Emperor's Assassin Bride

Jordan’s stomach was rumbling, and she remembered she had skipped breakfast, having woken late and rushed into the office. It was a little early for lunch, but the cafeteria would be open, and food was all she could think of once she realized she hadn’t had any since dinner the previous evening.

She pushed away from her desk and stood up, pausing to stretch for a moment, before leaving her office and heading down the corridor in the direction of the cafeteria. Unlike the stereotypical café, the cafeteria in the consulate was delightful. In the months she had been living on the Moon consulate, she hadn’t yet encountered a dish that didn’t taste really good, all the way up to amazing.

She was so busy speculating on what might be on the menu for the day that she didn’t comprehend someone was following her until it was just the two of them in the corridor, and he took advantage of the moment to shove her into an alcove maintenance people used to change the power packs that provided light, heat, and atmospheric control for the Moon consulate.

Before she could cry out, a large body pressed against her own, and a hand clamped over her mouth and most of her face, due to its large size. Her eyes widened as she got a look at the Dazon male holding her captive. He was the tallest and broadest one she’d ever seen, and she wondered if the emperor had chosen him because he was efficient, or because he was also likely to make whomever he retrieved tremble in fear?

From what she knew of Aryk, it seemed likely he’d want his messenger boy/delivery person to inspire fear and cooperation. She squared her shoulders, determined not to show terror or capitulate.

Being determined not to show any fear didn’t make it any easier not to feel it, and she gulped down the lump in her throat as she realized he was holding her close because he planned to fold out of the consulate with her. She eyed the device on his wrist with interest and surprise, realizing it was quite different from the ones she had grown accustomed to seeing on the Dazons living on the Moon consulate or mingling among Earth’s population. “How did you get through the security shields? They’re supposed to keep out anyone without authorized access.”

For a moment, he looked like he wouldn’t answer, but then he shrugged. “It’s a prototype with different capabilities than their old model.” His voice was rough and gravelly, and he imparted each word as though it cost him dearly.

She was going to have to be content with that answer, because he clearly wasn’t going to explain the finer nuances of how the bracelet managed to bypass one of the most sophisticated computer systems in existence, at least to her knowledge.

She licked her lips as her stomach churned. “What do you want with me?”

He gave her look that was part exasperation and part amusement. “I’m certain you know what I want with you, president’s daughter.”

She rolled her eyes. “I have my own identity, you know. I’m Jordan Saunders, not just Evelyn Saunders’ daughter.”

Her would-be abductor smirked at her. “Fortunately for you, you’re about to acquire a new title. Empress.”

His posture had relaxed as she spoke to him, though he was still watchful and alert. She figured this was the best opening she was going to get, especially since he was about to press a button on his bracelet. As he looked down, she brought her knee up into his groin as hard as she could, pleased by the air rushing through his lips in a pained hiss. He collapsed to his knees, but he was still solid and hard to move. As long as he held her, he could fold away with her, and no one else would know what had happened to her. They’d speculate, but they wouldn’t know for sure.

That sent a pang through her, and it fueled her desperation. She leaned back against the wall as much as she could, gathering her momentum, and lifted her feet to kick him as she braced her back against the wall.

He saw it coming, but he was still moving sluggishly from what was likely to be intense anguish in his genitals, and he didn’t get his arm up in time to block her. She kicked him square in the face, making him drop backward. As soon as she regained her footing, she scrambled over him and ran down the corridor, screaming for help.

Guards surrounded her in seconds, and she pointed to the alcove where the abductor lay, hands between his legs as he moaned softly. “You need to arrest him, but first, take off the wrist device or else—” That was as far as she got before the abductor winked out of view, clearly having managed to press the button on his folding device before security could reach him. She let out a small sigh. “Never mind.”

Another group of Dazon soldiers filled the corridor, and she was mildly surprised to see the station commander among them. She inclined her head to him when he stood before her, feet shoulders’ width apart and arms at his sides, hands clasped behind his back. “Commander Darvig, I didn’t expect to see you for a minor security breach.”

“That anyone could breach the system requires personal attention. Will you accompany me to my office and debrief me on the events that occurred?”

She nodded, falling into step beside him a moment later. They were surrounded by guards and other Dazon soldiers, so she was unsurprised when he didn’t start questioning her until they had reached his office, and the hydraulic door closed behind them with a hiss, isolating just the two of them from the guards posted outside.

“What were you thinking?”

She arched a brow at the even tone, which betrayed nothing. “I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific.”

“What were you thinking to go wandering around the consulate without an escort? When you made me promise not to post guards outside or inside your office, I reluctantly agreed with the caveat that you would send for an escort any time you left your office. Why didn’t you do so?”

Jordan groaned softly. “I honestly forgot, Sash. I was hungry and preoccupied with thoughts of eating, and it didn’t occur to me. I’m still getting used to having someone shadow my every movement.” There was a heavy dose of bitterness in her last words she hadn’t intended to reveal.

He frowned at her severely. “You don’t have the luxury of just forgetting or being lax with your safety. If Aryk gets his hands on you, you know what fate awaits you.”

She nodded, surprised that she had been so careless. Perhaps it was because it seemed like such a distant threat, though she knew folding technology made it easy for Dazons to cross the galaxy as long as they had the right coordinates and avoided any black holes. It was vaguely surreal that someone she had never met was supposedly her ideal genetic match, and he was determined to have her as his mate whether she agreed to the idea or not.

That shouldn’t surprise her, since he and his cohort, Dr. Ha, had been perfectly fine with killing twenty percent of the Earth’s population after infecting everyone with the retrovirus that made all human women compatible mates with Dazon males. Presumably, human males would be compatible mates with Dazon females as well, but there simply weren’t enough Dazon females for anyone to know for sure. The ones who were of breeding age were stuck in breeding facilities, and when they retired, they were probably too old and too highly prized in their own culture to be bothered with finding a human companion.

“Jordan, dammit, are you even listening to me?”

She blinked, realizing she hadn’t been. With a rueful curve of her lip, she shook her head. “I’m sorry. My brain went off on a tangent. What were you saying?”

“I asked if you knew how he got through the computer’s defenses? It’s programmed to filter out any unknown Dazon presence and refuse to allow the folding to complete.”

She shrugged again. “I’m really not sure, but he did have a different wrist device than the rest of you wear. It looked more complicated. When I asked him the same question, he was vague with his answer, but it seems like they found a way to bypass the filtering protocols on the security system.”

His jaw tightened, and his anger was obvious. “That means they could take you any time or any place. You can’t be alone at all. Ever.”

She rolled her eyes. “I refuse to be followed around all day every day. It would drive me insane.”

His lips compressed into a tight line. “You need to be protected.”

“I protected myself today.”

He snorted. “You were lucky he didn’t shield his testicles, and the next team might not make the same mistake. Next time, Aryk could send ten or more of his soldiers to retrieve you, and you’d have no way to escape him.”

She crossed her arms over her shoulders, feeling a bit obstinate, but finding the idea of being shadowed intolerable. “I know the risks, and I know what he wants from me, but I’m prepared to endure a little risk rather than have someone with me all the time. It’s not like I know any important trade secrets, or any information that would help Aryk win the war, so let me take the risk. It’s my life.”

His expression softened, and he suddenly moved forward, pressing her against the wall behind her. “I won’t lose you. It’s too risky, and you can’t knowingly put yourself in danger. Agree to having a protective presence with you at all times.”

Her hackles rose at the bossy tone, but it was the tender concern in his gaze that swayed her. With a nod, she gave in. “Fine. Give me my own security detail, but they aren’t coming in the bathroom with me, and they don’t get to come into the bedroom.”

His tone deepened, and he lifted a hand to push a strand of hair off her face before cupping her cheek. “The only Dazon coming in your bedroom is me.” A second later, Sash’s head descended, and his lips covered hers.

Each kiss was like the first one, and it sent a wave of heat spiraling through her. She wrapped her fingers around his uniform front, holding him closer against her as she gripped silky black fabric and savored his mouth on hers.

The kiss was far too brief, and he ended it by dropping a light peck on her nose. “I have things I must attend to at the moment, but I’d like to see you tonight.”

A spurt of mischief guided her as she brought a hand to his neck, brushing against the spot where the button lay that allowed her to strip him of his suit in seconds. “Or you could make time for me now.”

He growled low in his throat, but it was a sound of pleasure and not anger. His fingers went to her neck, performing a similar maneuver. Since moving into the Moon consulate, she had adopted the Dazon uniform as her own, enjoying the simple ease of shedding the uniform, while still providing secure coverage. One of the technicians at the uniform shop had specifically modified her suits for her, allowing a broad range of color choices. Today, she had gone with lavender, but now she wore nothing, just like Sash.

He kissed her again, and his hands moved over her body with easy familiarity. He paused to cup her hips as he dragged her closer to him, his kiss turning possessive and demanding rather than gentle as it had been.

She clung to him, enjoying his arms around her. During the day especially, he was far more likely to treat her with distant friendliness than as though she meant something more to him. It had been like that from the start, even after they had first become lovers.

She wished she could separate how she was feeling from how she was acting just as easily. There were alarm bells in the back of her mind reminding her not to betray any emotional reaction to the sex as his hands moved down her body. She wasn’t Sash’s mate, or he would have told her she was by now. That meant this was strictly a temporary liaison, and she was already far too emotionally attached to him, since she knew their fling would end, likely sooner rather than later.

As Sash wedged his fingers inside her slick folds, testing her wetness for him before he began to stroke her clit in small, firm strokes that made her shiver and sent her racing to the edge of orgasm, she knew she shouldn’t do this with him again. This had to be the last time, or she was going to end up getting her heart broken.

As her sheath clamped around his fingers, her juices flowing copiously from between her thighs, she reminded herself she’d taken that vow at least eight times now, and yet here they were again, having sex despite her resolve not to.

She let out a small moan as he parted her thighs, his cock sliding deep inside her a moment later. Now they were having sex, she silently amended. He held her tightly, as though it pained him to let her go, though she was certain it was her own fanciful imagination. Sash set a slow pace, clearly unconcerned about all the work waiting for him at the moment. She couldn’t care less about her own work as she let herself get swept up in the rhythm he set, and the way it made her feel. When he came inside her, she tightened around him again, enjoying her second climax, and finding this one far more satisfying since he filled her so completely.

Afterward, she rested her head against his chest for a moment, enjoying the feel of their connection. If it could always be like this, she’d have no doubts, and she was certain he wouldn’t have either. He would have made her his mate by now, but since he hadn’t experienced any indicator that she was his match, she knew she couldn’t be. The mating flare hit the Dazon as soon as they met their mates, and it wasn’t a slow development from prolonged exposure. If she hadn’t been his mate from the first day, she never would be.

In the meantime, she’d have to settle for stolen moments like these while guarding her emotions to keep him out, or choose the far more sensible option of putting a stop to their affair before she was in so deep she couldn’t function without him.

She tried to tell herself with conviction she would do the first choice, but as she melted into his arms again when he kissed her—another long, throbbing kiss that left her lips tingling—she admitted to herself she was probably lying. He seemed to be her favorite mistake, and she made it often.

Late the next morning, Jordan folded to the White House with her contingent of Dazon guards, along with her sole human bodyguard, who accompanied her when she left the Moon consulate. Damon Connors didn’t speak much, but she was reassured to have him along, appreciating whenever the ambassador married to Prince Ysaak shared her personal guard. He was likely no more competent than the Dazon males, and certainly with their superior size and bulk, they were probably technically more proficient at protecting her, but none of them seemed to care much about her, whereas she got the sense Damon was concerned for her safety and made her welfare paramount.

It was a routine fold, though she was hyperaware of her surroundings, both before they left the Moon and once they reached the private folding point set up outside her mother’s office. A sole guard stood there this morning, and he barely glanced in her direction besides nodding respectfully as he returned to whatever he was looking at on the computer screen. He wore a mask of diligent concentration, but she wondered if he was secretly playing Candy Crush.

With her contingent in tow, she approached the Oval Office and tapped on the door. Her mother’s familiar voice beckoned her inside a moment later, and she stepped through the door with her guards flanking her.

“Good morning, Mother,” she said as she strode toward the arrangement of couches where her mother sat, a tea tray on the table. Evelyn had spent three years in India as part of her volunteer work with the Peace Corps, which had given her a love of strong Indian tea that she shared with her daughter. Jordan’s mouth watered and her nostrils flared as she smelled the intense brew steeping in the pot. Before sitting, she pointed to the tray with a vague gesture of her hand. “Shall I pour?”

“Please,” said her mother.

Jordan completed the task quickly before sitting with her cup in her hand, eschewing a saucer despite her mother’s pinched look of disapproval. The events of the previous evening caught up with her, and though she hadn’t intended to tell her mother just yet, if at all, the words tumbled from her mouth. “The emperor tried to abduct me last night.”

Her mother frowned before shaking her head. “How typical of that man.”

It was a strange response, and she quirked a brow as she sipped the strong tea. “The commander wants me to have guards at all times, even when I’m sleeping. That sounds dreadful, but I guess I see his point-of-view. I resisted the idea when he suggested it, but in retrospect, it makes sense.” She waved to the four Dazon guards and her sole human companion. “I guess I’ll be seeing more of them.”

Evelyn simply sipped her tea. “Perhaps not, darling. I’d like to speak with you privately, if your guards will allow you out of their sight long enough?”

Jordan studied her mom for a minute, realizing there was something serious weighing her mother down, so she nodded. Turning her head, she said to Damon, “Why don’t you all step into the hallway? I’ll be safe enough here in the Oval Office.”

There was little doubt about that, since Dazon defector Karsh Taub had fortified the Oval Office shortly after his arrival on Earth, when he defected along with the others from the main armada. He had previously been the old emperor’s head of electronic and communications security, so he had been happy to assist the president in ensuring her communications remained secure, and that no Dazon could pop into her office and fold away with her. He had been friends with Emperor Talek, whom Aryk had murdered, and Karsh had taken obvious pleasure in thwarting Aryk whenever he could.

In spite of that, Damon looked hesitant, but he nodded, and as soon as he did, the other guards departed the room, followed by the human bodyguard, who closed the door behind himself.

“I don’t understand why they tried to steal you yesterday. Perhaps he was certain I wouldn’t be able to convince you about the terms of our ceasefire.”

Her teacup trembled in her hand, and Jordan steadied it before it could splash hot liquid on her. “What ceasefire, Mother?”

“I should tell you that I wanted to let you know sooner, but it wasn’t prudent. I’ve been in talks with Emperor Aryk for more than a week, trying to find a solution that will satisfy the Dazons and not decimate Earth’s population.”

She grimaced at the idea of her mother sitting down and trying to find a reasonable solution with the bloodthirsty emperor and his right-hand man, mad scientist Dr. Jorvak Ha. “I wish you had told me, but I guess I see why you didn’t. You must have known I wouldn’t approve.”

Evelyn gave her a thin smile. “Darling, no one approves of trying to find peace with his people, because no one believes it’s possible. However, he left me little choice in the matter.”

She set aside her teacup, not eager to spill it on herself in case of further revelations. “How did he do that?”

“He relayed a message through official channels that if I didn’t agree to meet with him, he would deploy a new virus Dr. Ha has created.” Her expression clouded, and Evelyn reached for remote hidden discreetly in a flap on the table that opened to reveal several modern conveniences that wouldn’t have matched the antique decor her mother had in the Oval Office.

After lifting out the device, she closed the flap and pressed some buttons. The lights dimmed in the office, and a projection screen dropped down from the wall. With another press of a button, her mother started a video that was paused. “This is the footage he sent me, which compelled me to agree to the summit.”

Jordan was at first confused when she saw a human male standing in the middle of a room, wearing a simple white jumpsuit. The human looked confused too, but then his expression changed, reflecting pure agony as he began to scream. He writhed and twitched before falling to the floor, blood streaming from his eyes, ears, nose, and other visible orifices. In seconds, the white jumpsuit had turned crimson, and in less than a minute, the man had fallen silent. He lay un-moving. She gasped as she looked at her mom. “What was that?”

“That was a small sample of what he and Dr. Ha have been up to. There are one hundred test subjects in all on the video, and I’ll spare you the rest. Believe it or not, this was the least gruesome.” Her expression clouded, and the president was visibly upset.

Her stomach rolled with nausea. “How can they do that? If it’s really some sort of retrovirus created by Ha, shouldn’t the nanotechnology that most humans have received by now counter it?”

Evelyn shrugged. “Dr. Wy has evaluated the data, though of course Aryk’s people didn’t send enough for him to reverse engineer a solution or an antidote, and he reluctantly agrees that the hemorrhagic virus, or HV as they’re calling it, does what Aryk claims. Ha’s found a way to manipulate the nanotechnology so it doesn’t recognize HV as a threat or an invader until it’s too late, and the body is overwhelmed. Ha claims he’s linked it to the Y chromosomes in humans, so only men will be affected. After all, they don’t want to kill the human females. They simply want to place us in a position where they’re our only chance of propagating the species.”

Bile burned up her esophagus, necessitating she swallow a few times before she managed to speak. “That just seems unbelievable, and not really in line with what we know of Aryk.”

Her mother frowned. “I think it seems perfectly in line with those two, since they clearly have no qualms about releasing biological weapons.”

She shook her head. “I meant it makes no sense that he would offer to negotiate when he had such a weapon at his disposal. From what we know of him, and his previous actions, he should have already unleashed that on Earth, and then swooped in afterward to steal as many human women as possible.”

Her mother nodded. “That does sound far more like the emperor, but we have something he wants…something he’s certain will be guarded and protected to the last loyal human or Dazon.”

There was a sinking sensation in her stomach as she stared at her mother, silently willing her mom not to say the words she knew she was going to utter.

“He wants you, Jordan. He’s willing to compromise to get you.”

Her mouth dropped open as she sank back against her chair, glad she had gotten rid of the teacup, or it would no doubt be spilled all over her uniform, a sunny yellow today that was no longer making her feel cheerful. “What exactly is he offering to trade for me, besides not unleashing his virus on the male population?”

“He claims any attempts at abduction will stop as long as all Earth women make themselves available for a meeting with their ideal genetic mate, and a further stipulation requires all Earth women have their DNA entered into Dr. Ha’s matching program. The women simply have to meet the Dazon males, and there’s supposedly no obligation to accept their mate, but…”

“But?” she prompted when the silence lengthened.

Evelyn cleared her throat. “But he also stipulates that if there aren’t at least two hundred thousand matings each year, he’ll have to withdraw the voluntary clause. Meaning we’ll have to pressure our women to accept their men and likely give up their entire lives on Earth, because I can’t see very many of those rigid Dazons agreeing to settle here.”

She frowned at her mother. “They’re not all rigid, and quite a few seemed to have integrated well enough with the population of Earth.”

Her mother nodded. “I wasn’t trying to be derogatory toward all Dazons. I was referring to the ones who have aligned with Aryk and support his agenda. They’re the ones who have full contempt for humanity and view us as nothing important. I’m sure to the majority of them, we’re nothing more than breeding facilities.”

Jordan let out a long sigh, knowing her mother was right in her assessment. “What else does he want or offer?”

“That’s all he offers, and I’m certain that’s all he’s going to offer. In return, you agree to marry him, and he claims that will foster peace between our peoples.” Her mother snorted. “He’s a liar, and I don’t believe him, but he has us backed into a corner.”

Jordan’s hands tightened on the chair cushions on either side of her as she stared at her mother. “You aren’t trying to tell me you agreed to this, are you?”

Evelyn looked troubled, but she nodded. “I did. For now, there’s a cease-fire between us, and he claims he will sign a full treaty after your marriage.”

She stiffened, outrage flowing through her. “Mother, you can’t really mean for me to marry the emperor, especially when we both know he won’t follow through with any of his terms? This is simply a way to get his hands on me. There’s nothing to stop him from unleashing that virus as soon as I’m on Dazonia Major, and there’s no other reason for him to keep his word.”

Her mother looked serene when she nodded her agreement. “I know, darling.”

She stared at her mother, shocked at her equanimity. Of course, her mother wasn’t the one facing a marriage to the Dazonian emperor. “I won’t marry him.”

“I’m afraid you must. It’s critical, and our plan can’t proceed without your willingness to do so.”

“I’d never be willing to marry that—” She broke off as the rest of her mother’s words filtered through her brain. Her eyes narrowed. “What plan?”

Evelyn reached into the flap of her table again, this time withdrawing a large velvet box. When she opened it, she revealed a sparkling hair comb, inlaid with diamonds and jade, along with a sparkling orange stone she couldn’t identify. She looked at it skeptically before glancing at her mother again. “What’s this?”

“This is a hair comb presented from the emperor as a gift to you. It’s something like an engagement ring, I suppose. Prince Ysaak told me it’s traditional for royalty to present a gift to their intended mate before a ceremony. He recognized this from the palace vault on Dazonia Major.”

Jordan wrinkled her nose at it. “No, thank you. I’m not marrying him, and I’m not wearing that.”

Evelyn let out a small sigh. “Try to keep an open mind, Jordan. I know I’m not always there for you as much as I’d like to be, but I’m sure you know I love you.”

Jordan didn’t have to hesitate when she nodded. “That’s why it’s so unbelievable to me that you’re willing to sell me out to this creep with no guarantee that anyone will be any better off after I’ve married him.” She shuddered at the idea of subjecting herself to Aryk’s touch. She had seen his pictures, and while he was a handsome man, knowing what she did about him killed any sort of attraction she would have felt, if she had felt any.

She hadn’t been attracted to anyone since she’d met Sash. That sent another curl of dread through her, and she couldn’t even begin to imagine his reaction if she ever had to tell him she was marrying Emperor Aryk. He would take it badly.

Or maybe not. He wasn’t easy to read, and there was a distance between them, so maybe he would take the news with a shrug and soon find another bed partner as he waited for his mate. She didn’t like either idea.

Evelyn didn’t verbally respond. She simply removed the hair comb from the case, and then lifted the comb, showing the workmanship to her daughter. A moment later, with a small shriek of metal against metal, she separated the parts of the hair comb to reveal a wicked blade. “This is a modification courtesy of Karsh and Prince Ysaak. The emperor doesn’t know this hair comb is now a weapon.” Her mother reached into the box, withdrawing a clear vial filled with translucent liquid. It had a faint lavender sheen, but was otherwise undetectable as different from any other clear liquid. “This is a modification from Dr. Wy. It contains a chemical he’s developed that will break down the nanotechnology, but it has to be inserted at the hive point. That’s the only way it can work fast enough before the other nano can start repairing itself.”

Her mind was awhirl, and she struggled to focus on which question to ask. “What’s a hive point?”

“From what Dr. Wy explains to me, I think I understand the concept. When the nanotechnology enters the body, it’s usually injected into the spine, because it’s the most direct route to the brainstem, other than the brainstem itself. There’s too much potential for damage to directly inject nanotechnology that close to the point where it’s all attracted. Regardless of where they’re injected in the body though, the nanotechnology migrates to the brainstem first, building its connections and pathways, sort of like its own little headquarters, before replicating and sending nanotechnology throughout the body. It’s like the brain of the system.”

“The brain in the brain.” She shook her head, uncertain why she had the urge to giggle, since none of this was at all funny. She suspected it was simply nerves. “So you have a substance that will destroy his nanotechnology, but how is it supposed to get into him?”

Evelyn slipped the items back into the box as she spoke. “That’s where you come in, my dear. You’re not going to Dazonia Major to marry that asshole. If you’re agreeable, I’m sending you there to assassinate him while the others put in place the rest of the plan.”

Jordan’s mouth dropped open, and she was genuinely shocked at her mother’s words, though a glimmer of the idea had started to penetrate her brain. “You want me to kill him? I’m not trained to do that.”

Evelyn allowed a little anxiety to show. “I know you aren’t, but that’s what makes you even more ideal. He’s going to be blinded by lust, and he’ll underestimate you. He sees you as nothing more than a human woman, which isn’t a valuable item to him anyway, aside from your womb and…” Her mother trailed off, waving toward the lower region of her lap. “That. He won’t expect you to be any danger to him, so once you have him alone, you have an opportunity to end this. Prince Ysaak will be nearby, ready to fold into Dazonia Major and take over, since he’s next in line for the throne. There are other facets of the plan that are in development, and I’m not at liberty to share all of them with you just in case —”

“In case they figure out what’s going on and torture and interrogate me?” She didn’t feel any better seeing the confirmation in her mother’s gaze. On an intellectual level, she knew what this must be costing her mother, to offer Jordan up as the assassin, placing her in a dangerous situation without any guarantee of success or safety.

That didn’t keep the emotional side of her from feeling betrayed and angry, and she had to breathe deeply to hold in the impulse to scream at her mother and storm out. Fear prompted her to refuse to cooperate, but logic allowed her to see this might be the best opportunity they had to bring down the emperor and Ha. “What about Ha? Someone has to deal with him too.”

Her mother nodded. “That’s all part of the plan. If things go accordingly, you’ll depose Aryk, Ysaak can step in for him, and Ha will be dead. There might still be some resistance, and it’s possible that Earth women will still be targeted for abduction on a smaller scale by Dazons who supported Aryk, but at least we won’t be fighting an entire civilization that’s far more advanced than us. Dr. Ha wants our wombs, and Aryk wants absolute power. Ysaak just wants peace, the same as us, and if there was any other way to make it happen, don’t for one minute believe I would be okay with choosing this way. I don’t want to send you there, and I won’t force you to go. I just wanted to present the option to you and let you make the decision.”

With a long sigh, Jordan reached for the velvet box. “What other decision is there, Mother? This is our best opportunity to end the war.” She settled back against her seat, having her mother walk her through applying the poison to the blade, and then discussing several contingency plans with her before they finally parted, since she needed to return to the consulate and find a way to break the news to Sash that she was getting married—though she hoped to enact her part of the plan before that part became necessary—and her mother had a meeting with the Egyptian Prime Minister.

She wasn’t imagining that her mother clung more tightly to her than usual when they parted with a hug, and she allowed herself to bury her face against her mother’s shoulder for a moment, wanting to beg for a reprieve as fear consumed her. Instead, she forced herself to step back before exiting the office to join her security team. They seemed unnecessary, since her mother was about to relay the news to Aryk that there would be a marriage and supposedly a treaty, but she still took comfort in their presence. It was a false illusion that made her feel safe from Aryk, but it was all she had at the moment.

She couldn’t wait to feel Sash’s arms around her and draw strength and comfort from him, even if she couldn’t fully confide in him. As they folded back to the consulate, she figured that out for herself. She couldn’t tell anyone about her plan to assassinate the emperor, including her lover. Perhaps if he’d been her mate, she would have had to tell him the full truth, but it was safer not to tell anyone that didn’t have to know, and since Sash had never made any claim on her, and didn’t seem to feel she was his mate, she couldn’t tell him.

She was certain he’d be angry either way, but she didn’t want to deal with his reaction. It could go one of two ways. The first was he might not care, at least not beyond the fact that she was being forced into this, as he perceived it. Even worse, he might care so much that he tried to stop her from going, and she’d have to anyway. That would break both their hearts. She didn’t imagine that was the case, but she clung to the hope that her news of the forthcoming union with Aryk might force a crack in the emotional wall Sash maintained between them.

She didn’t see Sash for the rest of the day, but she wasn’t surprised when he showed up at her quarters that night. They spent more nights together than apart, and sometimes she wondered just how secret their secret liaison really was. She was too preoccupied with more important matters to care if word leaked out that they were having an affair. Who would care anyway? Neither one of them was married or involved with others, though technically that was about to change for her—but only if she couldn’t accomplish her mission before she had to marry the odious Emperor Aryk.

He slipped into her bed, already naked, as was she. She’d been expecting him, and though she should tell him now, she decided to put it off for a while. Tonight might be the last night she ever had with him, because she couldn’t ignore the possibility she might be captured or killed if Aryk discovered her true purpose for agreeing to the match.

Even though Sash wasn’t in love with her, as she turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck while she kissed him, she admitted to herself what she’d known for weeks. She had fallen hard for the commander, though it was futile. Humans didn’t have a mating flare, so she hadn’t relied on such an instinct, but he clearly did, and it didn’t tell him she was his mate.

Loving him was only going to break her heart, but she couldn’t seem to stop doing it any more than she could turn away from his touch when his mouth slipped lower, gliding over her throat and across her shoulder, where he nibbled lightly. She twined her fingers through his hair, holding him closer to her as she savored his hands on her and his skin against her own.

She wanted it to be a night he’d never forget in case it was their last one together. He would probably find his mate someday, but Jordan wanted to leave an impression behind. She wanted him to think of her whenever he took another woman to bed, even if that was his precious mate. Intense anger at a woman she’d never met, who might not even exist, overwhelmed her for a moment, and she had to take several deep breaths to rein in the reaction.

She didn’t like the thought of him touching anyone else, or of another woman’s hands on him. In her heart, he belonged to her, but unless he wanted to, she couldn’t enforce that in any way. The best she could do was leave him with a lingering feeling of regret at having lost her.

She wiggled her way down his body, licking her tongue over his nipples, first one and then the other, as he moaned. He must have realized her intent, because he flipped onto his back, pulling her atop him in the process. She went slowly, dragging her tongue down the hard planes and angles of his golden-brown skin, smiling when his abdomen fluttered under her tongue as she grew ever closer to her destination.

Sash twined a hand through her hair, seeming to want to guide her to where he wanted her mouth, but he didn’t impose his will on her. He simply held his hand there and allowed her to arrive at her own pace. When her mouth reached his perfectly smooth, cylindrical cock, he let out a low moan of pleasure as her lips glided over the tip.

Her moan echoed his, and the almost bittersweet taste of him flooded her tongue. He produced a steady stream of the sweet fluid, and she sucked it eagerly, enjoying both his taste and his reaction to her mouth. He moaned and thrashed, and having him at her mercy was satisfying, especially since she wanted to leave a lasting impression.

Perhaps she should have pulled away, saving his orgasm for penetration, but he tasted so good, and he made such sweet sounds, that she couldn’t force herself to stop. She brought him over the edge, and Sash’s erection tightened in her mouth before he came, waves of his release cascading over her tongue and down her throat with ease. Dazon cum was thinner and sweeter than human males’, making the act even more pleasurable for both of them.

Sash tugged gently on her hair, easing her up his body again, so he could lift his head while tugging hers down. Their lips met in a fiery kiss a moment later, and she gasped when his fingers surged inside her, pressing lightly on her clit in the perfect place to make her hips jump. “What are you doing?”

He gave her lazy grin. “I’m catching you up.”

She couldn’t argue with that decision, especially since his fingers were so talented at what they were doing. Considering Sash had been a virgin until they had become lovers, he had picked up quite a lot over the intervening weeks. Sometimes, he seemed to be teaching her new things.

They continued kissing as he fingered her, her juices soaking his hand in no time. She came with a small, keening cry as she contracted around his digits, and his mouth swallowed the sounds.

They maintained their frantic kissing as he angled her hips, moving her slightly downward so his cock, returned to full rigidity, could slide inside her. As always, he left her feeling stretched, but in a pleasant way, and she rocked her hips as she sat down on him, sighing with satisfaction when he was completely inside her.

They moved together in a rapid pace, their frantic urgency obvious in both the way they kissed and the way they made love. For her, there was an extra edge of desperation to it, and she wanted to cling to him. She hovered on the edge of telling him everything right then, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment, especially since it might be one of their last few together.

She was also afraid to open her mouth and confess how much she loved him, because it would just be awkward. If she had been his mate, he would have known by now, and he certainly would have told her. She didn’t think he would deliberately hurt her, but he would tell her what she already knew—she wasn’t the one destined for him, and he didn’t want to lead her on and one day break her heart when he found his mate. She couldn’t bear to stand to hear those words come from his lips, so she kept her mouth closed to avoid all conversation.

The only time her resolve weakened was when she started to orgasm several minutes later, and her mouth dropped open as she gasped out his name. She could feel the words hovering on the edge of her tongue, but she wouldn’t allow her treacherous heart to spur her to speak them. Instead, she kissed him with more fervor than ever as he spilled his seed inside her, and they were one for a long, blissful moment.

She lay with him afterward, trying to compose her thoughts and figure out the best way to tell him she was marrying the emperor without fully revealing the plan and risking everything. Feeling as mellow and blissful as she did at the moment, perhaps it was a bad time to have the conversation.

She would be vulnerable to suggestion, both his own and hers, and she might end up withdrawing her consent to the union if he spoke enough logic. She had to admit it wouldn’t take much to convince her heart to forget about the idea of marrying and assassinating Aryk, because that organ wasn’t in the decision at all. She wanted nothing to do with Aryk, and she was too exposed at the moment. She’d be susceptible to his suggestion to let it go and find another way.

There might be another way, but it wouldn’t be this fast, and it might not have such a high potential for completely eliminating the emperor. She had to do what she’d agreed to, and she couldn’t let anyone talk her out of it, including herself. With that in mind, she simply snuggled closer to him, letting her thoughts wander as the urge to sleep gently stole over her, and her snores joined his a few moments later.

The communication system in her room was programmed to her preferences, so the news program popped on at seven-thirty the next morning, just as it always did. It was a way to stay informed, and it also doubled as her alarm clock. Normally, she was able to pop out of bed fairly easily and begin her day, being a morning person, but today she just snuggled against Sash, enjoying his arm around her as she stared up at him, waiting for his eyes to open.

His breathing had changed when the TV came on, so she was certain he was waking up. A moment later, his dark orbs were visible when his eyelids lifted. She smiled at him, wondering if they could squeeze in a few more moments of intimacy before their day began.

She had no idea when she was supposed to meet the emperor, or when the dreaded event had been scheduled, but she imagined it would take weeks, or perhaps even months, to iron out all the details, considering she was marrying an emperor, and she was the daughter of the President of the United States. Surely, that would take a long while to sort out. In the meantime, she would spend as many hours as she could steal away from the real world here with Sash. First, she had to tell him the truth though.

It proved difficult to do so when his mouth captured hers for a long kiss. They both had morning breath, so they canceled each other out, or so she told herself as she lost herself in kissing, banishing thoughts of her toothbrush in the other room.

His hand crept down her body, cupping her buttocks, as his mouth gently tested hers. He froze for a moment, and she thought she had accidentally hurt him when she brushed her fingers over his testicles.

It wasn’t that. A second later, she realized his attention had strayed from her to over her shoulder, and his entire body was stiff. With a resigned sigh, realizing their morning interlude was over, she rolled off him and turned to look at the television. Jordan let out a gasp when she saw her own face plastered across the news, beside an image of the emperor someone had spliced into the display. It was obviously two separate pictures, but someone had thrown it together to make it look like they were joined.

She didn’t have to listen for long to confirm the news was sharing details of her forthcoming marriage to Emperor Aryk, and she glanced from the corner of her eye at Sash, whose lips were sealed in a straight line, and his entire body radiated disapproval. “I wanted to tell you last night, but I didn’t.”

His gaze darted from the screen, and his head turned slowly in her direction. “Why not?”

She bit her lip. “I didn’t want to ruin what might be our last night together. I don’t know when the wedding is scheduled, but I can’t be caught with my lover when I’m supposed to be marrying the emperor.” She bit hard on her tongue, realizing how close she had come to betraying she wasn’t going to marry Aryk if she didn’t have to. “I didn’t want you to find out this way though. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, looking completely confused. “I just don’t understand this. How can you agree to marry that horrible man? Don’t you know the things he’s done, and what he’ll continue to do? You can’t go through with this.”

He was saying everything she wanted to hear, and she completely agreed with his words, so it made it difficult to argue. Only knowing she must, and remembering the hair comb she had carefully placed in her dresser last night, helped her remember what was at stake. “There’s no choice in the matter. This will buy peace.”

He snorted. “All it will buy is a lifetime of misery for you. I don’t know what he’s promised, or how he’s even contacted you, but it’s all lies.”

She straightened her shoulders. “My mother set it up, and it’s the only option we have.”

He shook his head. “It’s no option at all, so forget about the idea. You aren’t marrying him.”

Exasperation tinged her words when she tilted her head slightly to glare at him. “Why do you care? I’m clearly not your mate, so what does it matter? You’ll find another bed partner to fill your time until you discover your mate, and I’m content with my decision. I’m doing what has to be done. I think you would recognize the importance of that. I don’t know why you’re reacting this way.”

She truly didn’t. If she wasn’t his mate, why was he taking it so hard? She held her breath, realizing she was desperately hoping for him to admit she was his mate. She wasn’t certain what that would do to her decision, or how she would proceed with the plan if he said the words, but she hovered on the edge of desperate anxiety and anticipation, waiting to see what he would say.

The words were anti-climactic. “I wouldn’t want anyone to marry him. He’s dangerous.”

Her shoulders slumped forward, and she nodded. “He is dangerous, but trust me when I say I’m doing what has to be done. I know what I’m doing, I know the risks, and it’s not your business.”

With an angry twist of his body, he rolled from the bed and pressed a button to re-engage his suit. “Fine, do as you wish. I think it’s a terrible idea, but it’s your life to throw away.”

She nodded, trying to maintain an impassive expression. “That’s right. It’s my life, and you have no say in it.” He clearly wanted no say in it, because he knew she wasn’t his mate. She hated the mating flare in that moment, and how it could deny her the connection she felt with him simply because he was letting some instinct guide him toward the woman he believed was perfect for him.

The anger drained away a moment later as she admitted to herself that the couples she knew who had been paired by the mating flare were genuinely happy and in love, and he deserved that. If he didn’t love her, it would be a disservice to both of them to try to pressure him into making a commitment he wasn’t feeling. It would be even worse if and when his real mate showed up someday, and he left her without a backward glance.

It was better this way, but it certainly didn’t feel like that as he walked from her quarters, his back straight and his shoulders stiff. He didn’t say anything before leaving, and she couldn’t speak past the lump of moisture in her throat. What was there to say anyway? They both already knew there was no future for them, and as long as Sash believed her future was with Aryk, at least he would be safely out of harm’s way and not trying to interfere with the plan.

She took some small comfort in that, though it was only a minute amount. It would have to be enough to sustain her through the days ahead, but she allowed a moment of weakness as she surrendered to the tears flooding her eyes, burying her face against her knees and sobbing for what she could never have.