Her Mate and Master (Zandian Masters 6)

He picked up the belt, shoving the desire to master her in front of the need to plant his seed. He rolled the strap around his fist until the length shortened to a short flap. Lifting one of her knees open, he slapped her inner thigh with the animal hide belt, leaving a neat, red rectangle.

She jerked against his hold, shuddering, her pelvic floor clenching again. She liked the pain.

Excellent. Because he needed to give her more. So much more. If he couldn’t have this beautiful female, he sure as stars would master the veck out of her.

He slapped down her inner thigh then thwacked her dripping pussy. With one ankle held high in the air, he leathered one buttock thoroughly as she whined and moaned her approval. “Other side.” His deep voice echoed off the cliff wall. He gripped her other knee, slapped the outside and inside of that thigh, spanked her buttock, then returned to her pussy.

Talia panted, her feverish gaze glued to his face. Her hands wandered to her breasts, and she squeezed them, pinching her nipples and moaning.

“Oh, baby, why did you have to do that?”

Stars, he couldn’t be held responsible for all the things he was going to do to this incredible female. Not when she looked like pure erotic pleasure. Not when those sexy sounds came from her pouty lips.

“Tomis, it’s not enough.” Desperation crinkled her brow. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, biting down.

He growled, wanting to be the one sucking that lip, claiming that mouth. In a flash, he was upon her, crushing her mouth with his, his tongue plunging deep, pumping in time with his hips.

His cock, stiff and heavy again for her, found the notch between her legs and slid against her slippery folds. He groaned at the torture of her. “Talia, you feel so good. I can’t keep from putting my aching cock in you again. But aren’t you too sore?”

She shook her head. “No, no, no, no. I need you now.” Her words slurred with desire.

“You were so vecking tight the last time. I don’t think you’re used to Zandian cock.”

She bared her teeth, sinking her nails into his forearms. “Give me. The Zandian cock.”

He choked on a laugh and impaled her with a single thrust, catching her forearms at the last minute to keep her from sliding away from him with the force. He gritted his own teeth at the snug sweetness of her incredible channel. “You asked for it.” He surged over her, pumping as if his life depended on it. As if both their lives depended on it. “I’m not going to stop vecking you until morning, now, starshine. You won’t walk straight for three days when I’m done with you.”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Oh veck. If I’d known Zandian pussy felt this good, I would’ve vecked you twice in the dungeon before I ever broke us out. Hell, I’d still be back there, vecking you senseless.”

Talia’s laugh sounded bitter, and her nails scored his back as she spread her legs wide and straight in the air in the ultimate symbol of offering. “You’re getting the only Zandian pussy in the galaxy, warrior. How does that make you feel?”

“So vecking good, Talia.”

Later, he would realize what a colossal mistake he’d made in objectifying her, making her seem like nothing more than the Zandian breeding machine his species required during the most intimate of acts. But her words only rang his already clanging bell, and he pounded her poor pussy as if he wanted to turn her inside out.

Her screams echoed off the walls of the cliff, mingled with his shouts until they reached a simultaneous climax, her tight pussy squeezing his cock, milking it, as he came.

Chapter Five

Tomis dragged his lips across Talia’s jaw and groaned. “We have to get out of here, beautiful. Away from the sacred crystals.”

They’d spent a fitful night near the waterfall, waking and breeding every few hours, as her body demanded. It was as if she was sick, and sex was the only cure.

“If we don’t, I fear we’ll never leave. We’ll be trapped in time and space, mating on a continual loop until breeding season ends. This place will be the death of us both.”

She groaned, too. Tomis climbed to his feet and pulled on his pants and boots. He tucked his hands under her armpits, helping her to stand. Her aching body unfolded with stiffness. Nearly every part of her felt tender, her ass and pussy abused by Tomis’ belt and cock, her back and knees scraped and bruised from vecking against the stone floor.

“Talia.” Tomis’ face drooped with regret. “I was so rough with you. I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop myself.” He slid his shirt over her head with a tenderness that made her belly flutter. The crystal wand they’d used went into the breast pocket of the shirt. Her feet flew out from her when he swung her up into his arms.

She didn’t even consider arguing. Walking could be an impossibility at the moment. Instead, she nestled her head against his massive shoulder, allowing the movement to lull her into a blessed stupor. Because she sure as hell didn’t want to think.

She couldn’t consider what her copulation with Tomis meant. Or how badly it would hurt if he still wanted to turn her over to her father and his prince after what they’d done. Why wasn’t she worth keeping? It vecking killed her that he hadn’t once considered mating her, piercing her with Zandian crystal and swearing to protect her and their children for the rest of his life.

Damn him.

Tears smarted her eyes, so she closed them, listening to the sounds of insects, the songs of the birds in the trees overhead.