Training His Human (Zandian Masters 3)

Zander rubbed his forehead. “Leora, I expect your loyalty. You will inform me if Lamira puts herself or the young at risk again. Agreed?”

She curtsied. “Yes, my lord.”

“Dismissed,” he muttered, closing his eyes as if his head pai

ned him.

“Thank you, my lord.”

Seke led her by the leash down the main hallway and turned into the private corridor leading to his room. He stopped a few paces down it and turned to her. He released the clip of the leash from her collar and cradled her face with both hands, tipping her head forward to meet his lips—a chaste, fatherly kiss on the forehead.

Veck, she wanted those lips on her mouth, demanding her attention. She remembered the way they’d felt on her sex—oh sweet Mother Earth! She’d never forget the pleasure he’d brought her.

“Well done, Leora.” He did not release her head but stared directly into her eyes. “Beautiful female. You have such strength. Awareness. Just a fragile human, yet you are more powerful than most warriors.”

A shiver tingled down her spine, as if he’d just issued a benediction.

His eyes dropped to her lips, and the irises turned to a dark amethyst.

Kiss me.

One moment she was sure he would pull away. She watched indecision dance there, and his gaze shutter. And then he slammed her up against the wall, his mouth on hers, stealing her breath, teeth nipping her lips, tongue demanding entry.

She lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, and he palmed her ass, still kissing her like they could die tomorrow. Steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders, she picked up the other leg and straddled him, bringing the hard bulge of his cock to her dripping core.

He kissed and sucked down her neck as he rocked his hips and pushed his heavy erection right where she wanted it.

“Seke,” she gasped. “I want…” She didn’t want to say it. It seemed crass or vulgar. But she also sensed Seke required coaxing.

“I want your cock inside me.”

A shudder kicked through Seke, but he pulled away as if in pain. Her feet dropped to the floor to hold her weight.

“Leora, I can’t.”

“Because the prince said I’m not to be used that way? Surely with my consent—”

“No. I’m sworn to another.”

Her breath stopped, choked by the tightness in her throat. Or was it her lungs? She couldn’t breathe with the heavy boulder that had landed on her chest, crushing her with its weight.

~.~

Leora looked as if he’d struck her. Her face drained of color, and her mouth opened in shock.

Stars, he wished to absorb the pain he’d caused.

I want your cock inside me.

Had she really said that? Veck! Pulling away when she’d uttered those words had nearly killed him. His balls ached, heavy with repressed vecking need. But his own discomfort was inconsequential compared to the damage he’d just inflicted on Leora.

He caught her chin. “She’s dead,” he said quickly, before her shock morphed to anger, and she unleashed a star storm of fury on him. Because he had no doubt it would come. “But she has my vow nonetheless.”

Shock eased into something softer—was it sympathy? “You lost a mate in the Finnian takeover. And a child?”

A steel band cinched his throat, barely allowing oxygen to pass. “Three children. An infant boy and two girls, seven and eight solar cycles.”

“I’m so sorry,” Leora whispered.