Little cries left her lips. He’d never seen anything so beautiful. He bent his head and bit her shoulder, her neck, her ear, all the while sawing in and out of her with vicious thrusts.
“Zander…”
The sound of his name on her lips made him bury himself deep inside her and come—hot ribbons of his seed filling her channel a second time.
Too late, he remembered to watch and wait for her orgasm, but it didn’t matter because the squeezing of her muscles told him she’d reached it before his eyes found the readouts.
Her climax was vecking glorious. Her mouth opened into a perfect O, her breasts thrust up as she arched, lifting her bottom to meet him, pushing back with more strength than he’d thought she possessed. When it passed, she collapsed, suddenly limp. Her cheeks were flushed a charming shade of pink, her eyes bright and glassy. She panted to regain her breath.
Yes, he could see the appeal of a human slave. He hadn’t understood it before, but now, with one glistening underneath him, he saw what he’d been missing. He would have to be careful she didn’t become too big a distraction. And stay on his toes, because he couldn’t trust anything that came out of her mouth.
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For the second time, Zander settled on the sleeping platform. He scooted the lower half of her over his lap, to raise her hips, her legs lifted up along his torso. She hadn’t expected him to breed her again. Hadn’t expected her own reaction to it. Her body had responded to the Zandian prince as if it belonged to someone else’s brain. From the moment he pulled her onto his lap, flames of desire had licked her into a frenzy.
And veck, yes. He had delivered. He’d found all her pleasure zones. He’d been rough—too rough. She’d be sore in more than one place, but she didn’t mind one bit. The euphoria flowing through her now made her wonder what her objection to being Zander’s sex slave had been in the first place. Apart from missing her mother, her life had improved five hundred times over.
Zander stroked his large palm down her thigh, his touch light as a caress. He bent his head and rubbed her calf with one of his horns. It tickled.
“You are lovely.”
He put the emphasis on are, as if someone—like himself—had argued she wasn’t.
She decided staying silent was best, since there was no good answer to a backwards compliment like that.
“You were a good little slave, taking my cock again so soon.”
His words should not affect her the way they did, but as if he’d spoken some tremendous endearment, warmth swirled in her chest, turning her insides gooey with a desire to please. To please? That wasn’t her. That had never been her.
Of course, she’d never had sex before—particularly not with a hot Zandian.
He brought his thumb to her slit and stroked straight up to her clitoris again, rubbing lightly. “A good little slave to orgasm as soon as I finish.”
Frissons of heat traveled down her inner thighs, incited by his touch. Her belly quivered. “Please no more,” she whimpered, not because it hurt, but because she didn’t think she could take any more orgasms. It was all too intense.
“I won’t,” he murmured.
He thought she meant no more breeding. He continued to stroke her.
Her heart rate, which had finally slowed after her climax, now climbed in speed again. “Zander,” she choked.
His eyes flicked to his cuff and something he saw there explained her predicament. “Ah.” His lips curled into a satisfied smile. “I see. My touch has excited you again.” His thumb stopped moving but remained on her stiffened bud.
“How many times can a human female orgasm?” It sounded more like rhetorical musing than a real question.
“No.” She shook her head. “No more, please.”
He flashed a wicked grin. “No more breeding. Just another orgasm. To pull my seed up higher.”
She struggled to comprehend his meaning. Before she arrived at any possible conclusion, he palmed her ass with both hands and lifted, bringing her pussy right to his mouth.
She shrieked when his tongue licked into her—more from the shock of pleasure than from any real resistance.
He sucked her pleasure center, licked along the insides of her labia, penetrated her with his tongue.
Her face grew hot, her breath short. She clamped her knees around his ears. When one of her calves brushed his horn, he groaned.
Were they sensitive?