Chosen by the Governor by Jaye Peaches

Author:Jaye Peaches
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2016-04-28T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Freya was singing in the shower. Marco didn’t understand the words. She was massaging shampoo into her scalp while he brushed his teeth. He’d not planned to sleep with her, but yet again, he’d dozed off with her in his arms. It was becoming a habit and not one he’d anticipated would happen so frequently.

His original idea, beyond the obvious need for sex, had been to keep her at arms’ length. He’d envisioned regular fucks, firm discipline, and a rigorous regimen of rules that would keep her mentally confined. Those plans had slipped to the sidelines as he simply enjoyed her company, especially the warmth of post-sex cuddles and relaxation. He’d never bothered with such familiarity with his previous women.

During those quiet spells, Freya always found a way to encourage him to open up about his life, his past. He’d described how he hunted fire rabbits and ice bears on the planet where he was raised. He’d spoken of his years in the army, then his transition into the imperial intelligence network, which was responsible for maintaining order across the Vendu empire of colonies.

Freya in turn had described her love of Earth and its natural beauty, which had been devastated by the invasion. “We hate you, you know that?” she’d told him.

“No surprise. Most aliens do.” It wasn’t something he thought about much, but it was a pity that the Vendu considered crushing a civilization a measure of success. However, he couldn’t bear the idea of Freya despising him for his role in the conquests, so he listened as she talked about her world, democracy and liberty, which amounted to more than the Vendu were permitted.

He put down his toothbrush. “What language was that? French or German?” he asked as she stepped out of the shower.

“Neither. Swedish. The language my mother taught me as a child. It’s kind of my mother tongue.” She wiped the droplets off her face with a towel.

“Impressive. Vendu require only one language in the empire.”

“Yet, you speak English.” She rubbed her hair.

“I like the sound of it. Obviously, we listen in on your communications.” He took the towel out of her hands and began to pat down her back.

The fire rabbit moved again. It took a few minutes to complete its circuit around her back. The tattoo artist had never inked a prisoner before. He was accustomed to soldiers, who liked new tattoos after a mission to show off their exploits. Animated tattoos were too expensive for them, but Marco had greater funds at his disposal.

She’d not fussed during the lengthy process. The artist had created a template in advance and it had taken time to reproduce it on her back, then the ink had been injected under the skin, filling the pattern in a moving sequence.

“Where is it?” she asked.

He tapped her left shoulder blade. “Here. She’s beautiful with her amber eyes glowing. Like you.” He nuzzled his nose in her wet hair. “What were you singing about?”

“The moon. An old Swedish folk song.

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