Free Colonial Commander by KD Jones Page B

hours—no, days—making love to her and never get enough. It was more than a physical connection that they had.
    His comm link went off, distracting him.
    “Commander AshOR, we have a situation,” his second-in-command said.
    “I’ll be there in two minutes.” He rushed to the lift to take him to command center, where he was surprised to find his brother waiting for him.
    “What’s going on?”
    “We’ve got a distress call from a neighboring planet in this star system. They are under attack. It’s the Morins.”
    Oh Kitana! AshOR started barking out orders. “Where are they? How long will it take us to get there?”
    “Wait, AshOR, you can’t just take off right now,” TylOR told him.
    “Why not?”
    “You have injured on board. I could go after them on my transport,” TylOR offered.
    “No, you have a breeding mate on this ship. Stay here with your mate and the injured, I’ll take command of your transport and pursue.”
    “My second could take the ship.”
    AshOR shook his head. “I’ve been tracking these bastards for a while now. I know how they operate.”
    “Fine, but be careful.” AshOR began to walk out, but stopped. “Brother, take care of my family and Ava.”
    “I will.”
    With a final nod, AshOR headed to the docking bay to take a shuttle over to the Kiljorn transport. He thought about Ava and worried for her safety. He wanted her as far from the Morins as possible.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
    Chapter 11
     
    Ava ached in the best way possible when she woke up. AshOR had proved to be a thoughtful and thorough lover. She smiled and felt heat rise to her cheeks, remembering how he woke her from her slumber in the middle of the night. His mouth was on her clit, and he stroked her with his fingers over and over until she came hard. The man was so hot; maybe he was too much for her to handle? When he touched her, she forgot about everyone and everything else.
    Since she’d slept in a little late, she skipped morning meal and headed toward the medic wing. She wanted to be there to help the medics when they moved the survivors to the other transport. When she walked in, however, it seemed like nothing was being done. She’d thought they would be running around getting everyone on something portable. She walked over to Zander.
    “I thought that you all were being moved to the Kiljorn transport this morning.”
    “It’s been delayed. The Morins have attacked another planet, and Commander AshOR took the Kiljorn transport to go after them.”
    She felt woozy and had to reach out and grab hold of the bed to keep from falling. “When did he leave?”
    “A few hours ago. Ava, are you all right? I can scent pain, and…” He placed his face next to hers, inhaling, and then growled. “You shared sex with him! Tell me, why did you do that?”
    “I don’t have to answer to you. Who I’m with is none of your business.” She stalked away, going to check on the other survivors and giving them each a supportive smile. All she wanted to do was find a corner to cry in. AshOR could be hurt or killed. These Morins had no sense of right and wrong—they killed anything that got in their way.
    She left the medic wing, pausing in the corridor to wipe her tears. She felt someone coming up behind her.
    “He doesn’t deserve you,” Zander said, leaning against the doorframe.
    “I’m not up to dealing with your jealousy right now. A man I care about is heading into battle, and I may not see him again.” Her voice broke.
    Zander sighed and held open his arms. She hesitated for a few seconds and then went to him, needing the embrace badly.
    “Commander AshOR is an experienced warrior. He knows what he’s doing. Besides, he has you waiting for him, so he’s going to do everything in his power to get back safely. I know I would if you were mine. Do you have love for him?”
    “There are times he drives me completely crazy, then other times he’s sweet and makes me laugh. Plus, he’s beyond