“Tell me something. Do you like having my cock inside you, pretty girl?”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Who does this tight little pussy belong to?”
She balked at his possessiveness, but her hesitation only made him slam into her harder, lifting her to her toes and making her scream with pleasure. “You!” she shrieked. “It belongs to you, Lundric.”
He gentled his movements again, scything in and out in maddening thrusts. “That’s right, baby.” He traced a light circle over her clit. “My pussy. Mine.”
“Yours,” she whispered. “Please…”
“Take it, baby. You don’t have to beg tonight. Not when you’re being such a good girl.”
He pinched one nipple and her clit, and she climaxed, loving the way it felt to have his huge cock buried deep this time when she came.
Nothing had ever felt so right as the way he filled her, the way he played her body like a master musician plays an instrument, the way he thrust upward in sharp movements the moment she’d finished until he, too, orgasmed, his shout echoing off the walls, entering her body through her ears, her pores, her breath.
Before he pulled out, he turned on the warm water, enveloping her in the soothing spray as she suffered the loss of his body.
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Cambry’s offer to trade sex for a shower had offended him. If all he’d been interested in was sex, he would’ve pushed it the night before. He vecking hated the thought of her treating it like some smarmy deal they made, in which they traded favors for favors. No.
She was his vecking female. He’d known it from the moment he saw her. And it was about far more than sex. He wanted her forever—as his mate, his slave—whatever it took to bind her to him. The thought of losing her made him sick.
He took another dollop of soap and sudsed her hair, ignoring how the surprise in those big eyes warmed the center of his chest. She shoved his hands away, trying to take control, and he smacked her ass, hard, her wet skin and the walls of the washtube making the slap loud.
She yelped and immediately went still. Submission was out of character for her, and so, like the night before, he treasured that she gave it to him willingly. He knew it was solely based on trust, not weakness.
He pushed her into the spray, and she rinsed off. When he turned off the water, the automatic dryer came on with a hard blast of not-quite-warm-enough air. These sure weren’t the luxury washtubes he’d grown accustomed to on Zander’s palatial pod. He slipped out and handed Cambry her clothing then quickly dressed in his white uniform.
When they emerged they met Lily in the corridor. Her lips curved into a knowing smile when she took in their damp hair and the chamber they’d exited. She passed them then turned back and called, “Cambry.”
He picked up Cambry’s hand as they stopped, making it clear she was with him.
“My sister sent some supplies today. Why don’t you come and take some for yourself.”
Cambry’s expression turned uncertain. From what he’d seen of her behavior since he arrived on the pod, she didn’t form friendships or bonds quickly or easily, mistrust being her first reaction to others.
Lily glanced at him. “They sent a crystal for the Zandians, too. You look like you could use it. Have you been eating here?”
He frowned, vecking hating any being thinking him weak. The wound from the night before had healed rapidly, but the blood loss and being away from crystal and light made his body slower to repair than usual.
Lily rolled her eyes. “No, I’m not calling your malehood into question. Rok says Zandians have to eat more when they’re away from the crystals. That’s how he survived as a child away from Zandia.”
Lundric gnawed on that. It would’ve been nice to know he needed to eat more often upon arrival, but he supposed he should have. He just hadn’t spent much time away from the palatial pod.
“Come on, both of you. Stop acting like I’m trying to poison you or something.” Lily beckoned them in her direction and starting walking away.
He raised his brows at Cambry, who shrugged, and they followed.
Rok and Lily’s chamber was not grand or large. Several travel crates stood along one wall, and from these, Lily started pulling things out. “Here, these should fit you.” She tossed a pair of leggings and an undershirt on the small bed.
Cambry picked them up. “Yeah, thanks. I could use a change of clothing.”
“I know. Every being can. I have placed a standing supply requisition list out to the palatial pod, ordered from most important to least. These things weren’t on the list, but my mother sent them. I don’t even know what all of them are, but they sure as hell ’aren’t anything I ever had as a slave.” She pulled out large bottles of soap and gel and oil.
Lundric recognized them as the products found in washrooms on the palatial pod. His need to take care of and provide for his female made him stride forward and gather a few of them. “Thank you.” He caught the wink of sparkle on her earlobes and sucked in a breath, an ingrained sense of reverence rippling through him at the recognition of their traditional mating.