Training His Human (Zandian Masters 3)

Her head hung forward, breasts bounced, and the need to come made her scream in her throat.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she whined. “You, Seke. Please, oh veck, please.”

He reached around and found her clit. The moment he rubbed it, she lost control, legs shoving straight out in front of her, feet flexed, her entire body convulsing as her pussy squeezed Seke’s huge cock.

“That’s it, little human,” he growled and slid her up and down a few more times before he, too, went off with a curse and a shout.

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Seke didn’t want to ever leave the sleepdisk. Leora lay cradled against his body. Her sweet, citrus scent filled his nostrils, copper hair fanned out behind her on the sheets. He hadn’t meant to be rough with her again, but he couldn’t help himself. She brought out the beast in him.

But he’d make it up to her. They had a lifetime in which he could learn to take his time and find out exactly what she liked—where she wanted his mouth and fingers. What made her scream. Not that their first attempts hadn’t been explosively satisfying for both of them.

Her dark lashes fluttered open, and her green-eyed gaze fell on him. She made a contented sound and tossed one leg over his hips, bringing her small palm to his chest.

He held it there, against his heart.

“Are you at peace with this? With us?” she asked.

“Yes. I believe—” He stopped and cleared his throat, which was closed with emotion. “I believe I made the only decision available to me when the Finn invaded. I couldn’t have saved my family—there was no time. Dying with them wouldn’t have served Zandia. I’ve put my guilt to rest and, with it, the vow that served no one.”

“Seke, I have something to tell you.”

She sounded serious, and he had to work to keep from stiffening. “Tell me.”

“When Zandia was invaded, Rok was in the palace, too. He told Lily a guard helped him escape, along with two other children.”

Seke didn’t move. His breath had stopped as he waited for her to go on.

“Lamira believes they were yours.”

His heart jammed up in his throat so tight he couldn’t speak. “My daughters? They escaped?”

“They were shot down over Stornig. Rok doesn’t know what happened to them, but Lamira believes they’re alive.”

Seke dropped his head onto the pillow, unable to hold it up. His eyes smarted. “Lamira thinks?” He choked. “My daughters are alive?”

“Yes.” She straddled him and found his hand, picking it up with both hers and squeezing it. “We’ll find them, Seke.”

He opened his arms. “Come here.”

She smiled and slid down, draping her delicious little body over his larger one.

He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything but hold his female tight. Loving her was the best reason for living he had. She was his heart—his life—an extension of his very soul. To think he could have her—and his daughters—seemed like more than he’d ever believed he deserved. More than was possible.

But here she was. Her lithe body wriggled over his, a serene smile playing over those perfect lips as she offered to help him find his daughters.

“Thank you,” he whispered, closing his eyes to savor the moment.

She kissed his chest. He kissed her hair. And then he flipped her on her back and pinned her wrists, ready to give her the first vecking of the day.