Tecliss sparks gracian m.., p.16
Teclis's Sparks (Gracian Mates Book 3),
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Trian had Ausk keep a regular eye on Luke to make sure he didn’t seek any revenge on Crimson.
“Are you warm enough, me unum?” Teclis asked, wrapping an arm around her waist.
“Yes. This is wonderful. Did you know this structure is as high as an eighty-one story building?”
“I do now.” Teclis laughed.
“Everywhere we go or have been is…awesome. I still find it hard to believe that I’m doing all this or have you guys.”
“We have something to ask you.” Teclis released her waist and turned her around to face him.
He and Coil stood before her in tight-fitting jeans and white shirts. The slight wind from being up so high didn’t seem to bother them at all. At the moment, it didn’t bother her either. She felt hot just looking at them; they were mighty fine pieces of artwork. She knew in great detail what the material hid underneath it. She could almost imagine their tanned skin, their hard, muscled bodies over her, in her…
“You keep looking at us like that and we will zap you back to the hotel faster than you can think anything else.” Teclis grinned.
Crimson blushed. “What do you wish to ask?” She held up a finger to halt them a second before adding, “Make it quick, the hotel sounds really good right now.” She clenched her thighs together to ebb the ache in her clit.
She was shocked to see both of her warriors suddenly kneel before her, each of them producing a small, black box from the pocket of their jeans.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice husky with the lump growing in her throat.
Teclis and Coil shared a look before popping open the boxes. Inside each one was a small, iridescent ring. They were gorgeous. Even in the night light, they shimmered.
“We have had these for a while, but were unsure if you would want to wear them after… well…” It was hard to see Teclis, her alpha warrior, struggle for words.
Coil, also seeing Tec’s conflict, spoke up. “Before our planet was destroyed, we lived happy and contented lives. When two sparks found each other and mated, the males would often give the female a piece of jewelry to wear, something they made by hand.”
“One of the last things I did before burying my mater was to take the ring my pater made her, with the intent to give it to my spark when I found her,” Teclis said. “I wanted her, or him,” he said, glancing toward Coil, “to have something of our home, of my family before.” Sadness shone in his eyes when he mentioned his parents. “But when I offered the ring to Coil he declined with the hope that one day we would find you. Instead, he had the computer copy it so we could give you a matching pair.”
“But we have been together months. Why now? Why here?”
A sheepish look came over both of her males’ faces.
“Amelia.” Coil grimaced. “After you told her we were going to Paris, she informed us that this is the most romantic place to ask someone to be theirs, to marry them.”
Crimson paled at the word marry. It wasn’t that she was afraid to spend the rest of her life with Teclis and Coil. She loved them with her whole heart. Not only that, they had treated her with nothing but love and kindness. It was more to do with the feeling of being chained down.
Suddenly, both of her warriors stood.
“I told you this would be a bad idea,” Coil said, annoyed, pulling Crimson against his body, her head resting on his chest.
“No.” Crimson shook her head, pulling back to look up at them both. “I want to spent my life with you, to go on the many adventures before our children come along and even after. It was the word marry that gave me the heebie-jeebies.”
“Are you unwell?” Teclis asked, alarmed. “How can a word do such a thing?”
Crimson snorted unladylike, and then laughed. She knew she shouldn’t be amused at her warriors’ horror, but even though they had all been traveling and mixing in with the people of Earth for a good five months, her Gracian warriors still took things rather literal.
“Perhaps we should zap her straight to the pod?” Coil asked.
“I’m okay, I promise,” she said, finally able to get her breathing under control. “Heebie-jeebies is like someone walking over your grave.” Oh God, she thought before she finished. Seeing their faces, she knew she’d just dug a small hole bigger. “No, wait,” she said, holding up her hand. “Never mind. I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?” Coil asked, pulling her back against his hard body.
“You don’t have to wear these rings,” Teclis said, the lid on his box closing with a pop. He was about to place it back in his pocket when she stopped him.
“You said combining Earth with Gracian. Does that mean you wish to marry me or just wear your mother’s ring as if we are?”
“To wear them, Crimson. We already know the tough time you have had being married. We are tied together in a whole different manner. It’s soul deep, not material. We know at times we will upset you or make you angry. But we would never raise a hand toward you, unless of course it’s to redden that sweet backside of yours.”
Crimson’s cheeks heated at the memory of Teclis doing just that last night.
“We are asking to be yours, Crimson, to wear a small symbol that allows others to know this.”
“Yes,” she replied simply. If she wasn’t already in love with these two huge alien men, she would be now.
When Teclis withdrew his ring from his box, she offered him her left hand. He went to slide the band on her middle finger.
“That’s the wrong one,” she said, stopping him.
“Because of how you felt with your wedding band, we thought it might be better if we were to place it on your middle finger where your iungo is. One on each hand.”
Crimson sighed. Her males had thought of everything. She nodded, allowing him to finish placing the ring on her, her eyes welling up with happy tears. Coil added his onto her right hand, on the same finger. She kissed both males, one after the other, pouring in all the passion and love she felt for them.
“I love you,” she said to each man.
“We love you, me unum, for all time.”
* * * *
Amelia panted and flopped onto Trian’s chest. “It always gets better.” She sighed.
Trian’s chest vibrated as he chuckled.
“Captain?” Iryano’s voice came over the ship’s comm.
Amelia knew something had to be up for their second-in-command to disturb Trian during his rest period. She was only glad he hadn’t comm’d a few moments before.
“Trian here.”
“Sir, we’ve just received a message from the Viktor.”
“Isn’t that the ship Loopa was commanding?”
“Yes, sir. He says they are having trouble on the other side of the wormhole. It would seem the Lesh have decided to stop any of our ships continuing through it and have chosen to attack them if they try.”
“Frinx!” Trian planted a brief kiss on Amelia’s forehead and moved to sit up. He quickly stood and walked over to the wardrobe, taking out a new, clean uniform.
“He also informs us he has a few passengers that belong to us.”
“Oh really?” Trian asked.
“Fortua, Basup, and the human female Zoe.”
“Zoe?” Amelia smiled, getting out of bed herself and rushing to find a gown.
“What happened to their ship, the Jupion?”
“Captain Loopa didn’t say.”
“Inform Loopa we will be on our way to aid them. Send a message to the Challenge, and ask Captain Zenda to join us.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Trian out.”
Amelia stopped what she was doing when she felt more than heard Trian’s ‘I am the captain’ silence. She looked up at him to see he was about to deny she accompany him.
“Don’t!” She waggled her finger. “Don’t you tell me no. I want to be there when Zoe comes aboard, I want to see her face on the screen when you contact Captain Loopa. Not only that, Faith will be with both of us if anything happens, instead of her zapping to you and leaving me worried.”
Trian sighed but remained silent. Amelia knew she’d won and quickly finished dressing. She couldn’t wait to see Zoe safe and sound. She also wanted to know if Zoe, Basup, and Fortua were going to be another trio like Crimson, Coil, and Teclis.
Just the thought of Crimson and how happy she was now brought a sense of peace to Amelia. She couldn’t wait to see her friend again in a few months. After Crimson had confided in her about her pregnancy over the comm, Amelia had warned her to be back on the Gemorph before she was due to give birth. Crimson agreed.
“Ready?” Trian asked.
“You go, do your zappy thing.” Amelia chuckled to her spark. “I’ll get the baby and do my walking thing.”
Trian held out his hands toward Amelia and went to pull her against him when suddenly his arms were fully of a baby. Faith had yet again zapped to her father.
Amelia and Trian looked at each other in shock.
“I don’t know how she does it.” Trian shook his head, curling his arms around his precious load.
Together, Amelia and Trian walked to the bridge of the Gemorph with their youngling securely held in her pater’s arms.
About T. Cobbin
Early on in her life Trish often wrote stories as an escape, but she took a break when she became a full-time mother to three children. Once her children were grown and flew the coop, expanding their own families and giving her five wonderful grandchildren, she was left with some spare time and decided to put pen to paper again. She lives in the UK with her faithful dogs Jellybean and Pudding, and a door that is never closed to family.
T. Cobbin’s Website:
www.tcobbin.co.uk
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About the Gracian Mates Series
Book 1: Trian’s Spark
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Book 2: Koop’s Spark
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Book 3: Teclis’s Sparks
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Trian’s Spark
Gracian Mates, Book 1
Can a human female really be an alien’s destined mate?
Amelia is on holiday, hiking in Scotland, when a weird-shaped dart hits her in the neck. Almost immediately, she loses consciousness. Waking up some time later, she discovers she’s being held captive on an alien spaceship along with twenty other women.
The Gracian race is nearing extinction. They’ve spent years in space searching for compatible females. Complicating the situation further, not just any female will do—the Gracians are only able to have children with their eternal mate, also known as their spark.
Trian, a Gracian warrior and the captain of the Gemorph, knows he’s reached that stage in his life where he must find his spark soon or he’ll ‘flare’ and succumb to death. Basically, he’s a ticking time bomb.
While exploring a new part of space, the Gemorph comes across Earth and finds a Lesh ship cruising nearby. The Lesh are notorious for kidnapping females and selling them off to be slaves. Trian vows that he will protect these females and prevent them from suffering that cruel fate.
When they rescue the human females, Trian is intrigued by a beautiful woman named Amelia, and he begins to suspect she could in fact be his spark. But she’s not at all happy about her current situation, so he’ll have to proceed cautiously. They’ll have to take things slow, despite the fact he could flare and die at any moment.
Content Warning: contains strong language, some violence, and lots of hot, steamy sex scenes
Koop’s Spark
Gracian Mates, Book 2
Can a kidnap victim overcome her distress by helping the species that saved her?
Maggie is among a group of human women who were kidnapped by aliens. The Lesh intended to sell them into slavery, but thankfully, before that could happen, they were rescued by the Gracians. All Maggie wants to do is return home to her twin sister and her life as an architect. But the women’s rescuers have informed them they cannot return home. Maggie is despondent as she struggles to accept her new life aboard the Gemorph.
Among the kidnapped victims, several Gracians have found their sparks, or mates. They are ecstatic as their race was in danger of becoming extinct, but now they have hope for survival. They want to visit Earth to see if more mates can be located, but first they need to train to become more human-like. They ask Maggie to help in that endeavor. As part of the plan, she gets to return to Earth, for a short time at least, and will ask her sister for assistance with executing the first step of the plan.
Koop is an officer on the Gemorph. When his captain asks him to work with Maggie, one of the human females, to create an area for their warriors to train in, Koop accepts the challenge. But things don’t go as planned when a human custom of shaking hands goes wrong. As soon as the pair touch, it’s obvious that they are sparks.
But Maggie has struggled so hard with the idea of being on the Gemorph, unable to resume her life on Earth. How will she deal with being a Gracian’s spark? Koop would never force her to accept him, but if she doesn’t, it’s a death sentence for him…literally.
Content Warning: contains strong language, some violence, and lots of hot, steamy sex scenes
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Back Cover Copy
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Author's Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
About T. Cobbin
About the Gracian Mates Series
Trian's Spark
Koop's Spark
T. Cobbin, Teclis's Sparks (Gracian Mates Book 3)
