“Star brightness,” I inwardly scowled that this borrowed form wasn’t allowing me to refer to Micah as thesunshinehe was. “The asset is safe and warm enough. It was close to hatching anyway…”
I trailed off as my gaze drifted back to my security monitor, realizing exactly what had set off the motion sensors.
Oh.
Well, this is inconvenient.
“W-what is it, Zig?” Micah’s voice wavered, making me want to kill every Maroxian all over again.
But that’s not the intruder we’re dealing with.
“Just a vermin problem,” I soothed, forcing a smile. “I’ll handle it while you fly us out of here, all right?”
The way Micah’s warm brown eyes lit up caused my guilt to roar to life all over again. I knew he loved driving the ship, and while that was reason enough to allow him to do it, at the moment, I was shamelessly using it as a distraction.
Just until I get the situation under control.
“Commander Babygirl, at your service!” He saluted, grinning wildly, and I was thankful my current form hid the blush caused by that moniker.
It was in reference to the first time Micah had topped me—shortly after we defeated Astrum Force Command and during whathecalled our “Captured by the Enemy Alien Meet-Cute” at the Muonova.
We’d switched roles a few times since then, but I’d never let down my defenses quite like I had that time.
The twenty strong drinks helped…
It certainly wasn’t a hardship to let him claim me. Micah was the only creature alive I would ever submit to, because he was the only one I trusted enough to allowmyselfto give up control.
Plus, his cock is perfect.
Actually, my mate was perfect, inside and out, and while I’d once thought claiminghimwas as close to heaven as I could get, I’d since discovered how exquisite it felt to allow him inside me.
Breeding me.
I knew a breeding kink—which we both enthusiastically had—and actual procreation were completely different things. The issue formewas how blurred the lines had become.
How it’s all I can think about.
If I was being completely honest, the promise of Micah “pumping me full of Stellarian super space babies” had been lingering in the forefront of my mind ever since he first brought it up on Kaalanesea.
Unfortunately, I had mixed feelings about the concept offamily—for reasons I blamed entirely on my creator back on Earth. Yes, Theo had sufficiently groveled for his crimes of abandonment during our brief return to the planet, and I’d genuinely forgiven him, but my scars ran deep enough that I knew I still had work to do.
Eventually.
Right now, I had a mission to complete, so I buried my confusing desires as deep as possible, where not even Dr. Micah and his “unbilled therapy time” could find them.
Problem solved.
Trusting Micah to get us en route for Stellaria, I star hopped to my skinsuit closet. While this Maroxian disguise had been necessary for securing the asset—and surprisingly adept at making my mate come—I could admit, it wouldn’t be the best option for luring a helpless, newly-hatched alien out of the ductwork of my ship.
It’s far too large for the task.
As much as I was craving my Earthling skin—the identity I most related to—my true form would be the best fit for the job.
After carefully encasing my Maroxian skinsuit in carbonite, I hopped to the weapons room for a closer look at the situation.
Pieces of eggshell littered the crate, with a few larger chunks flung about the room, as if the asset had hatched in a hurry. My gaze took in the deep scratches traveling up the wall before focusing on the missing air vent cover.
Themangledair vent cover.
