Her Mate and Master (Zandian Masters 6)

To her great disappointment, he withdrew the wand and lined it up with the pucker of her anus. She squeezed, clenching against the foreign object.

“Open for it, my disobedient little female. I’m going to help you remember who controls your pleasure.”

She didn’t mean to open for it, but her body responded to his words, relaxing and opening of its own accord. The wand slid in, filling her. Not as much as Tomis’ cock had earlier, but stretching her, nonetheless.

She let out a long, low, guttural moan. Stars, yes. Almost there.

“You like that, little female? You like when your master vecks your ass?” He twisted and pumped the wand.

“Need...just a little more,” she gasped. “Please. Please, Tomis. Veck my pussy.”

Tomis cursed and slapped her pussy. “You know I’m not going to do that, starshine,” he growled, sounding angry about it.

“You have to,” she gasped. “I’m going to die if you don’t. I’m serious, Tomis. I need you so badly. Please, please, please veck me. You have to.” Her words tumbled out in a frenzied torrent, need crystallizing to an urgency that couldn’t be ignored. She was literally in pain, her pussy throbbing for him. “Please...please.”

Tomis hissed out another curse, and she heard the squelch of wet fabric as he shucked his wet pants.

Yes! Oh please oh please oh yes.

He hadn’t even touched her yet and she was pleading for her release. Nothing on the planet would satisfy her except his cock.

“Please, Tomis,” she whimpered, even though he was already positioning himself behind her, the head of his cock bumping against her desperate pussy. “I need you so much,” she sobbed. “I need it right now.”

He sank into her pussy and she screamed her pleasure. “You need this cock?” He pulled away and shoved in again, pushing the wand deeper into her ass with his pelvis.

“Yes. Yes, please.”

“Whose cock do you need, Talia?”

“Yours. Tomis’. My master’s.” Words spilled from her mouth in a frantic urge to appease him, to answer correctly so he’d continue. “Harder, Tomis. Oh please. I need you so badly.”

“Veck, Talia!” He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her head back, using it to leverage deeper into her. The angle of his entry hit a place on her inner wall that sent her into spasm of ecstasy.

“More. Harder. There!” she screamed.

Tomis pounded into her, vecking her like it was part of her punishment, like she deserved every hard thrust for being such a bad girl.

“I need you,” she sobbed, her internal muscles contracting around his length.

“Veck, Talia, veck!” Tomis roared, changing his grip to her hips for short, rapid thrusts that made her teeth rattle.

“More. More, Tomis.”

He tipped her over onto her side, lifted one knee, and thrust into her from this new angle, this new position. With each stroke he plowed deeper, vecked her more thoroughly, until she was sure he planned to pound his very essence into her, leave her forever imprinted with his cock, so her body would accept no other male but him.

Yes. Have me. Take me. Keep me.

Somehow, she managed to keep those words to herself, even when Tomis came apart, shouting incoherent words as he plunged deep and came.

Satisfaction ripped through her. Her core squeezed and milked his cock as she unraveled, hips bucking, clit grinding, cries screaming from her throat. It wasn’t only her body that celebrated Tomis’ surrender to his lust. Some piece of feminine pride preened a bit, too. He’d taken her. Possibly bred her, despite his honorable intentions to save her womb for his prince’s plans.

What if he succeeded in planting a young in her? The implications made her close her eyes with longing.

With sorrow.

Because Tomis didn’t want to be her mate.

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