“Yes,” she whispered.
“You’re a good girl to take my cock like this. I won’t ask for it every time. Maybe I’ll reserve it for when you require punishment.”
“Lundric.”
He heard the tremor in her voice, the terrified need. He reached around and plunged two fingers into her pussy, careful not to hit the fresh piercing with the heel of his hand. “Is that better, baby?”
“Oh stars, yes. Lundric, please?”
He bumped her ass in short thrusts that sent her farther onto his thrusting fingers.
“Lundric, oh please, oh please, oh please? Lundric!”
“I vecking love it when you beg, beautiful girl.” He gripped her hair with his free hand and pulled her head back. “Who gives you pleasure, baby?”
“Lundric! Lundric does!”
His thighs flexed and control fled. “Who do you belong to?”
“You! I belong to you! Oh please, Lundric, I have to come!”
He closed his eyes and allowed his climax to sweep through him, thrusting deeper into her ass and staying as he continued to pump his fingers. “Come, little human. Come now.”
Her orgasm shook her entire body, and she collapsed forward onto her belly on the cot. He followed her down, his cock still buried in her ass, fingers coated in her juices as her muscles clamped down on them.
He hovered over her trembling body, drinking in her scent, savoring the rightness of their position. He had his female. Cambry was his—forever.
“Lundric,” she murmured as he eased out. Her blissed-out voice sounded far away.
“Yes, baby?”
“I don’t know how I got so lucky to be your mate.”
He kissed her neck, bit the shell of her ear. “I love you, little female. I’m going to take care of you.
Provide for you. Protect you. Make you happy. I swear it on all the crystals of Zandia.”
She rolled to her side to gaze up at him, cupping his cheek with her hand. “What does a Zandian female promise to her mate?”
His heart filled in a rush of warmth. “Never to leave,” he choked.
Her big brown eyes were liquid pools of warmth as she lifted her lips for a kiss. “I love you,” she murmured, just before he claimed her mouth for what he intended to make the most thorough kiss of her life.
Chapter Nine
Cambry fidgeted with the white Zandian guard’s uniform she’d opted to wear instead of her usual tunic and leggings.
“You look beautiful.” Lundric’s voice was gruff.
She’d worn her hair down for him because she loved the way he stared at her when she did—as if he never wanted to look away.
He took her hand in his larger palm and led her off the battleship into a cool, climate-controlled dock that was part of Prince Zander’s palatial pod.
She drew in a breath, throwing back her shoulders and lifting her chin, determined not to embarrass Lundric, who had brought her to meet his ruler, Prince Zander.
Guards stood inside the door, but they merely nodded as Lundric strode past them.
Her jaw dropped. The palatial pod was exquisite. The walls were made of some kind of natural plaster, each in its own beautiful color. Periwinkle blue, pale yellow, crimson. Even the corridor walls glowed with color. Natural light streamed in everywhere—from windows and skylights, amplified with the Zandian crystals like the one Lundric had installed on their pod. Opulent, woven rugs covered the floors, and everything seemed to be made of natural substances—hard marble, stone, wood. She wondered if it had all come from Zandia.