Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Yes, Master,” she gasps. “Oh, please, Zander.”
I know she’s not begging me to stop, but to go on.
“If you are weary, the rest of the planet can wait. You will delegate your duties and take time for yourself. Am I clear?” To make my point, I deliver five hard spanks, and she shrieks in alarm.
I flip her up to straddle my lap, cupping her hot cheeks in my palms. “Am I, love?” I murmur softly, allowing one of the sensitive tips of my horns to nuzzle into her silky hair.
“Yes, my lord.” Her expression shows desperation, pleading.
“Ready for your vecking?”
“Yes, please.” Her tone is sweet and small. Pleading.
I can’t stop the feral grin that stretches across my face. “Good girl.” I pick her up and carry her to the hoverdisk—the floating oval platform we sleep on.
I lay her down and drag my horns across her breasts, down her belly. I use one horn to nudge her clitoris, and she grabs my head, rubbing against it.
I growl. “Veck!” It’s too much. My own need rises like a wild beast. I fall on her, clamping my hands around her delicate wrists and pinning her down. With one brutal thrust, my cock spears her.
Her pleasure cry makes my horns throb even more. I thrust so hard, her body slides across the bed covering. I shift to clamp a hand at the place where shoulder meets neck, so I can hold her in place.
“Take it, little human,” I growl, even though she offers no resistance. Even though she lifts her legs to wrap around my back and pull me in even harder.
“Yes!” she gasps. “Please, Zander.”
I veck her brutally, my control undone with her breathy cries. Nothing but the need to dominate my mate, to give her every measure of my lust, overtakes me.
My rigid horns pulse, hard as stone. “Now, beautiful. Come, Lamira,” I order.
Her green eyes lock on mine and there’s an exquisite pause, like the space between breaths. Then we both come with the explosion of a supernova. I don’t stop thrusting hard the entire time, my rainbow-hued cum filling her tight squeezing passage and spilling out between us.
When we’ve both finished, I slow to a stop and hover over her, pressing my forehead to hers, breathing in her breath.
An aftershock ripples through her and her pussy clenches around my cock again and then she stares sightlessly through me.
I still, recognizing the sign of a vision coming to her. In the stillness, my malehood pulses and twitches inside her, but neither of us move.
Finally, she blinks, and her chest fills with air. “A human slave escaped this planet rotation.”
I tilt my head, wondering why this would be important.
“She stowed away on a Zandian ship to petition you for asylum.”
Still, I wait.
“Her escape will bring things to a head with the Ocretions. They will discover the relative freedom you’ve granted humans here and will fear that every human in the galaxy will attempt to escape to Zandia.”
My jaw hardens and I pull out, dropping to my side next to my lovely mate. “We will return the slave, then. We are not in a position to risk war with Ocretia. They’re far too powerful.” We only won our planet back from the Finn a few short solar cycles ago and our population is near extinction.
Lamira pales, her eyes wide in her face. “My lord, you cannot. This human’s destiny is tied to Zandia’s, just as mine was. It has been seen in visions other than mine.” She swallows. “Besides, if it’s not this one, it will be the next. You know this conflict is inevitable.”
I frown, not over this situation—we have dealt with worse. More because my plan to settle my mate into sleep has been thwarted. I need to redirect this conversation if I want to succeed. I stroke away the creases on her forehead. “Yes, I suppose it is. I’ll call a council meeting to discuss it. You rest, love. Thank you for your prophecy.”
She blinks at me for a moment, then relaxes, nestling into my chest. I stroke her arms and back until she drifts into slumber, then get up to call my council.
It seems we have a diplomatic nightmare about to open up.
Chapter 5
Taisha
“Your name.” He barks the question like an order, standing with his arms crossed over his chest.
I gulp the fluid in my mouth and jerk, my whole body involved, and cough. I struggle to my feet with the bottle and my cuffs, and stumble, my head groggy.
In a flash he’s beside me. “Do not stand.” Now he seems irritated that I tried to show respect. “You need to rest.” He puts his hands on my shoulders.
I gasp at his nearness. My heart pounds and I drop the tube. I open my mouth and make a small squeak, because the mere touch of his fingers to my body—skin on skin through the weave of the shawl, sets me aflame. Instantly my blood is hot and I feel it pounding in my neck, my wrists, and Mother Earth, somewhere deep inside my core, a secret place.