserved more than abandonment when drawing their final breaths.

My starship.

My command.

To aid and assist is to sentence Darla and all free thinkers to psychic enslavement. She is The Cause's only means to defeat Voldon. I must fulfill the legend and sire a child with my mate.

Complete my duty. I leaned into my stride, ground another accursed step of metal floor beneath the heel of my mercenary boot, and ran toward The Chamber.

The starship quaked beneath Darla's knee-high black leather boots where she stood on the clean metal floor in The Chamber's forested entrance. She knew something was going down. Something terribly disturbing by the odd wayward sounds echoing off the starship's always silent and barren walls, she thought. Since all I ever really heard was the circulating air through the ventilation system, something was damned sure wrong.

But Goro had things under control. Right? The universe's hottest bad ass always did. And he made me promise to hide out here. That was part of the game to outwit Voldon. But something felt terribly wrong. I nervously slid my palms over reassuring slick hilts of the knives jutting from the tall shafts of my boots, up to the others concealed inside the warm soft leather of my snug mercenary attire.

I'm armed. Even mentally with my telekinesis.

What happens if nobody comes?

Well, Goro wouldn't just leave me standing here. No. He'd come for me. His blood burned for mine as hot as mine did for his.

Oh to share blood with him at long last. When would he submit to legend and let Destiny have her way with us? If they didn't get to work, they might never have the child of legend. Who, then, would end Voldon's tyranny?