Fighting Lory (English Edition) (Lords Of Arr'Carthian 2) by Cathy McAllister

had ever thrown him to the ground and now this woman had come along and laid him flat. The corners of his mouth curled up. If she had at least laid him in a quite different sense he would not, of course, have complained. But he could not and would not allow her to undermine his authority. After all, he was the general here. He was the boss and she would damn well submit or he would tie her up and gag her and …
    He groaned quietly as the image of a bound and naked Lory took shape in his mind. Swearing, he grabbed his crotch as the erotic fantasy caused him to have an extremely painful erection. He first had to go to his quarters to remedy the situation before setting out in search of this nerve-wracking woman and putting her well and truly over his knee.  
    “Ow! Damn,” he groaned as he imagined her round, naked behind and the pleasure that he would gain in tanning her sweet hide.  
    He rushed along the corridor as if he had been bitten by a snake. He took no heed of Amano who was just coming out of his quarters and who leapt back with a perplexed expression to take cover.
    “What is it?” sounded Charly’s voice from Amano’s quarters.
    “If only I knew,” responded Amano, shaking his head.

    ***

    Lory took the lift to the lowest deck of the ship. She was still beside herself and really did feel like smashing even more things to smithereens. It was just infuriating that most things on this damn ship were made of metal and that she had therefore well and truly bruised her hands during her burst of anger in the sick room. She stepped out of the lift and looked around. She appeared to have got into the cargo area. There were different sized bays with all sorts of crates, barrels and machines. Three doors lead off the hall and she approached the nearest one to her.  
    “Well, let’s see,” she murmured, opening the door.
    The sight that met her took her breath away for a moment.
    “Wow! Holy shit!” she uttered in admiration. “That’s unbelievable.”
    The room that she was entering was huge and as high as the whole ship. In the middle there were three high pillars made of a sort of blue crystal. They were shining intensely and lit up the whole room. She approached with care and reached out.
    “Don’t touch!” she heard a rumbling voice behind her and she jumped in shock. “The energy would kill you.”
    She turned round slowly and stared at the man who had appeared behind her as if out of thin air. He was almost as tall as Kordan and had long white hair that went right down to his slim hips. Around his high forehead he was wearing a gold band with strange symbols on it. A gold breastplate covered his broad chest and a blood-red cloak his massive shoulders. Her eyes moved down to his knee-length, kilt-like skirt which was the same color as the cloak but decorated with gold trimmings. On his feet he was wearing black boots that ended just below his knees.
    “Who are you?” she asked tentatively, preparing to fight.  
    “I’m Farron of Arr’Dragon and the chief engineer of the Cordelia . I’m the only Moliwe on this ship. My people do not usually operate with other races. I am, so to speak, the black sheep of my family.”
    He laughed and Lory decided that he was not dangerous.  
    “I’m Lory. Lory Andersson from planet earth. I was abducted.”
    Farron raised an eyebrow.
    “Abducted? And I thought this was a rescue mission.”
    Lory snorted indignantly.
    “My friend and I were doing fine until this blond giant and the would-be Latino burst into our suite and just abducted us. We already had tickets for our flight home and now that was all for nothing.”
    “What’s a would-be Latino?” asked Farron.
    “Oh, that’s not important. As you’re not familiar with my planet you won’t understand. It doesn’t matter anyway. The fact is that I want to go home and not to another damned alien planet. Sorry, I didn’t want to offend you, but …”
    “It’s OK,” Farron brushed it off,