Page 6 of Tamed
Well, her body had just robbed her of that option. She’d allowed herself to believe in a cosmic attraction. In love at first sight and the sort of bond that lasted more than one lifetime. She should have known better. Her life had never worked that way, and apparently fated mates were bullshit after all.
Arcon felt his subdermal comm band vibrate and released a sigh of frustration. His workout had barely begun and he really needed the physical exertion. Spanking Kendra had left him keyed up and in need of victimless violence. He could still smell her arousal and see her lovely ass wiggling and jostling as his hand connected with the soft round cheeks. It would have been so easy to turn her and set her down on her hands and knees. Her thighs were open and slick with her juices, her pussy deeply flushed and ready for his cock.
The comm band vibrated again and he forced the tantalizing images to the back of his mind. This was the problem with being self-employed for so many years. Now it felt intrusive when others made demands on his time. President Zevon had instigated the comm, so Arcon had no choice but to accept it.
Knowing that his annoyance would show, he answered with audio only. “What can I do for you, sir?”
“Come to my office. I’ll keep it brief. I promise.”
“On my way.” He deactivated the sparbot and headed to the president’s office at the top of the spiral walkway.
Arcon had been about five when he realized that his family was unique. His father owned a small trading vessel and his mother negotiated contracts and organized logistics. When they started having children they’d debated, briefly, whether or not to establish a traditional household on one of the centrally located planets. His mother had insisted that she would never be happy if she was separated from her mate. So Arcon grew up on a spaceship.
At thirteen Arcon realized he was empowered, but he waited until he was sixteen to be tested. His scores were so high that the Citadel had issued an official invitation. Such invitations were rare and provided cost-free access to the star system’s best trainers. His parents left the decision up to him, but it was obvious that they thought he should go.
Six years at the Citadel taught Arcon many things. His mental control was increased exponentially, but he developed an intense dislike for the board of governors. Instead of signing a contract with the Citadel as most expected him to do, Arcon thanked them for their generosity and boarded the next shuttle off the outpost.
The next ten years were filled with adventure and challenges. He worked with and trained under empowered people on all four planets in this star system as well as two in neighboring star systems. Because of his exposure to so many philosophies and training techniques, he had a unique way of manipulating magic. His first two trainees had been close friends, but they had been so excited about their results that others soon requested time with Arcon. He hadn’t intentionally set out to be a professional mentor, but it quickly became clear that training others was his destined life path.
He trained controllers and sources, but his specialty was working with those who possessed both gifts. Until a few weeks ago, he avoided working with conduits. He had nothing against females, enjoyed their company immensely. Conduits, however, were complicated and inevitably surrounded by political intrigues. Then two of his former students commed and asked if he would train their mate. Neloff and Kyrex had been two of his best and brightest and the female was clearly deeply in love with them, so Arcon reluctantly agreed.
Training Eden led to his meeting with Zevon, and Zevon had assured him that the Citadel was different than it had been during his training a decade before. A large group of conduits had just been rescued from an encampment on Earth and they were in desperate need of innovative techniques. The females were being taught in groups so he would not be alone with any of them. Again, with much reluctance, Arcon agreed.
He reached the door to Zevon’s office but hesitated to go inside. Everything had been running smoothly until this morning. Kendra had looked up at him with her wide, innocent gold/green eyes and said that she was ready for a live partner. The comment had been mildly provocative, but his reaction had been anything but mild. When she touched him, desire inundated his entire body, instantly hardening his cock and speeding his pulse.
He had no right to touch her, no right to even imagine fucking her. But now that was all he could see. He shouldn’t have spanked her. She wasn’t his to discipline, but she needed to understand how easy it was to snap a male’s control. Especially when she looked and smelled like she did.
He knew she was infatuated with him, but it didn’t matter. He was a space bum, a traveler. He’d never had a permanent address in his entire life. Kendra was a second-level conduit. She would be claimed by some rich and politically connected team.
Shaking away the frustrating distraction, he pushed open the door and walked into the large waiting area. Zevon’s assistant announced his arrival, then told him, “Go on in. They’re waiting for you.”
They? That didn’t sound good. Being ambushed was bad enough. Who else was inside Zevon’s office?
Arcon opened the inner door and entered the large room. Zevon’s desk was on his left, but a small group had gathered around the oblong conference table. Zevon sat at the head looking dark and imperious as always. Arcon did not know the other two males.
“This is Movu Surcatt of Pyron,” Zevon indicated the male on his left. “And Soro Kintar, leader of the Torretian rebels.” He motioned toward the male on his right. “Gentlemen, meet Arcon.”
A Wraith councilmember and the leader of the Torretian rebels? Apparently, Zevon had or was in the process of finalizing the alliance.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Arcon responded.
“Have a seat.”
There was no reason for him to sit if this was truly going to be a quick meeting. Even so, he pulled out the chair and sat down.
“As you’ve likely figured out, we’ve just established an alliance between the Torretian rebels, the Wraiths, and the Citadel. Our first goal is to nullify Emperor Jevara. Our second to restore the balance of power to the star system.”
Surprised and slightly confused by the statement, Arcon arched his brows. “How do you intend to do that?”
“Two of the Earth-raised conduits have already been claimed, so the forty-four currently in training will be distributed evenly between the four planets,” Movu said firmly. He sounded as if he were stressing a point the other two had not yet accepted.
Rather than replying, Arcon looked at Zevon and waited for him to react.
“Ensuring the safety and wellbeing of the conduits is now your job, if you choose to take it,” Zevon announced.
Arcon felt as if he’d been kicked in the gut. What the hell was Zevon thinking? The last thing he wanted to do was babysit a bunch of resentful conduits. “My ship is fast, but I cannot be in four places at once.”
“Personal supervision is not what I had in mind. I want you to run the program. You need to select a three-person security team to accompany each conduit, or group of conduits. Also, the females need defense training. I think it’s even more important that these women are able to protect themselves.”