Jaz's Warriors (Bondmates Book 2) Read Free Page B

Matriarch, the term they used for women who married a Kadothian male, could have as many husbands as she wished. Hell, that’s why she was here today, to meet her husband Mavet’s blood brother, Tandar, a man both he and Xentix wished Jaz would consider as a third husband.
    A third husband.
    Good Lord what had she gotten herself into.
    Her bondmates’ worry reached her through their psychic connection and she forced herself to focus on something other than the man they were waiting for. Instead she took in the mass of people filling the Transport Terminal. In a way, it was like a high-tech, minimalist version of Grand Central Station. While the room itself was huge, it was just one of eleven Transport Terminals and they were all this big, or bigger. The ship that housed them was a massive marvel of engineering over three hundred stories high and six city blocks long, but as big as it was, the vessel fairly burst at the seams with people. It was like being on a very luxurious and absolutely astounding cruise ship that was way overbooked.
    There had to be close to a million people onboard, and that made for long lines at the Terminals as a constant stream of Kadothian men, and some Earth women, made the journey back and forth between the Reaping ship and the planet. Jaz, along with Mavet and Xentix, were waiting for a very special visitor and she was having a hard time keeping still, constantly scanning the crowd for a man she’d only seen in pictures…and in her dreams.
    Her pleasant thoughts were interrupted when nearby a young, slender, blonde Earth Matriarch shouted, “I don’t want to wait, make them send us down next. If I miss watching the ball drop in Times Square, you’ll regret it! You promised me we’d be there! I don’t know what the problem is, you’re an Elder Congressman, we shouldn’t have to wait with the rest of the commoners.”
    Anger simmered through Jaz’s bond and she found her first husband, Mavet, staring blandly at the woman throwing a full-on temper tantrum. His long midnight-black hair was pulled back in a braid, and he wore his usual dark green Healer’s armor that accentuated his perfectly muscled body. God, he was hot; like, five-alarm-fire-in-her-panties hot.
    Sensing her arousal through their bond, he turned his gaze to hers and the lovely light blue of his eyes deepened to an almost purple color.
    The woman’s whining rant, loud enough to be heard even over the constant noise of the Terminal, interrupted their hot look and drew Jaz’s attention back to the spoiled brat.
    The woman had an audience now, and she obviously loved the attention. Batting her eyes and giving a good pout, she flipped her hair over her shoulder then crossed her arms. “We’re going to miss it!”
    “Begging your forgiveness, Matriarch Taverty, but we must follow the transportation schedule,” a Teleporter manning the transportation dock said in a loud, irritated voice. “It will not be much longer.”
    “You don’t understand,” she wailed. “We’re going to miss the ball dropping. Why are you being so unfair to me?”
    An unusually strong urge to go over there and gag the bitch had Jaz twitching to move, but she held her composure. The woman causing the disruption wore a black robe with white trim and a ton of shimmering Kadothian jewelry. Jaz studied the man who was gazing down adoringly at the spoiled bitch and grit her teeth. Of course this woman would be his bondmate. They were perfect for each other.
    Vungus, or as she liked to call him, Vungus the Fungus, was a world—no, galaxy -wide class-A dick.
    Having had a run-in with his arrogant ass before, she wasn’t surprised in the least when he made an imperious gesture with a bored look on his pinched face. “I am tired of waiting. We are going—now. Teleporter, clear the platform for us. That’s an order.”
    The Teleporter ignored Vungus and continued to work as a steady stream of people jumped between Earth and the Reaping ship, or