Citun’s Storm by C.L. Scholey Page A

feel while being hunted.”
    “I hope Lano found the others and that Amini has healed. It would seem the Zargonnii only took the females they wanted. So much for honor and nobility.”
    “Wei will take care of them,” Ashala said. “The Gorgano and Tonan want you. They were never interested in the rest of us; I guess we look too different. Or maybe it’s because there is more to you that tips the scale of the war. Me and the others can’t mind-battle, but we’re not without our defenses, though mine are meager. The Cono should settle. The planet will be left alone. You saved them.”
    “Them, yes, I hope so. I’m not sure about the Cono and hope they realize it was me the aliens were after. Oct looked so angry. In the meantime, on this ship you’ll be hunted on a daily basis by a beast who thinks you’re his mate, and I’ll have an amorous warrior with the code to my room. Two days ago life was so simple and uncomplicated. Why do aliens turn everything upside down?”
    “What do we do? I want time to think. I’m not afraid of Taft, he’s so ‘in your face’ I can’t concentrate on anything but running, and I’m so tired. If he’d leave me alone for a while, I could think.”
    Storm gazed back at Ashala. “Before the Zargonnii appeared, I had been thinking. We parted days ago, you and I, and I was so alone. I started wondering on tactical maneuvers.”
    “What tactical maneuvers?”
    Storm jumped up. “Can you make your ash a water wall?”
    “Sure. I can make the illusion; it won’t really be water though.”
    A swirl of misty particles and a wall of what resembled an eight-foot wave formed. Storm concentrated. Soon the water wall was in motion. Rolling and crashing, slamming into the furniture, sending articles flying. Both women held hands and the intensity grew. Thunder rumbled and an ash lightning rod zipped overhead. They smiled at one another, and Storm chuckled as the commotion ceased.
    “Well, now,” Storm said, her tone cocky. “Seems to me Citun’s got himself a Storm.”
    Ashala smiled. “I’m going to like working with you.”
    Both women high fived.
    * * * *
    “She said to wait, so I waited. And waited. And fucking waited ,” Taft bellowed as he prowled the bridge. “Then I find them together and the little demons have teamed up. Lightning bolts, inside. Thunder, inside. They tried to drown me. A warrior. Citun can you not control the storm that your Storm makes?”
    Citun couldn’t, he’d tried. “They won’t leave each other’s side. Your little demon gives mine the material to work with.”
    “ Ahg ,” Taft yelled. “I’ve had a hard on for two days. My fucking cock enters a room ten seconds before I do.”
    The mental image made Citun chuckle but he concurred. He was having his own issues. Both females stayed in the same room right beside him. When females were close to warriors their needs built. The reaction was age old, the urge to create an offspring was hard to resist. The sheer fact he would prove to be the dominant was killing him. His desire to Holiday was so strong he vaguely remembered a dream involving Storm and woke up stroking and crooning to his pillow.
    How embarrassing.
    Citun ran his hands down the sides of his face in exasperation. Containing the two females didn’t seem to be helping his other warriors. Each level of his ship was grouchy to the point his warriors were snarling at each other. Jari seemed as agitated as Taft, and he had no clue why. Citun wondered if it was because Jari had Holidayed before and had never produced a son. A human female could be kept by a warrior, so would any offspring, but Jari was insistent he had no desire for either female, which was odd.
    They needed a good battle or a mission. If he took the warriors home to Holiday, Citun had no doubt every one of his warriors would dominate their Zargonnii females, and that would cause a rift between human females and Zargonnii females. With Ashala being another type of alien