Breaking Bonds: An Alien Romance Adventure

Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

He hated this.

They had docked at Hydron-5 half an hour ago and it was finally time to leave the ship. Teak had stalled as long as he could, but even Cookie had caught on to his ploys. Now, they stood in front of the loading bay, waiting for the cargo door to open with bated breath.

They had a plan and Teak hoped they could all stick to it for as long as they were able. Keeli and Cookie stood in front of him while Captain Roth took the lead. Maeve was at his side, and Säiph stood on her other. She was as guarded as she could get and there wasn't anything more he could do to keep her safe... aside from locking all the doors and making a mad dash for the control room to jettison them out of this place.

But he couldn't, and he wouldn't. He'd made a promise to the captain to do everything in his power to help get what they came for and to do it safely.

The door opened fully, and the captain stepped forward into the busy station. He wanted to grab Maeve's hand, hold it tight and not let go until they were back on the ship and the door closed behind him. Again, he wished he'd never made her that promise. The Turnish didn't touch unless they were permitted, and he didn't care that his planet was long since lost. He upheld those traditions because if he didn't, then the memory of those who perished would be gone with it. The memory of his family would be gone with it.

They followed Roth out of the docking station and into a long dark hallway that swiftly emptied into an expansive common area. Music, gambling, and conversation lit up the entire scene. This was by far the largest station he'd ever stepped foot on. Four ornate columns stood from the floor all the way to the top of the hotel area. Levels and levels of the same design marked the balconies of the guest rooms and it gave the place a more luxurious feeling than Teak expected. There were females, in nothing but shear material draped over their bodies. With a small fastener to hold the elaborate things together. Some were being led by wealthy men to places untold and to fantasies unimaginable.

Prostitution had never been outlawed in this galaxy and by the looks of the place, Hydron-5 was drowning in it. There was something for everyone here. Tall aliens, blue, pink. Females with five eye sockets and some with two heads, if you were into that sort of thing. There were alien races he'd never seen before and it had him nearly gawking.

Teak glanced down at Maeve to see the shock in her own eyes, "Have you ever been to a place like this before?"

"No," she whispered, but refused to look up at him. She kept her eyes glued to the women that walked back and forth from one male to the other, offering their services, "Have you?"

"Unfortunately, I have. Not this...diverse, but I have been to places similar."

"Have you ever," she trailed off and nodded her head to a couple eagerly leaving the common area and heading toward a lift.

He chuckled, and nodded his head, "Yeah. Once or twice. Space is a lonely place, Maeve. I made sure the females I bedded were doing it because they wanted to, not because they were forced to. Ironic now I guess, since I'm the slave walking through this place and a female is my master."

Teak must have been too deep in his conversation with Maeve, because he never sensed anyone approaching them, a deadly mistake in a place like this. When a delicate hand slid under his leather clothing, he grabbed hold of the wrist and removed it from his now tense body.

"I just wanted to feel what was under all that leather, sweetie." The thin female gave him a cool smile, and in any other circumstance, she would be his type. Her long white hair complimented her light blue skin tone. Her teeth were clean and white, and her features were enough like his to be attractive, but not anymore. Not when his body only craved Maeve's touch and not when she stood right by his side. It would have been a deadly offense on his home planet to touch without permission, but they weren't on his planet and Turnix Beta was gone, "How much for the hour?" She looked him up and down, taking in his form, "Make that two, Turnish males are my favorite." He saw her glance at his slave band on his inner wrist. She smiled as she looked down at Maeve, "She can watch if she wants."