His Human Rebel (Zandian Masters 4)

“Mated? I wasn’t a virgin, is that what you mean?”

He removed his touch from her pussy as punishment for not answering his question. “No, that’s not what I meant. Bound to another male. Do humans not mate?”

Her cheeks turned pink. He always found it enchanting when she blushed, because she was normally so composed, so fierce. “We once called it marriage, yes.”

A dark shadow loomed over him.

“I mean, no. I’ve never married or mated. No.”

He let out a rough breath and returned the pad of his thumb to her pussy, stroking lightly up and down the seam of her outer lips.

“Do you love another male?”

She hesitated for a beat before she shook her head. “No.” The answer sounded definitive, yet the pause had ice prickling through his veins. Veck. Who was this other male? Was he dead? Or alive? Did she pine for him? Was she waiting for him? He wanted to slam a fist through the wall and demand to know everything.

But scaring his female would be disastrous.

What else could he ask? What other secret might she carry in her heart? Or was there nothing? The old Venusian was probably just speaking in riddles. But no, Cambry had appeared to be hiding something. He had to ask the hardest question of all, even though it was too soon. He had to know what was in her heart.

“Do you wish...would you like...tobematedtome?” He said the last words in a rush, forcing them from his mouth. Breath held, he forced himself to watch her face.

Her eyes flew open, but not with pleasure. She, too, stopped breathing. Her throat worked. “Lundric, I—”

He covered her mouth with his hand, too much of a coward to hear what she would say. “Don’t answer. It was too soon, I know. I haven’t won you yet. I’ll keep working.”

For some reason he couldn’t fathom, her eyes filled with tears.

Not wanting to slog through the awkward moment and determined to vecking prove he could offer her something she couldn’t live without, he yanked her pants and panties down and tossed them to the side. “Give me this pussy,” he growled as he palmed her ass and lifted it to meet his mouth.

She’d done her part and answered his questions. She deserved her reward. He couldn’t vecking wait to show her pleasure. His tongue parted her lips, tracing the swelling inner petals of her sex. He circled her clit then suctioned his lips over it and sucked hard on the tiny bud.

Cambry cried out. Her torso fell back, and she wrapped her fists around his horns, bringing him painfully close to the brink of orgasm, without a single touch of his cock. His horns stiffened and pulsed in time with his cock as he vecked her with his tongue, making it into a hard point. He replaced it with two fingers, which he curled inside her to stroke her inner wall as he sucked and nipped at her labia then reattached his mouth to her clit. With his free hand, he thumbed her asshole. The moment he pressed there, she came, closing her mouth on her scream so it reverberated in her throat, still echoing off the walls.

Her hips bucked up and down, but he kept his fingers and mouth working her through the spasms of her climax, following her frantic movements with a satisfaction so much deeper than achieving his own pleasure would have brought.

She finally went limp, a soft moan sighing from her lips. “Lundric.”

He wished to always hear his name on her lips with that hoarse, wrung-out sound of contentment. “That’s right, little female. Lundric makes you scream.” He eased his fingers from her and planted one last kiss on the apex of her pussy, which sent it into another paroxysm of quakes.

She sat up and slid her butt off the washer, turning to present it to him. “Do you want to spank me?” Her voice was little more than a ragged whisper. Despite the way his cock surged with excitement,

the question also caused his heart to compress.

His little female felt guilty. She wanted his punishment to atone for not accepting him as her mate. Well, he’d vecking give it to her, then. He loved spanking that pretty little ass, leaving his marks for her to remember where he’d been. He gripped her hair and tugged her head all the way back. “You like feeling my hand on your ass.”

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Because you know I’m safe? Or because you like the danger?” He wasn’t going to ask why she needed this punishment. Wasn’t going to mention mating again. Not until things were clearer between them.

“Both.” Her husky voice made him squeeze his cock through his pants.

He let his hand fall, hard.

She choked on a breath and rose to her tiptoes.

He slapped again, abusing the under part of her buttocks, the enchanting place where ass met thigh. As he continued, her breath grew ragged and she jerked with each smack but always returned to position, offering her sweet little ass for his chastisement.

“I like punishing you, sweet female.”