Subservience

  Subservience

  Chandra Ryan

  Universal Defiance, Book Five

  Harlow is a Subservient, created to serve the military’s needs. Even though her kind’s been freed and she’s managed to become a military captain, she still struggles with relating to humans, many of whom hate or fear her. So when a hot new navigator comes aboard her ship and she can’t stop imagining him naked above her, she has no idea how to handle the pleasurable distraction.

  Parker is a genetically engineered soldier, modified to be the strongest, brightest and fastest. But not even he is strong enough to fight the pull between him and his new captain.

  As their attraction grows and the affair deepens, they have to work together to stop a political coup. If they fail, Harlow will lose the ship she loves. Parker doesn’t know if she’s capable of sharing his feelings, but he’s willing to risk it all to protect her.

  A Romantica® sci-fi erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

  Subservience

  Chandra Ryan

  Chapter One

  Standing with the other new arrivals, Parker watched the two people square off in front of him. They hadn’t even made it off the hangar deck of the massive prison-transport ship and already there was a problem. Thankfully, though, it was somebody else in trouble this time.

  “I don’t think the new XO likes playing with my kind.” The captain braced her hands on her hips, making the light wool of her skirt wrinkle around her fists.

  “I haven’t voiced any complaint, sir.”

  Parker almost chuckled at the XO’s words. He remembered the man from combat training. He was the type who could always find something to complain about. And if whining to the superior officers didn’t get him what he wanted he’d turn to bullying the lower-ranked soldiers. Parker, for one, was glad this captain was calling him on his bullshit.

  “No. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have any.”

  “And how would you know that, sir?” There was an evil glint in the XO’s eyes. “I was given my assignment and I’m reporting. Unless you’re reading me.”

  “The only thing I’m reading is that chip on your shoulder. And it’s so damn large I’m pretty sure everybody else can see it just as clearly as I can.”

  “I don’t have anything on my shoulders but my rank bars, sir.”

  “That’s good to hear. So you’ll be able to follow my orders? Without question?” Her back was straight and her chin held high.

  “I’m a soldier. We’re trained to follow the orders of our superiors, regardless of personal feelings, sir.”

  “So you do have personal feelings toward me. Well. Color me surprised. I’m flattered.” Her snort was sharp with disdain.

  “Fine. You want me to be straight with you? My obedience you get because of the uniform. But my respect and trust? No sir. I don’t trust Subs.”

  Parker took a step closer and stood ready to intervene on the captain’s behalf. But the look of defiance she shot him was enough to make him take the step back again. She was shorter than the XO and with her blonde hair pulled back into a severe bun her delicately feminine features were absurdly pronounced. But still she had an air of strength and authority to her that was palpable. She was going to handle this and he wasn’t about to argue with her.

  “And I can’t have an XO who doesn’t trust me. Get the hell off my ship.”

  “You can’t do that. Do you know who I am? Who my father is?”

  “Of course. You’re Colonel Speck’s kid. And I assure you, I can.”

  “He won’t stand for me being treated like this. You know, they’re working on legislation that’d bar your kind from captaining a vessel. Captains would have to have citizenship. You remove me from duty and you’re arguing their case for them. Turning away a highly decorated XO because of a personality conflict won’t look good for your decision-making skills.”

  “Good luck to them. If a citizen wanted to captain the Tempest I’d have been out of a job years ago.” She nodded to the heavily armed security officer. “Please escort Lieutenant Commander Speck back to the surface.” Then, turning her attention back to Speck, she said, “I’m looking forward to hearing what becomes of your sorry ass. Disciplinary removal from an assignment is sure to leave a mark. After all, a captain is still a captain regardless of her citizenship status or her refusal to kiss Fleet’s ass.”

  It seemed to be the first time he’d considered the consequences of his words since he’d started antagonizing the captain. The color drained from his face and he opened his mouth to say something but only mumbled stutters escaped him as the security officer grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward a shuttle.

  The captain seemed not to notice, though, as she turned her back to Speck and began evaluating the rest of them. “Any other new arrivals have a problem with serving under a Sub? Or serving on this ship?” Her eyes locked with his and Parker could see the golden flecks of anger shimmering in their warm-brown depths. “Have a problem serving under a woman?”

  “No sir.” He’d requested this assignment. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

  She looked over his uniform appraisingly, her attention directed to the insignia on his collar. “You’re the new navigator.”

  “Yes sir.”

  “I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

  “Sorry, sir.”

  She shook her head at his answer before glancing at the rest of the group. A look of irritation swept over her face. “What are you all standing around for? You’re dismissed.” No one moved at her words. “Go report to your station officers.”

  Not knowing exactly whom he was supposed to report to, Parker turned slowly but was stopped by her voice. “Except you, Navigator. I need to discuss something with you.”

  He could hear the click of her heeled boots against the ship’s metal floor as she came to stand next to him. “Yes sir.”

  “Follow me, Lieutenant.”

  As they made their way out of the hangar he quickly became fascinated by the rhythmic sway of her hips. She was wearing a standard military dress uniform but the black skirt looked far better on her than anyone else he’d ever seen wearing it.

  “What do you know about the Subs, Lieutenant?” She’d softened her tone but her voice still crackled with authority.

  “I know they were designed by a geneticist to replace enhanced soldiers.” He was, after all, one of those enhanced soldiers she’d been created to supplant. But he didn’t know much more than that. Well, he did know one other thing. “And I know you’re the only one ever allowed to wear a uniform, sir.”

  “We were created by a geneticist,” she corrected, “so we could serve humanity. Hence the name Subservient.”

  That was a tidbit of trivia he wouldn’t have felt comfortable saying. Reminding one’s captain she’d been made to serve his kind was as good as having a death wish in his book.

  “And yes. I am the only one ever allowed into the military.” She glanced at him over her shoulder as she smiled with apparent pride. “None of the others wanted it as badly as I did.”

  “You wanted to serve?”

  She turned away and he found he missed seeing the play of emotions on her face. “It’s what I was created to do. Someone’s not paying attention.” The words were said in a singsong voice that took the sting out of the reprimand.

  “Sorry, sir.”

  “Do you know what makes the Subs different from each other?”

  He had to move to the right to avoid a group of crew members who’d just come out of a connecting corridor. “No sir. I do not.” More so he didn’t really care. The only things that mattered to him were the four golden bars resting on her collar.

  She stopped suddenly, turning to face him. “Each group was created with
a different ability. Subservients Type One are telepathic. I’m a Sub One.”

  That explained Speck’s comment about her reading him and her reaction to it. “Good to know, sir.” Even though he was uncomfortable knowing that she could read his mind he still held her gaze and refused backing down an inch. She was his captain. And he did trust her.

  “I’ll ask you again. Do you have a problem serving under a woman, Lieutenant?”

  “No sir.”

  “That’s good. I’m not looking for a fucking knight in shining armor. I can handle my own battles. Am I clear?”

  “Crystal, sir.”

  “Good to hear, Lieutenant.”

  As they started walking again he tried to focus on the ship around him. It seemed safer to concentrate on the soft aroma of metal mixed with oil and to notice the dings and the occasional rust spot than to think about what she’d just told him. Or worse—the soft curve of her hip as it swept into the arch of her tight ass and then dropped down to her smooth thighs. He caught his gaze returning to her body but quickly jerked it back to the corridor. He needed to stay focused on the Tempest.

  He’d been on several vessels in his military career but this one was very different. The other ships had been crammed with store-bought personality as though they were overcompensating for the fact they were metal cans flying through vacuous space. The walls had been painted in warm hues, the floors padded with lush carpeting and potted plants had been scattered throughout the corridors. The Tempest, however, didn’t seem interested in selling the lie. Every inch of it screamed functionality, from the metal-paneled walls to the grated steel floors of the corridors.

  “Metal is easy to hose down.”

  He didn’t know which was more unsettling—her answering his thoughts or the actual reason. “Hose down, sir?”

  “Yes. Hose down, Lieutenant. This is a real ship with a real purpose. And sometimes blood is shed protecting it. Does that bother you?”

  They turned down an adjacent corridor and walked past a group of techs comparing notes from their handheld computers.

  “No sir. I was told this was a dangerous assignment when I requested it.”

  “You requested to be on the Tempest?”

  He could hear the surprise in her voice. “Yes sir.”

  “Why the hell would you do something like that, Lieutenant?”

  “After my time with the Coalition, there weren’t many assignments open to me.” Prime Minister Lee had welcomed any soldier who fought with the Coalition’s rebel army back after the peace accords had been signed. But just because Lee felt charitable didn’t mean his officers did. The Coalition’s uprising against the government had been over for more than a decade but some still held a grudge. Sure, they would never put anything in writing when it came time for reports but they were experts in letting a soldier know he was unwelcome without actually saying a word. “When I saw the Tempest on the list I knew this was it for me. I wanted to learn from the best and I heard that was you, sir.”

  “I don’t appreciate ass-kissers.”

  “And since you can read minds, you know I’m not kissing ass, sir.”

  She chuckled so softly he almost thought he’d imagined it. “I’m having a hard time believing anyone called a Sub ‘the best’ at anything. Especially when that Sub is me.”

  “Some people don’t care about where we come from, sir. Only about what we do once we arrive.”

  She stopped in front of a hatch and slid an ID card over the reader. He could tell by the four gold bars engraved in the door that they were at her quarters. “And you’re one of those people, Lieutenant?”

  “I am, sir.” It was one of the few things he could thank his childhood for. Scraping himself off the bottom of the barrel made him pay more attention to a person’s character and accomplishments than her social standing.

  “In that case, welcome aboard.”

  She stepped into the room, which left him two options—follow or stand outside awkwardly. Deciding to follow, he was initially surprised. Thick carpet cushioned his military-issue boots and the walls had been painted a deep crimson. On one side of the room there was a neatly organized desk and on the other was a sitting area made up of a couch, two chairs and a coffee table. It was definitely a room not suitable for hosing down.

  “Sit. I need to dig up the nav charts and some lieutenant-commander bars.”

  Not believing what he’d just heard, he sank into the chair. “Lieutenant commander, sir?”

  “Yeah, lieutenant commander. If a ship doesn’t have an XO, the navigator becomes the acting XO until a new one is assigned. And you can’t be an XO with a rank lower than lieutenant commander.”

  He was surprisingly disappointed by her words. It wasn’t the promotion. No, he wanted to be XO. But he wanted the job and the rank because he’d earned it. Because he’d worked his ass off for it. Not because he’d been in the right place at the wrong time.

  “It’s best not to question good fortune, Lieutenant. You may not believe you earned the promotion, but I assure you, I’ll make you work your ass off to keep it.”

  She took off her jacket to reveal the simple white tank she wore under it. Its tight fit hugged her breasts and skimmed over her flat abs enticingly. Throwing the jacket onto the other chair, she walked over to the desk and started rummaging through it.

  “Here they are.” She stood triumphantly with a wicked smile that made his pulse race. She had two handheld computers clutched tightly in her grasp.

  “The nav charts?”

  “Yes.” She crossed the room to stand in front of him. “All the maximum-security prisons’ locations are on these. Which makes this highly classified information. And now that you’re here, they’re your problem. Anything happens to the devices and it’s your ass. Am I clear?”

  Taking the devices, he felt the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders. “Yes sir.”

  “Good. One less thing for me to worry about.” She turned away from him before walking over to one of the decanters on the desk. “And when we’re alone you don’t have to call me sir. It gets annoying.”

  “What should I call you then?”

  He watched her pour an amber-colored liquid into two glasses.

  “Harlow.” She handed him one of the drinks.

  “You have a very interesting name.”

  “Thanks. I picked it myself.”

  “Harlow it is. I’m Parker. Max Parker.”

  “I know.” She winked before bringing the drink to her lips and throwing the glass back. She didn’t even flinch as the strong liquid disappeared into her mouth. He watched her swallow before doing the same with his glass. It was smooth but it still burned. “You were one of the best damn super-soldiers the military had until you switched sides during the war.”

  Surprisingly that hurt even more than the alcohol. But since it was the truth he took a deep breath and let the anger melt away. “They gave me a better deal.”

  “I wasn’t judging you, Parker. They gave me a better one as well.”

  He couldn’t quite contain his startled breath.

  She smiled as she filled her glass again. “At the time, the military couldn’t touch me. It was for my own good. Or so they told me. But I was made to be a soldier. I could feel it in my bones. The Coalition was my only choice. Then when Lee said all Coalition soldiers were welcome back…”

  He waited for her to complete the sentence but when she left it with a shrug he decided to finish it for her. “You came in under the armistice.”

  “I forced my way in through a loophole. Pissed a lot of people off in the process. But I won’t apologize. I’ve worked my ass off to get to where I am.” She sipped at the drink this time. “A Sub’s gotta do what a Sub’s gotta do.”

  “I had no idea.”

  “Not many do. And I’d appreciate it if it stayed that way.” She put the glass down then crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I’m telling you because I want you to know that when I say I’ll giv
e you a fair shot, I mean it.”

  He did feel more at ease knowing they’d walked the same path. “Thank you, sir.”

  “Harlow.” She smiled at the correction. “And don’t mention it. Now that we’ve got that all cleared up, I’ve got a lot to do and you’ve got to get settled into your quarters.”

  “Is that my dismissal?”

  “It most certainly is.”

  “Permission to speak freely?”

  “You always have permission to speak freely aboard my ship.”

  “You seem very…” He paused, trying to find a tactful descriptor.

  “Laid back,” she finished for him. “You’ll find that things are different here. Everyone onboard has lost at least one friend in the line of duty. That gives you a different perspective on life. A different perspective on rules, station and regulations.”

  He stood and put his glass on the low table in front of him. “So you’re not exactly a by-the-book kind of captain.”

  “I’m the kind of captain my crew needs.”

  “Then I don’t know how good a fit I’ll be. Since the military took us back I’ve lived by the book.” It was the only way he could prove he belonged in the military. The other officers could do their worst but as long as he didn’t break the rules they couldn’t force him out.

  “Then you’ll die by the book out here.”

  “A soldier’s gotta do what a soldier’s gotta do.” He noticed her thin smile as he threw her words back at her. “But I understand if you want to reassign me.”

  “No. I think if you give it a shot, you’ll like it here.” She leaned back on the desk as her gaze ran down his body. “I’m not the enemy and this isn’t some test to prove your loyalty. Believe me when I tell you that I like the book too. It’s a good read. But when you’re holding a man half the universe wants dead and the other half wants freed, it can get dicey. Now multiply that by twenty—a hundred on pickup days. Believe me when I tell you, they didn’t write the book for us.”

  He understood what she was saying but rules and regulations were his safety net. They were an objective measure of his loyalty. Still, she was his captain. And if she insisted on him staying he had to follow her orders. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”