8
Seth
As I escorted my mate down the hall to her first day at her new post on Commander Karter's control deck, I worried, but I also felt a unique sense of pride.
Chloe was dressed in civilian officer’s clothes, the pale cream color making her skin and hair look even more vibrant. She wore no makeup—not that many females on the ship did—and didn't need any. Her black lashes framed her green eyes to perfection. As we walked, I couldn't tear my gaze from her curves, the ones I’d touched and kissed the night before. I couldn't stop thinking about what we’d done, how she’d submitted to us. And now, I couldn't stop staring at the command bars on her collar and chest. My mate was a f*****g commander. She outranked almost everyone in this entire battlegroup except Commander Karter himself and
