His Human Rebel (Zandian Masters 4)

How could anything that felt this good be wrong? No, he’d made no mistake about Cambry. She was his female. Whether she accepted him or not.

“You left,” he growled, punishing her with his cock, their flesh slapping together like a third spanking. “You vecking left.”

Her mouth opened, and he saw horror there. He didn’t understand it, but even if he had, there was no stopping now. He had to veck her within an inch of her life. Holding back was not an option. It was like his life depended on this moment, on forever branding her with his rainbow-hued cum.

“I had to—I had to find my brother.”

He froze, dick mostly withdrawn, hovering above her.

“They separated us. I’ve been trying to get to him ever since. That’s why I ran away from the factory. Why I was sentenced to the death pod.”

He impaled her with his cock again, shoving deep. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” Slap. “You think I can’t locate a slave in the Ocretion kingdom?” He drove into her.

“Ung.” She cried out each time he plowed into her.

“You think I wouldn’t do that for you?”

Tears swam in her big beautiful eyes. “I—I never considered—” She sought his gaze, but he vecked her so hard hers rolled back in her head.

“No, don’t pretend you had no choices here. If you wanted to stay and be with me, you would have.”

He steeled himself against her shock and sorrow, driving himself to his finish.

“I’m sorry. Lundric, I’m so sorry.”

He roared, bruising his thighs on the edge of the cot as he thrust so deep and hard, the cot collapsed beneath them. Cambry screamed, wrapping her legs behind his back and holding him in tight as her muscles spasmed around his cock, drawing his seed deep inside of her.

As the deafening thunder in his ears faded, he became aware of pounding on the door, and Cambry’s arrested posture as she listened to the shouting male voice behind the door.

“Lundric! Do you hear me?”

Excrement. Master Seke.

Still in battle mode, he disentangled himself from Cambry and leaped to his feet, yanking the cot, with her on it, back up and snapping the legs in place. He shoved his cock back in his flight pants.

Cambry scrambled up and hopped as she pulled on her pants.

He put his palm on the door handle. “Coming.” To Cambry, he growled, “Lock this behind me. Do not open it for anyone but me.”

Her face paled and pupils narrowed, but she nodded and obeyed.

Outside her door, Seke gripped his tunic and slammed him up against the wall. “Don’t you ever vecking lie to me again. Zandians don’t lie. Your deceit lacks honor.” Seke placed his forearm over Lundric’s windpipe, allowing him breath in measured doses.

Lundric didn’t fight back. His mentor was right—he lacked honor.

“Say it. Tell me what happened.”

“She ran away. I brought her back.” He hated speaking the words, even though Seke already knew. They stung like salt in a fresh wound.

“I know you’re in love with her, but you don’t forsake your training, your species, your friends. You don’t put everyone at risk.”

“I couldn’t—” He struggled to draw enough breath to defend himself. “I couldn’t let anyone else punish her. I would vecking kill any being who touched her.”

“You think we don’t know that? No being’s going to hurt your female. But that doesn’t mean you compromise the safety of everyone on this pod and the security of our mission.”

“Zandia and honor before love, right Seke?” It was a low blow. A terrible blow Lundric should not have taken. When Zandia had been invaded, Seke had made a fateful choice—saving Prince Zander over finding his own female and children. Though he never spoke of it, Lundric knew his master suffered for his choice.

The color drained from Seke’s face before he slammed Lundric’s head back against the wall. “Don’t you vecking throw that in my face.”