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Authors: Jessica A Kong
A Forgotten Kitten (Sea-anan Saga Book 2)
Copyright © 2013 Jessica A Kong
All rights reserved.
ISBN-10: 1482713489
EAN-13: 9781482713480
eBook ISBN: 978-1-63001-898-6
Library of Congress Control Number: 2013904639
CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
North Charleston, SC
Sev eagerly absorbed Areo’s soft sob. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her against his bare torso. Their heated kiss continued. Neither wanted it to end; neither wanted to release the dream.
Sev felt her fingers rake through his hair. Moaning, Areo pulled his head closer. He responded with a moan of his own and a tighter embrace.
Areo’s scent changed. It became stronger, more potent, and mingled with a perfume that was vaguely familiar to Sev. It aroused him and made it impossible for him to keep his hands on her waistline.
Sev first lowered his right hand, then his left, so he could cup Areo’s shapely buttocks. Areo snatched his tongue and tugged hard as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Electricity ripped through Sev’s core. His eyes shot open as a great need to absorb this enchantress filled him.
I dedicate this book to my childhood friend, Lavern Smith. Her advice and guidance has helped me through the lowest times of my life. She is, and will forever be, my best friend and sister.
Contents
Friday, the 15th of May, Year 2020
Oceanica
On the plush, emerald planet of Oceanica, the cool morning air still carried along its currents the burning scent of fragrant wood and prayers for peace from the night before.
Oceanica was once a lawless planet. Rivalries between barbarous and civilized villages resulted in periodic pillaging for food and goods for bartering. The young children were kidnapped and forced to work in enemy fields. Anyone who stood up against these raiding tribes was slaughtered.
Those behind the prayers believed their creator had answered in the form of powerful felines who had arrived on a
warship three years prior. There were noticeable changes in the level of chaos outside their villages. Peace was no longer a myth, but something that could be obtained in time if they worked together with the aliens. Therefore, hopeful eyes looked skyward, anticipating the arrival of the feline fleet that would announce a permanent change to their warlike planet.
To the alien cats already there, the crisp morning air reminded them of their dismal situation. Their homeworld, Oceana, had been an aquamarine, watery planet with a universal humid climate, plentiful resources for food and shelter, and one intelligent life form.
Unfortunately, in the course of a week, a series of earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and tidal waves had assaulted their beloved planet. Many felines were killed in the devastation before leading scientists discovered that Oceana had slipped from its orbit and was on a collision course with its sun. It could not be saved. The race’s only chance of survival was to leave the security of the peaceful world they knew and to embark on a journey filled with aliens and uncertainties.
The feline nation was proud and strong. They had never experienced adversities or defeat in battle. Because of this, they believed themselves to be a superior race and viewed aliens as beneath them; having them as new neighbors made no difference. Admitting any shortcomings or seeking aid or associations with these aliens was never an option. They had survived the last three years only because the new feline king, Sev, understood that survival depended on altering their traditional way of life.
Luckily, Sev was intelligent enough to welcome the aliens into their midst. At his insistence, his warriors, the Seacats, had learned how to produce crops and make tailored clothing. They, in turn, passed the knowledge on to their citizens.
Despite these dramatic lifestyle changes, the Oceanan laws remained the same. One in particular stated that the feline nation must remain pure. Anyone who broke this law would be stripped of all possessions and wealth and banished from their homeland. The story behind the creation of this law was highlighted and
marked by a ribbon within the covers of the ancient royal law book located in the castle’s library.
Dawn’s first rays crept along the forest’s dewy canopy toward the newly constructed silver castle. Its location was on the plateau of a high mountain. From the main control room, the king kept a watchful eye upon all those who resided in his new pride lands and on any vessels that wandered too close to the planet uninvited.
The Seacats within awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and flapping their wings. Inch by inch, the sun’s rays made their way over the intimidating architecture and penetrated the glass ceiling of the king’s bedroom.
Bathed in golden warmth, Sev’s aroused form increased in temperature. His dream was unbelievable. For the past two months, he had dreamt of being held by sensual arms and of kissing soft petal lips. While he enjoyed the feel of his dream lover’s small, solid frame beneath his, Sev caressed her tight feminine curves. Her eagerness fueled his passion. Slowly, his lips traveled over her face to the curve of her neck. The taste of her was unlike anything he knew of in the real realm.
Sev loved to possess her. It was like being possessed. If he had ever felt happier or more at ease than when he was with her, he could not recall it. Perhaps he would feel differently if he could remember his life before boarding the
Emerald Tiger.
But, alas, those memories were lost to him. For now, in his dream lover’s arms was where Sev longed to be. It was a place he never wanted to leave when the night ended. And letting her go each morning was getting harder.
Sev wondered who she could be. The woman never manifested completely. She had neither a face nor a body. It was like making love to a ghost. He knew she was there by the sweetness of her scent, the satiny feel of her skin, the sultry taste of her lips, and her throaty groans of pleasure.
She left Sev each morning with an ache to return to her phantom embrace. He longed to know who she was. The only change since the dreams had started was in the intensity of their passion. Their couplings never failed to leave him panting and itching for more.
Sev grabbed his lover’s long strands in his hands while his body raced toward the most desired results of the dream. He smoothed back her hair from her forehead. Suddenly, the ecstasy on his face changed to confusion. Her skin felt wet and sticky. Sev paused in his attack on her body and examined his right hand. His rampant heartbeat stopped.
His senses were slow to register the metallic scent in the air or the red liquid smeared on his palm and fingers.
Blood?
He smelled it then. An acrid stench of decaying flesh permeated the air, causing him to gag.
Death!
