Zandian Pet (Zandian Masters 7)

But the desperate coil of desire in her core had her undulating her hips against the Zandian’s mouth, shoving her clit against his tongue. Needy whimpers came out of her mouth.

More. More.

He’d brought her to this point last time before she made the mistake of begging him to fuck her ass and he’d thrown her off his lap. Maybe he needed it to feel forced. Like she didn’t want it. But no, he worked hard for her pleasure now, his mouth almost frantic between her legs, as if he would devour her.

Stars, she was close. So close. Even without the experience of an orgasm, she knew.

She choked on a breath, thrust her breasts toward the ceiling. Lights flashed before her eyes as she hurtled over the edge into orgasm. Her channel spasmed, clenching and releasing in quick bursts. She wrapped her legs behind his neck and squeezed, trapping his head between her thighs as she gasped and sobbed through her release.

When her vision returned, her eyes sought the Zandian’s. If anything, he appeared even wilder, sweat beading at his forehead, his horns a darker purple.

He shook his head as if angry with her.

But what had she done?

He flipped her body again, lifting and arranging her like her weight was nothing to him. He folded her waist over the bench, ass high.

More spanking, then.

He smacked her ass four times, alternating cheeks, then pulled out the butt plug with the fluffy tail and threw it across the room. The metal hit the wall with a thud.

“You keep teasing me with this ass, Mina,” he growled and spanked her again.

Hearing her name spoken in his rough, broken voice did something twisty to her insides. It sounded intimate, like he knew her—exactly who she was. But he couldn’t. And the whole reason she’d gone by Mina instead of Tara was because she became someone new when she left Zandia.

Was that what disconcerted her? Being fucked by one of her own kind?

Because he was going to fuck her, finally. His cock stuck straight out of the top of his pants, as he walked to the wall dispenser and took a palmful of lubricant. He rubbed it over his cock with quick, impatient jerks as he walked back.

A shiver ran through her.

She’d been fucked in the ass plenty of times. By many different species, all kinds of cocks. But a spike of trepidation surged at the knowledge that this male planned to use her that way.

It wasn’t just his huge cock, although it would certainly stretch her. It was more. Again, did she assign more meaning to this coupling because of his species?

Yes.

Because he was the one. The male from every fantasy.

A male worthy of giving her flutters.

And she didn’t even know his name. Had already stolen from him.

She would make it right when she got to Prince Zander. He would know how to find this male and she’d return what she stole.

The Zandian parted her cheeks and rubbed lubricant on her anus then lined his cock up with it. He sank into her.

She normally ignored all sensation during sex, but it was an impossibility with him. She felt every inch of him stretching her wide, filling her. She moaned, confused by the intensity, the discomfort, the overwhelming pleasure.

When his loins met her ass, she grunted at the pressure of her thighs over the bench, and he immediately pulled up, lifting both their bodies, pivoting, and pushing her to her hands and knees.

He shoved her head into the fluffy rug and held her down as he knocked into her ass. It was utterly degrading, dominating and… so incredibly hot.

So this was sex.

Real sex. Not going through the motions as a slave.

Now she understood.