His Human Rebel (Zandian Masters 4)

And still her hips undulated over his knee, as if he’d been offering her sex instead of threatening to deny it.

She moistened her lips, knowing it would catch his attention, loving the hungry way he stared at them. “Wh-what do I deserve tonight?”

His cock lengthened against her belly. When his mouth descended on hers, flames erupted behind her eyes, turning her vision to a lustful haze of sparking lights. He dragged his open mouth over hers, sucked her lower lip, nipped it. Magically, he had both her wrists pinned with one hand as the other cupped her throat, squeezing only enough for her to register the threat, not enough to hurt or actually block her windpipe.

Her pussy clenched as she neared orgasm from a kiss, alone.

She’d thought she knew what sex was all about. Had practiced with a few partners—other slaves at the factory. But this—what Lundric did to her—proved she’d never left the training ground. She knew nothing about blind pleasure, bone-melting desire, a willingness to give herself over to a male who wasn’t even remotely safe. He bit her lower lip again as he pulled away and stared down with a heavy-lidded gaze.

She’d been wrong. His irises weren’t brown—they were violet. And his horns had thickened and leaned toward her, as if they, too, wanted to dominate.

“Oh I definitely think you deserve a vecking,” he rumbled. With his body flattened against hers, his deep voice reverberated through her, sending shock waves down her inner thighs to her curling toes. He nipped her earlobe. “Long, hard and from behind. While you shower. Come on.” Abruptly, he released her, and she registered the loss of his body with acute disappointment.

He picked up her hand and led her out of the room, pulling the door shut tight, as if she had something in there worth stealing. Her palm felt small engulfed in his larger one, and she marveled at the gesture. It seemed like it ought to feel far more foreign to her than it did. She couldn’t recall anyone ever holding her hand before, and yet Lundric’s grip felt so right, so easy and normal and perfect. She followed him through the corridors, not caring about the curious glances they received from Zandians as they passed.

He took her to a small washroom and locked the door. His tunic and undershirt came off in one fluid motion over his head, during which time he bored a hole in her with his hot gaze. She gasped when she saw how much his stab wound had healed. It appeared weeks old instead of one planet rotation.

Lundric frowned. “Clothes off by the count of three. One…” His pants came off, and she stalled in her stripping as she stared at his gigantic cock. “Two.” His voice held a distinct note of warning.

She fumbled with the tie of her tunic and wrestled it off.

“Three.”

She shoved her leggings down off her legs.

“Too slow, baby. Next time I tell you to strip you’d better move

faster or there will be consequences.”

Her pussy and anus clenched at the same time. Even her butt cheeks gave a little squeeze at the threat of punishment, the memory of his spanking the previous planet rotation making her breath quicken.

He strode to the shower, his huge cock bobbing as he walked. She joined him when he turned on the water, but he held her back with a hand on her forearm. “Wait, it’s too cold.”

Thoughtful warrior.

“Now.” He dragged her in.

She turned in the spray of warm water, not sure how long she’d have and wanting to get every part of her wet. Lundric turned it off and accepted a dollop of soap from the automatic dispenser. He rubbed a lather between two palms. She moved to get her own soap, but he spun her around and shoved her up against the wall, his soapy hands coasting up and down her sides, over her backside, down her thighs. He lathered her inner thighs, stopping agonizingly close to her pussy but never touching it. He gave breasts the full treatment, however, kneading and squeezing them until they grew tight and heavy, pinching her nipples until her pussy spasmed.

“Spread your legs, Cambry.” Lundric’s voice sounded rough and gravelly.

She obeyed.

“How do you think I should veck you?”

“H-hard. From behind.” Wasn’t that what he’d promised?

His hand smoothed down her hip. “Good girl,” he murmured thickly just before he speared her with his erection.

She shouted at his girth, her body stretching to accommodate his enormous size.

“Good girl,” he repeated, moving with the most miniscule and maddening pulse inside her as she got used to being filled by him.

The words fell like jewels, glittering between them. No one had ever praised her, nor had she wanted anyone’s approval. But hearing his satisfaction made her belly flutter with excitement. She pushed her hips back to take him deeper.

He groaned. “You feel so good, Cambry. So. Vecking. Tight. He started to rock with more movement, filling her and easing back. He brought his mouth close to her ear, one hand sneaking around the front of her to stroke her clit. “You’re lucky I’m back on shift soon, or I’d veck you all night.”

She made a humming sound in her throat.