mating had feelings for another, but it didn’t.
“No, I wasn’t seeing anyone. I hadn’t had a steady relationship for a while.”
“Why not?” AriELa was curious. She had never had a relationship with a male except for her cousins.
“I have never had much luck with men. They disappoint me every time.”
“I hear our males are much different than Earth males. Perhaps you will find someone on Katiera or even Kiljor.”
“Maybe.” Lindsey looked off into the distance.
*****
AriELa was bored. Pretending to be a perky, happy Prima was beginning to irritate her. She wanted to do something, not just sit around on the transport ship being stared at by all the males. An idea came to her while sharing the Morning Meal.
“I am so tired of being treated like some kind of fragile flower that if touched, the petals will fall off,” AriELa complained as the four women shared the Morning Meal.
“I can teach you a few moves,” Jaxon offered.
AriELa was excited. “You will train me to be a warrior like you?”
“I was just thinking of a few defensive moves that will help you escape a possible dangerous situation. No offensive moves or weaponry,” Jaxon clarified.
Both Kat and Miss Carreli were willing to participate as well. Jaxon asked one of the Kiljorn Lieutenants where they could spar. He told her the transport ship had a training facility they could use.
*****
An hour and a half later AriELa was breathing heavy, it was harder than she thought. Not to mention it hurt like hell. The female warriors from Earth were a lot tougher than they looked.
Jaxon was working with AriELa, teaching her where to place her kicks. She was doing fine until TarAK showed up. The moment she saw his angry face, she lost her focus and did not block the punch that Jaxon threw her way. AriELa fell backwards onto her butt.
“I am so sorry.” Jaxon helped her up off the floor.
“AriELa!” TarAK stalked their way.
“I’m fine. I just have to concentrate harder.” She got back up on her feet. “Can I try that again?”
“Absolutely NOT!” TarAK declared, running his hands lightly over AriELa’s body to check for injuries.
AriELa swatted his hands away. “I’m fine. And you are not the boss of me. If I want to keep training, I will.” She turned her back on him and faced Jaxon. “Can we do that over again?”
Jaxon offered to pick back up the training the next morning. AriELa stalked off and she knew TarAK followed close on her heels. She was livid. How dare he act like he had any say in what she did or didn’t do.
As soon as they were in the corridor away from prying eyes, TarAK grabbed her arm and pulled her to a halt. “What do you think you are doing?”
AriELa tried the pull her arm free, but he had a good grip on her. “I am having Jaxon train me.”
“For what? You can’t possibly think to train to be a warrior,” he snickered at the very idea of sweet AriELa being a warrior.
“Why not? Jaxon is a female warrior. There are other female warriors on Earth.”
“They are different from you,” he told her as he dragged her with him to a more secluded corner.
“Are they stronger than me? Do they have keener senses than I? Just because I’m a Prima doesn’t mean…” She was cut off when he took her lips in a bruising kiss.
He was frustrated, angry, concerned for her welfare, and more turned on than he had ever been before. It was like she had two sides. The prim, proper and docile Prima. Then there was a little warrior inside her with such fire, determination, and conviction. He liked both sides of her, but he had a very male need to conquer the little warrior.
AriELa raised her hands up against his chest intending to push him away. Instead, she found herself giving in to the desire his kiss had ignited. She looped her arms around his neck and rubbed her front against his. He growled without completely releasing her lips. She could swear that she felt the vibrations from his
“No, I wasn’t seeing anyone. I hadn’t had a steady relationship for a while.”
“Why not?” AriELa was curious. She had never had a relationship with a male except for her cousins.
“I have never had much luck with men. They disappoint me every time.”
“I hear our males are much different than Earth males. Perhaps you will find someone on Katiera or even Kiljor.”
“Maybe.” Lindsey looked off into the distance.
*****
AriELa was bored. Pretending to be a perky, happy Prima was beginning to irritate her. She wanted to do something, not just sit around on the transport ship being stared at by all the males. An idea came to her while sharing the Morning Meal.
“I am so tired of being treated like some kind of fragile flower that if touched, the petals will fall off,” AriELa complained as the four women shared the Morning Meal.
“I can teach you a few moves,” Jaxon offered.
AriELa was excited. “You will train me to be a warrior like you?”
“I was just thinking of a few defensive moves that will help you escape a possible dangerous situation. No offensive moves or weaponry,” Jaxon clarified.
Both Kat and Miss Carreli were willing to participate as well. Jaxon asked one of the Kiljorn Lieutenants where they could spar. He told her the transport ship had a training facility they could use.
*****
An hour and a half later AriELa was breathing heavy, it was harder than she thought. Not to mention it hurt like hell. The female warriors from Earth were a lot tougher than they looked.
Jaxon was working with AriELa, teaching her where to place her kicks. She was doing fine until TarAK showed up. The moment she saw his angry face, she lost her focus and did not block the punch that Jaxon threw her way. AriELa fell backwards onto her butt.
“I am so sorry.” Jaxon helped her up off the floor.
“AriELa!” TarAK stalked their way.
“I’m fine. I just have to concentrate harder.” She got back up on her feet. “Can I try that again?”
“Absolutely NOT!” TarAK declared, running his hands lightly over AriELa’s body to check for injuries.
AriELa swatted his hands away. “I’m fine. And you are not the boss of me. If I want to keep training, I will.” She turned her back on him and faced Jaxon. “Can we do that over again?”
Jaxon offered to pick back up the training the next morning. AriELa stalked off and she knew TarAK followed close on her heels. She was livid. How dare he act like he had any say in what she did or didn’t do.
As soon as they were in the corridor away from prying eyes, TarAK grabbed her arm and pulled her to a halt. “What do you think you are doing?”
AriELa tried the pull her arm free, but he had a good grip on her. “I am having Jaxon train me.”
“For what? You can’t possibly think to train to be a warrior,” he snickered at the very idea of sweet AriELa being a warrior.
“Why not? Jaxon is a female warrior. There are other female warriors on Earth.”
“They are different from you,” he told her as he dragged her with him to a more secluded corner.
“Are they stronger than me? Do they have keener senses than I? Just because I’m a Prima doesn’t mean…” She was cut off when he took her lips in a bruising kiss.
He was frustrated, angry, concerned for her welfare, and more turned on than he had ever been before. It was like she had two sides. The prim, proper and docile Prima. Then there was a little warrior inside her with such fire, determination, and conviction. He liked both sides of her, but he had a very male need to conquer the little warrior.
AriELa raised her hands up against his chest intending to push him away. Instead, she found herself giving in to the desire his kiss had ignited. She looped her arms around his neck and rubbed her front against his. He growled without completely releasing her lips. She could swear that she felt the vibrations from his
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