His Human Rebel (Zandian Masters 4)

Dearest Zandian star, her smile dazzled. He loved seeing her like that—rebellious, confident. With one hip cocked, her lean muscular legs jutted out beneath the short tunic. Her nipples steepled the fabric, and he doubted she wore any kind of underclothing. Vecking stars, did she even have on panties? His heart rate ramped up as desire flamed hotter. “I wouldn’t let it happen a second time, little female. But I won’t creep up on you again.”

Was it strange he was proud of her for stabbing him? He was glad his little female could defend herself. He’d glimpsed the warrior in her from the start, and he vecking loved it.

He grabbed the chair and pulled it toward him with a scrape then plopped down and removed the blood-soaked fabric. Already, the wound had clotted.

Even so, she sucked in her breath as she came closer to inspect it. “You aimed too high,” he observed. “Or were you expecting a Zandian?”

She focused on the wound as she doused it with disinfectant then reached for the needle and spidersilk thread. “I aimed for a human. I meant to stab downward from the nape.”

He didn’t like the moment of hesitation before she answered, as if she held something back. He tensed. “One in particular?”

“No.” She answered too quickly.

“That one who slept next to you last night.”

She had to move closer to get the right angle on the wound, and after trying from both his side and standing between his knees, she ended up straddling one of his thighs.

Her delectable scent filled his nostrils. Though she managed not to touch him, her heat radiated through his pants, scorching ever

y place he felt it. He clenched his fists at his sides to keep from grabbing her ass and hoisting it right over his rock-hard cock.

“Yes, that one. Or another. I don’t trust any being here.”

Though he’d already observed her general mistrust, he took exception. She was locked alone in a room with him, wasn’t she?

Her pale slender fingers deft with the needle, she didn’t flinch at poking his flesh and pulling the thread through, doing what had to be done. Her immunity to his pain turned him on, though, by nature, he preferred to be the one who inflicted pain. She tied off the knot and leaned in to bite off the thread, giving him the perfect view of her pert little breasts, bare, as he’d suspected, beneath the tunic. When she pulled back, she caught him looking and her eyes narrowed.

“Enjoying yourself?” Her hands went to the swell of her hips.

Veck, does she have panties on?

“Believe me, baby, you’d know if I was enjoying myself.” His lids drooped to half-mast. “I’d have you pinned down with those sexy thighs spread wide, and you’d be the recipient of all my joy.”

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Cambry drew in a sharp breath, her pussy clenching at the warrior’s crass words. She ought to be afraid of him, but she wasn’t. Instinctively, she knew he didn’t mean her harm. If he hadn’t forced her yet, he probably wouldn’t, especially after what she’d done to him.

“Does that mean you forgive me for stabbing you?” Her voice sounded foreign to her own ears—husky. Full of sex. She dismounted from his thigh and attempted to move away, but his hands, which she’d watched strain at his sides with tortured restraint while she’d straddled him, settled on her hips and drew her back between his legs.

“Not quite.”

Her body—unused to touch—jerked, knees trembled.

His eyes burning with dark intent, he rotated her sideways. “Hands on the wall.” He gave her upper body a shove, forcing her compliance before she could decide if she wanted to obey. Her hands flew out to catch herself, and she stood, tipped at the waist, her ass a perfect target for Lundric’s right hand. She had no doubt what he intended.

“Don’t move those hands from the wall. If you do, I will whip your ass until you scream. Got it?”

She ought to be angry at the thought of receiving abuse from yet another oppressive master, but only flutters of excitement filled her belly.

Lundric’s huge palm crashed down on her upturned ass, and she listed to the side. “You are wearing panties.”

Does he sound gleeful?

He pulled her back into place. “You hold this position for me, baby. This is punishment, and I’m going to make sure you learn something from it.”

Again the strange flutters. What did he expect her to—ack. She held her breath when his hand crashed down again, then stayed on her ass, rubbing away the sting.

He shoved her tunic up and pulled the back of her panties down until they just bared her ass. “Vecking stars, that’s pretty.” He sounded almost reverent. To her shock, he grasped the front of her panties and yanked them up, pulling and tightening the fabric until it applied pressure to her clit.