The dream. Her wet pussy. Her full, round breasts. The strange color of her skin, her strange and exotic dark eyes and black hair. She was not a golden Prillon female, but an alien woman. Strange. Beautiful. I’d held her legs open and spread her pussy lips open wide with my rigid—
“Commander!” The excited voice blasted through the comm speaker in my bathing room and I froze beneath the water. Fuck.
“This is Zakar,” I growled. My thoughts of her were clearer this time. I recalled more details of her and the comm had stolen that vision from me, ruined the moment until she faded in my mind once more.
“Commander, there’s an emergency. You’re needed in med station one.”
“What is it?”
There was a short silence and I pumped my cock once, twice, then growled. This time, I didn’t have time to finish. I’d have to stuff my poor cock into a proper uniform and suffer the stiff, black armor squeezing my cock and balls like a vise.
“Doctor Zakar said to tell you—I can’t say it, Sir.”
That made me chuckle. I could just imagine what my smart-mouthed cousin had instructed the young officer to tell me. “Speak freely. What did he say?”
With a sigh, the officer answered. “He said to get your ass to medical and to fucking hurry. Your mate has arrived.”
“My what?” My booming voice echoed off the walls in the small bathing room.
“He ordered me to cancel comms. Sorry, Sir.” The comm unit went dead and I rinsed and dried my body, my head spinning.
My mate? What the fuck was he talking about?
A few minutes later, I stormed down the green-lined hallways to medical station one and found my cousin pacing.
“What the fuck, Rav?”
He turned on his heel, spinning at the sound of my voice. “Prime’s ballocks, Grigg. You’re fucking slow.” Rav was tense, the lines of his neck and temples strained, his eyes glassy with excitement, or terror, I wasn’t sure which. My need to offer reassurance and control, even with my warriors, settled in me and my pulse slowed as I placed my hand on Rav’s shoulder and squeezed.
“I’m here. Now, tell me what you need.”
Rav stood tall in his dark green doctor’s uniform, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When I was sure he was all right, I dropped my hand to my side and waited.
Rav opened his eyes, the bright sheen still there, still unidentifiable. “She’s here.”
“Who?”
“Her name is Amanda Bryant. She’s from a new member planet called Earth.”
“Who is she? Why is she here?”
“She’s your matched mate, Grigg—our mate.”
I couldn’t breathe. The ReGen pod. The dreams. Fuck all, those dreams. My cock stirred to life. The dreams were real. She had a name. Amanda Bryant.
“What have you done?”
Rav turned away from me without answering. Instead of explaining himself, he went into a med unit and I followed, the door sliding silently closed behind us. There were a few beeps from machinery, but all of the medical techs worked quietly and efficiently. I didn’t take my focus from Rav to count the number of patients, but the unit could handle three critical cases and had nearly twenty additional beds, and they all seemed to be buzzing with gray uniformed medical officers and a couple of doctors wearing green. I ignored them all, waiting for Rav’s reply.
“Only what Captain Trist ordered.”
I didn’t believe that for a second. Trist followed the rules. Rav didn’t. He’d only follow Trist’s orders if I were out of commission, such as being—
Shit. Such as being half dead and unconscious in a ReGen pod.
“Conrav?”
I said his full name. I never said his full name.