Draekon Abduction: Exiled to the Prison Planet(11)

The detsena, the karvil, Lake Ang, Lake Tuli,” I ask him curiously. “Your exile batch named them, right? Or do they exist on Zoraht as well?”

He shakes his head. “We named the things we encountered frequently,” he says. “That’s why your translator isn’t translating the word to the nearest human equivalent. The words aren’t Zor.”

We are indeed west of Lake Ang. I see glimpses of blue water through the tall blue trees. When we pass through a gap, I get a clear view of Zunix’s house to the south, and I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye. It’s Dariux, and he’s leaving Zunix’s house. I see him hurry in the direction of the camp, and for a second, I wonder what the two men were talking about. I haven’t had much time to form an impression, but as far as I could tell, there’s no love lost between them.

“Hey, are those the berries we ate for breakfast?” Bryce sounds enthusiastic.

I snap back to attention. While I’m sure Roman will be fascinated about the power dynamics in this camp, and what we can extrapolate about the Zorahn from it, my immediate priority is survival, and finding out which plants are edible will go a long way to ensuring that we don’t starve.

“Yes,” Liorax confirms. He leads us toward the lake and points to some pink and purple plants that are half-immersed in the water. “Don’t eat the green ones.”

“They’re poisonous?”

“For us. Humans might be different, but according to Zunix, our physiology is quite similar.”

How does Zunix know? I add it to my mental list of stuff to investigate.

Liorax is watching me. “You said you wanted to learn to hunt, Olivia. Do you want to try the bow?”

I’m not sure I can kill anything. I mean, I eat meat, but it’s one thing to order a steak in a restaurant, and it’s another thing to personally slaughter the cow. Or the small rabbit-like things that bound through the woods, or the glimpses of the orange-hued karvil through the trees.

But I’d love to try my hand at the bow. Especially if I’m aiming at a target, not a little critter.

“If you don’t mind?” I wish I knew where I stood with Liorax. This morning, he seemed hostile. Now, he’s offering to teach me how to be an archer. It’s enough to give a girl a major case of whiplash.

Bryce looks at Liorax, and then at me. “I’m going to keep walking,” she announces. “Can I walk around the entire lake before sunset?”

Liorax shakes his head. “It’s too large. But if you head due north, sticking to the bank, you’ll get to a point when the lake veers east. Turn back at that point.”

She grins cheerfully, completely undaunted at the idea of being all alone. “The water’s safe to drink? No creepy-crawly tentacle monsters to drag me into the lake if I wade in?”

Liorax chuckles as his translator explains Bryce’s question. “We swim in the lake daily, and we’ve never seen one,” he says, his voice coated with laughter. When I hear that note, I feel another pang, this time of jealousy. He obviously finds it really easy to be friendly toward Bryce. So it’s not all the human women. Just me.

Fucking brilliant.

Bryce winks at me over her shoulder as she sets off. “Enjoy your lesson,” she calls out. I watch her leave and then turn back to Liorax.

I’m very conscious that no one is in sight. We’re all alone.





Liorax:


I pull the light bow from my back and hand it to her. She examines it curiously. “You made this? Can you show me how to make one?”

“If you’re serious about learning, I’ll need to make you a bow anyway.”

“Oh, trust me. I’m very serious.”

I unwrap the protective strap from my wrist and put it on her arm. She’s small and delicate, Olivia. A pulse beats in her wrist, and I rub my thumb against it. She goes very still but doesn’t pull away, and neither do I. For a heartbeat, neither of us says anything.

My dragon purrs, satisfied for the moment by the simple act of touching my mate. I fight the sudden desire to lift her hand to my lips. This isn’t me. This heat, this need for her is coming from my dragon, and I will not be ruled by it. “Why do you want to learn?”

“I don’t like the idea of being dependent on anyone for survival,” she whispers. Her green eyes are luminous and bright. Her lips are soft and full, and she nibbles at them as I caress her palm with my thumb. “What are you doing? I thought you didn’t like me.”

At those words, I return to my senses and drop her hand. She’s right. I cannot allow myself to be entranced by this human woman. “Wrap it around your wrist,” I say shortly, gesturing to the strap. “And put this protective sheath over your fingers.”

Her eyes linger on my face for another second, then she drops her gaze and wordlessly complies with my instructions. Guilt trickles through me at the flash of hurt I saw in her eyes. To distract myself, I quickly show her how to place her arrow on the rest and line it up with the nocking point. “Draw it back,” I instruct. “Don’t tense up.”

“What am I aiming at?”

“See the tree with the forked trunk straight ahead? Hit it.”

She nods. I watch her stance as she takes a deep breath and draws the arrow back. I brush my fingers against her left hand. “Relax your grip,” I repeat.

“I’m trying.”

I bite back my smile at her disgruntled tone. “Try harder.”

She doesn’t reply, but she does ease her death-grip on my bow. Smoothly, she lets the arrow fly, just missing the trunk. “Damn it,” she mutters. “Can I try again?”

“Of course.”

Her second arrow grazes the bark, and the third arrow hits the center of the trunk. “You’ve shot before,” I guess.

“Yeah, I’ve spent many hours in the range,” she replies as she lines up her arrow again, and then her shoulders stiffen. Her next shot goes wide off the mark, as do the rest of my arrows. “Oops,” she giggles as the last one lands three trees to the right of her target. “I missed. And look, I’m all sweaty. I’m going to jump into the lake to cool off.” She winks at me. “Want to join me?”

Without waiting for my answer, she strips off her clothing and wades into the water. My cock hardens at the sight of her nearly naked body. Take her, my dragon growls. Claim her.

I won’t deny that I’m tempted. I want to wrap my arms around her waist and tug her closer. I want to kiss her, to envelop myself in her softness, to hear her moans of need, to hear them change into satisfied cries as I pleasure her.

Except that she hit one arrow cleanly with a skill that can’t be hidden. A skill that is the result of long hours of practice.

Olivia’s hiding something, and I’ve learned, through bitter experience, that I’d be a fool to trust her.





10





Zunix:


Once Dariux leaves, my first instinct is to set out right away to find Olivia. Unfortunately, a steady stream of visitors prevents me from doing just that.

First up are Rezzix and Magnux. “The human women have nothing,” Rezzix says, getting right to the point. “They’ll need clothes, bedding and more. We need your syn.”

For Caeron’s sake. Liorax was right. Rezzix and Magnux are looking at me as if there’s a possibility that I’m going to deny the human women the basic necessities of life. Have I really fallen this low that they believe I’m capable of such an action?

“Make a list.” My voice comes out harsher than I intended. “Not just what Paige Watkins needs, but all of them.”

“What is your price?” Magnux asks warily.

“Consider it a gift,” I reply. “Today is a happy day for us all.”

And it truly is. A Draekon hasn’t shifted into the dragon since the time of the Great Rebellion. The scientists once possessed the ability to force the transformation, but that knowledge has been lost, destroyed on Kannix’s commands. For a thousand years, every male that has tested positive for the Draekon mutation has been exiled to the prison planet, forced to spend the rest of their life alone and mateless.

I’ve been so busy wondering why the Fehrat 1 crash-landed on the prison planet that I’ve missed the most important thing. The five women in our camp represent something that’s been absent from our lives for the last sixty-five years. Hope.

“You’re serious.” Rezzix smiles widely and claps me on my shoulder. “Thank you, Zunix. Your generosity will not be forgotten.”

I remember my promise to Liorax. “I want us to cooperate to make the women feel welcome.”

Both men nod. “A mate,” Magnux breathes, his eyes filled with wonder. “It is a miracle, Zunix. After all these years alone, she falls from the skies.” There’s a hitch in his voice. “Whatever Paige wants, if it is in my power to make it happen, I will.”

“Me too,” Rezzix says solemnly. “Things are difficult with your mate, I know…” His voice trails off, and he comes to an awkward stop.

“Indeed,” I reply, thinking of the mess I made of my encounter with Olivia this morning. Then I realize he’s talking about Belfox and Herrix.

What would it be like to trust the mating bond? To believe with such unshakable faith that your chosen mate is the right woman for you? There’s a part of me that wants to think that Rezzix and Magnux are fools, and there’s another part of me, one that I’ve suppressed ruthlessly for most of my life, that wonders what would happen if I just gave in to my deepest desires.