Fantasy Warrior by Jaylee Davis Page B

make trouble, Kord. You know what will happen.”
    Kord came to an abrupt halt. He looked over at the other man and snarled. Pam followed his gaze. An older Tauran man, about mid to late fifties was her guess, stood nearby. His uniform was dark brown. The intense determination showing in his expression gave her a chill. Another man stood beside him. She saw that this one wore the same blue-colored uniform of the spacers. Since Kord wasn’t actually growling, she figured the Tauran men stood just on the outside edge of her barbarian’s comfort zone. No matter, he stepped in front of her, shielding her from them. Curiosity made her peek around him.
    “Be at ease, Kord,” the other man said. “The general trusts you. It’s just a reminder.”
    “I’m in control, Captain Bane. May we proceed?” To her ears, Kord sounded calmer, but still impatient.
    The captain’s curious gaze shifted to her. “Welcome aboard the Defiance , human female. Do you have a name?”
    “Her name is Sandra,” Kord blurted, giving her no chance to respond or correct the lie.
    Pam shivered involuntarily. Under normal circumstances, she’d have been furious if a man spoke for her, but right then, she was just relieved when Kord ushered her away from the two officers and out of the huge spacecraft hangar. The steady tread of Thoren’s booted feet pounding after them added to her relief. Wherever Kord was taking her, she hoped there’d be a warm shower. A comfortable bed would be nice. Hiding under a blanket for the rest of her life sounded like a good idea too.
    Pam scurried to keep up with the large men, taking two steps to their one. Kord stayed by her side as they traveled down a broad corridor. The two warriors in the lead stopped in front of a doorway, which was wider than the others she’d seen. One pressed his palm against the surface and the door-sized panels parted.
    An elevator of some kind, was her first thought. Like an obedient sacrificial lamb, she followed Kord inside. The floor of the confined cubicle was round, the walls cylindrical. He gently shoved her against the wall before he turned his back on her. Without making a sound, the chamber shot upward at an incredible speed. Caught off guard, Pam yelped and threw her arms around him to steady herself. She held on tight. A couple of the men chuckled.
    Kord twisted his upper body around to look at her. Not loosening her grip, Pam gazed at him. An eager grin from her barbarian greeted her. “The lift is fast. We’re almost there,” he said. “Patience.”
    His explanation confused her until she realized where her hands had landed. Her arms surrounded his hips and her palms were spread across his groin. She immediately shifted her hold higher to grip his waist. Shame faced, she groaned, too humiliated to speak in front of the others.
    More laughter erupted from them until Kord snarled, and ordered, “Enough.”
    To her relief, they stopped. More than anything, she wanted to bitch Kord out for being such an overbearing ass. It wasn’t as if there was anything poking out of there for her to grab. Dickless barbarian.
    The lift came to a stop a few seconds afterward. Kord blocked her way until the other men exited. Then, to her surprise, he turned around and picked her up before stepping into the corridor. Without a word, he carried her down the passageway. She watched the other warriors back far away from an open doorway. Kord came to a halt in front of the opening, and Pam noticed three cot-like beds lined up against the hallway wall.
    “We’ll take shifts guarding the door. No one will enter until…” Thoren’s gaze shifted to Pam, then back to Kord. “Until you’re done.”
    She might be tired and brain addled, but even she knew Thoren was being evasive. And there should be four beds in the hall, not three. Apparently, these guys took Kord’s claim about her being his mate as fact. This can’t be real, this can’t be real … No matter how many times she repeated