The Alpha Prime Commander by Kelly Lucille Read Free Book Online Page B

had not halted the
thrust the second he touched soft female skin, it would have punctured her
belly and possibly ruptured her spleen, if not her intestines.  If Lena had not
somehow moved between them, Jackson would have been scooping his manhood off
the floor with a fucking spoon.  Either scenario was fucked.  Now, the motherfucking
cocksucking Prime bastard was not the only one pissed.
    But it was Lena who
spoke, her words were so sharp with cold rage they stung the skin.
    “You gave him to me.” 
She moved forward, each word clearly pronounced and cold as fucking ice.  “Let
him go.”  A deliberate step drew more blood from the claws imbedded in her skin
and the Prime hissed and retracted them – all of them, including the ones
suspending Jackson by his shoulder two feet off the ground.  Jackson cursed in
more than one language when they hurt as bad coming out as they did going in. 
Lena caught him under his other shoulder before he could sprawl ingloriously to
the ground.  She leaned him against the wall without taking her eyes off the
feral Prime, who was still looking at Jackson like he would rend him to pieces
at the slightest provocation.  Jackson snarled directly into that inhuman
face.  As soon as he could find his fucking sword, he would do a little rending
of his own.
    Lena took a step away
from Jackson and towards the Prime.  This time Cordan did not back up.  He let
her come, and took it a step further by stepping into her and wrapping his
blood-coated arms around her, lifting her off the ground and fully against him.
He snarled back at Jackson over her shoulder, then while he challenged Jackson
with eyes like burning coals, he lowered his head and deliberately bit her
shoulder.  Lena hissed from the pain, and Jackson pushed himself off the wall
ready and willing to pull her to safety.
    “Don’t, Jackson!”  He
stilled at Lena’s warning, hearing the long male growl that followed it.  The
gold eyes glittered a warning of their own at him from over her bloody
shoulder.  Lena wrapped her arms and long legs around the other man, and if
Jackson had not been gritting his teeth against the pain in his shoulder, that
would have done it.  Lena held naked against the Prime Commander, who was
wearing nothing but leather pants and boots, minutes after he finished fucking
her? Not his favorite moment.  But it was working.  The beast was receding, and
the man slowly returning to the eyes that watched Jackson so very closely.  A
warning in itself that Jackson heeded, even before Lena spoke again.
    “Don’t move, Jackson.”
    Yeah, I got it.  Let the
fucking crazy beast calm down.
    Since the bleeding on his
shoulder had slowed, he apparently wasn’t going to bleed out, so it was a solid
plan he could back one hundred percent. It didn’t mean he didn’t want his
sword.  But standing around doing nothing seemed to be working, so that’s what
they did.
    ***
    Cordan was not overly
happy with anyone at the moment, least of all himself.  All three of them were back
in the large star suite with less than four station hours before the auction,
and Lo Cordan found himself pacing like the caged beast he had resembled not
two station hours ago.  Lena was fully dressed, back in her leathers, though
she had not bothered to re-braid her hair, merely tying it back in a long
tail.  Jackson was sitting mindfully as far from her on the other side of the
couch as he could get, which Lo knew was for his benefit. 
    With a newly patched
shoulder under his leathers, Jackson was armed with not one but two swords
sheathed at cross draws down his back, which the Prime Commander did not doubt
was also for his benefit.  Not to mention all the other steel that bristled on his
body from the hilt in his boot to the forearm sheathes.  The blaster at his
side was almost an afterthought.  Lena had taken one look at him after he had
been medically cleared and returned dressed for battle, and shot Cordan a look
that he