Liberation by Sabine Priestley

Liberation

Following the signal of foreign psi to an old abandoned building on Florin 5, Balastar Alder literally stumbles across the pugnacious raven-haired beauty, Kit Athorika.

 

He’s not the only one who’s looking for the mysterious portal making devices in her possession. When Torogs attack, she ports them to safety. Without the help of a single Portal Master.

 

Balastar offers to repay the favor by getting her off-planet and back to her own ship. Their escape is complicated when the Torog’s pursue. Forced to go silent and lay-low in an asteroid field, they have little to do. Fortunately, the chemistry between them ignites and they find endless ways to occupy their time.

 

Balastar convinces her to come and meet his boss, Lord Cavacent. Recently relocated to Earth, the Sandarian clan included a handful of rogue Portal Masters. Kit has her own reasons for hating and fearing the Portal Masters, but she needs all the help she can get to save her planet. She reluctantly agrees to seek out Lord Cavacent’s help, and his connections to the Galactic Trade Organization and its powerful military.

 

The Portal Masters’ Guild on Sandaria has controlled intergalactic portals throughout the galaxy for centuries, and jealously guard their secrets. One of those secrets has kept Kit’s home world under quarantine for nearly thirty years.  But portals across the galaxy are failing and the guild is getting desperate.

 

Finding themselves bonded wasn’t expected, but having a psi-mate had its advantages. Can Kit and Balastar free an entire planet and take down a guild as old as the  Masters without losing their lives?

“Frack, look.” Kit said, pointing to the screen.

Torog ships blasted up the lines of each vector, including theirs. They were coming too fast. Before Balastar could get the required thrust needed, the Torogs scanned his ship as they passed. They slowed immediately and turned around.

Balastar watched his controls. “Three, two, one. Hold on.” As soon as his engine hit the green line, he pulled out of position in the queue and shot straight up. The Gravity Modulator was engaged but the ship had to make a series of course corrections in order to avoid satellites and other low orbit objects. The seats automatically formed a cocoon around their bodies and heads, preventing whiplash. He gripped the arms of his chair and waited. Two and a half minutes later, they were clear and headed to the closest interstellar portal.

“We’ve got three following. Make that four,” Kit said. “What do you think?

Balastar pulled up the specs for the Torogs’ ships. “We’ll outgun them before we’ll outrun ’em.”

“Can you take on four?”

“Do we have a choice?”

“Maybe.” Kit flipped through nav charts with manic speed. She stopped and backed up. “How big is it?”

Her psi pulsed, and he grinned. “Pretty big.”

She looked him up and down. “I meant the ship. How long is it?”

“Two hundred and twelve feet.”

“That is long.”

Another pulse of pleasure. If they kept this up they were going to go down fucking. Not a bad way to go, but he’d rather stick around long enough for a repeat performance.

Kit swiveled her chair to face him and leaned in closer.

Balastar met her halfway, their faces inches apart.

The brown of her eyes held specks of gold. She brushed her lips against his ear. His trousers were now far too restrictive. “And exactly how wide is it, Balastar?”

He turned his head and took a bite at the hollow of her shoulder sweeping his tongue in circles on her skin. He wanted to taste her. Everywhere. He sucked hard, leaving a mark.

She groaned. “How wide?”

“Fifty-five feet.” His adrenaline was cranking.

“Yes!” With quick rapid breaths, she swung back to the console. “We’ll just make it.”

As much as he wanted to continue their banter, staying alive was probably the better choice. “You have a plan?”

“Depends.” She gave him a serious look. “How good are you?”

Another pulse left him desperate to lose the pants or change the subject. “I can take her anywhere.”

“How long can she run silent?”

“A week, maybe more.”

Kit hesitated a moment before sending the data to his com. “We’ll make the portal. Take us to these coordinates, and I’ll guide you from there.”

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