Interstellar Service and Discipline: Victorious Star by Morgan Hawke

Interstellar Service and Discipline: Victorious Star by Morgan Hawke

Author:Morgan Hawke
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Chapter 22

“You don’t seem to be having any difficulties.” Seht’s voice sounded far away.

“Of course not.” Victoria smiled, incredibly relaxed. “I’m a pilot.”

“Why, so you are.”

Warmth, pressure… Victoria snapped back into connection with her physical body and opened her eyes to discover that Seht was sitting on her, straddling her thighs. He was damned heavy with all that armor on.

She raised a brow. “I am trying to fly the ship.” She had not lost her connection to the sensors, but it was painfully distracting to have her attention divided. She shifted carefully under him. His suit was edged; a sudden wrong move would hurt -- a lot. Thank Fate his inner thigh plates were smooth, unlike his edged outer legs.

He smiled and leaned forward with his armored forearms against the couch’s broad back to either side of her head. His cape enveloped her in the scent of warm silk, metal, fur and aroused male. His breath was warm in her ear. “Am I interfering with the ship’s functions?”

“Ship’s functions at normal.” She winced. As long as she was linked to the ship’s sentience she was physically unable to state anything other than the absolute truth. “Must you sit on me?”

“I wanted your complete attention.” He shifted closer, until he straddled her hips.

“Okay, you have my attention.” Victoria could feel his crotch pressed intimately against hers. Suddenly he had her libido’s attention too.

“Excellent. First order of business, you are forbidden to use spoken communication of any kind.”

Victoria felt a shimmer in her augmentation. What? Her lips formed the words, but not a sound came out of her mouth. The collar! She grabbed for her throat. He gave me a direct order and the collar is enforcing it!

“You don’t know my language well enough to speak it, and there’s a distinct Imperial accent to your ship-standard. The instant you utter a word, you’ll give yourself away.” He smiled. “However, I have no wish to deny myself the delicious sound of your sighs and moans, so you may utter any sound that does not involve speech.”

Son of a bitch! Victoria would have banged her head against the back of the chair if she hadn’t been hard-wired into it. How the hell am I supposed to communicate if I can’t talk?

Seht leaned down to catch her eyes. “You forget…” He grinned. The collar allows a telepathic link. As long as you think in nice clear sentences I can understand you perfectly. His lips did not move and yet his voice traveled clearly.

Victoria blinked. You can hear me?

Seht snorted. “There were times this morning where it was difficult to avoid hearing you.” He raised a brow. “Are you aware that you babble mentally when you are frustrated?”

This morning? Victoria cringed. She wasn’t even sure what she had commented on, other than… His armor… Bloody Fate!

He raised his brow sharply. “Yes, my armor is a titanium alloy, that’s why it’s so pretty, and so damned light.”

Victoria was convinced she was going to die from the heat flushing her cheeks.



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