Series: Zandian Brides Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
I shake my head. “I understand why you held back the whole truth. Your lives depended on your secret. I could never fault you for that.” I lift her chin and brush my lips softly across hers. “I love you, sweet human. I don’t ever want to lose you again.”
Tears fill her eyes. “Does that mean I’m still yours?”
I kiss her again, harder this time. A claiming kiss. The kind to make her remember she belongs to me fully.
She responds, looping one slender arm around my neck, the other hand lifting to grasp one of my horns.
My cock and horn instantly go rock hard.
“That’s right, Sia.” There’s a growl in my voice now. “You’re mine. My mate to master. My mate to breed. My mate to demand complete obedience.” I drag my open mouth down the side of her neck, then give her a gentle nip.
“Mmm.” She makes a happy sound.
“And don’t think there won’t be consequences for risking your life.” I put enough heat into my threat to make her moan. “That sweet ass of yours will be sore for days.” I cup her breast and squeeze. “But I promise you’ll love every minute of it.”
Chapter Eighteen
Sia
I lived my entire life on Larew, yet returning to Zandia feels like coming home. Especially with Daven clasping my hand in his. Sweeping me up into his arms before he carries me across the threshold of our domicile.
Axe offered to handle the debrief when we landed, so Daven could take me straight home.
Because I do have a home now. It’s with Daven. On this beautiful planet, with these brave and honorable beings–both Zandian and human alike.
Tears leak from my eyes at the beauty of it.
Daven goes still when he scents them. “Are you afraid of your punishment, little one?”
I smile and shake my head. “No, Master. I’m happy.”
His brow furrows. “You’re happy, so you cry?”
I give a watery laugh. “Yes. It’s a release of emotions. Humans sometimes cry when they are happy.”
His brow smooths, and he strides to the washtube on long legs. “Do I make you happy, sweet girl?”
“Yes, Master.”
“How happy?”
He sets me on my feet outside the washtube and tugs off my bloodied gown then removes his own tunic and leggings.
“This happy.” I loop my arms around his neck to pull his head down, stand on my tiptoes and lift my face to his.”
He walks me backward into the washtube as our lips collide. The door swishes closed, and water begins to fill the tube, but I barely notice it because Daven is giving me the kiss of a lifetime. It’s passionate and hard, like the cock straining against my ribcage.
He tucks a forearm under my ass and boosts me up to wrap my legs around his waist. Presses me against the washtube wall to slide his tongue between my lips. I moan into his mouth. More when his cock finds the notch between my legs.
The contact of his smooth skin against my most sensitive parts makes me greedy for more.
“Please, Master,” I whimper.
“You want this?” he growls, rubbing the large head of his cock against my entrance.
“Yes, please.”
He thrusts in, making me gasp with pleasure. With the intensity of it.
“Thank you, Master.” I almost want to weep with joy again. I love this feeling–not just the physical pleasure, but what it means. My Master enjoying himself with me. Claiming me as his mate. Perhaps even breeding me.
“You don’t have to thank me, little one.” Daven pins me against the wall and thrusts, fingers splayed across my ass to hold me in position. “This is for my pleasure. And vecking you will become my duty–for Zandia.”
I’m breathless. Hot. The water is up to our waists now, engulfing us. “For Zandia?” I pant, confused.
The water rises to my breasts, then my shoulders.
“That’s right.” Daven grins at me. “For repopulation of our planet.”
The water is up to my chin. When I smile back, it enters my mouth, and I have to close it quickly as I squeeze my eyes shut for complete immersion.
He does mean to put young in me. We will be a family, like that sweet family I met outside the clinic.
Joy comes on so hard I think I might burst. When the water begins to rapidly drain, I’m laughing. Crying. Bucking against Daven with my first climax.
He growls when my muscles clamp around his cock. The moment the water has drained below our waist, he begins to pound into me with punishing strokes.
The water on our skin makes the slide all the more glorious and as the warm air blows across it to dry us, Daven roars out his release.
“Yes, please,” I babble, gratitude at the wonder of all my life has become, humbling me. “Thank you, Master. Thank you.”
Daven leans his head against mine. “You please me, little one. So much.”