His Human Possession (Zandian Masters 8)

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Leti advanced from her slow undulations in the glass cage to put on even more of a show for the emperor’s guests streaming in under a shower of colored lights. She swayed her bare ass, strutting around in her thigh high black boots, which were the only thing she wore, unless you counted the matching black collar and inch-long fake lashes.

Standard petwear in Jujo.

She didn’t pay attention at all to the purple, horned giant of a warrior circling silently around behind the entertainment cages.

He’s coming for me.

Her friend Mina had sent him. Mina had entered the palace with two warriors of her kind—lavender skinned and packed with muscle. Leti couldn’t remember the name of their species. Had Mina ever told her? Had her friend even known? Mina had believed—because Dorhock told her—she was the only one left in the galaxy. He used to glory in owning a female of an extinct species. Said it made her worth a fortune, if he ever decided to sell. Too bad for him, he’d choked on a piece of fruit before he could sell any of his prized pets. She and Mina had been auctioned off for next to nothing with the rest of his assets.

To provide the purple warrior with cover and to keep from showing the kick of fear and excitement rushing through her, Leti pressed her bare breasts against the glass and coasted down, then turned and gave an ass-jiggle fast enough to set the floor on fire. Only months of experience dancing in the ill-fitting high-heeled boots kept her from falling on her ass.

The male had disappeared from her vision. He was coming for her, wasn’t he? No, she knew he was. He had to be. Mina’s appearance was the first good thing that had happened since she arrived in the Jujo hellhole.

Tzatzu, the emperor of Jujo, treated his pets far worse than Dorhock did. He punished Leti harshly and only fed her when he deemed her performance good enough. She was given to a different guest every night. Sometimes more than one.

It was business to Tzatzu. He wasn’t actually attracted to the female slaves he kept. She wasn’t sure any of the Jujo were, which meant her one weapon—the only weapon a human female in captivity possessed—didn’t work there.

She couldn’t sex them up.

But now she had a way out. And the purple warrior, he’d be a different story. She saw the way he adjusted himself when he watched her dance. Well trained and restrained, his face had shown nothing, but his cock couldn’t lie.

The main lights went off and a burst of smoke exploded in front of her cell. The colored pin lights still glittered around the room, illuminating the plumes of gray in an eerie dance.

This was it! She whirled and rushed for the door to her cage. The electric barrier buzzed and disappeared and she launched herself out, only to slam into the huge warrior as he came in. Her breasts hit his chest at the same time his hands clamped around her upper arms like iron shackles.

Even though she’d fully expected the male, her breath caught in her throat and died at the sheer size and power of him.

The scent.

Spicy and masculine, with a tinge of smoke and flint.

In a single smooth motion, he picked her up, turned and dropped her a few feet to the ground below, jumping down after her. She waited for him, but he caught her upper arm once more, as if afraid she might run away. No, actually, it was to haul her along, because, damn, he ran fast.

They streaked out through a back entrance she hadn’t known existed, staying close to the domed wall. The warrior slapped a small air mask over her face and yanked her back against his solid form, head cocked like he was listening. She willed her racing heart to slow, shoved back the dread of being caught. It would mean her death.

And the warrior stealing her hadn’t said a word. Was she right to trust him blindly? Just because he’d come in with Mina?

A dozen guests of some tiny species tromped by while they waited in the shadow.

She took shallow breaths into the mask, not sure if it contained poisoned gas or oxygen. It smelled clean, but the fact that the warrior didn’t use one put her on edge. No, Mina sent him. She’d already made her choice—all she could do now was trust.

Even if Mina was now a slave to one of her own species, Leti would rather be enslaved with a friend than in the Jujo shithole. But her friend hadn’t appeared subjugated. She’d been dressed like a princess i

n regal finery and she seemed...damn happy.

The warrior’s cock twitched against her lower back, reminding her that her earlier assessment had been correct. This male was one she could influence. He appreciated her human form. And she knew how to service his malehood. At least she did if it was similar to the shafts of other various species she’d sucked over the years.

“Good girl. Thank you for staying quiet,” he murmured in her ear and blood rushed to the apex of her legs.

Apparently she, too, could be influenced by sex. That was new. Was it his deep velvety voice? Or was it his impressive size and stature?

She’d have to be careful with this one. She’d lose her game if she grew greedy for his affection. She’d seen it happen time and time again with Dorhock’s pets. It never ended well. That’s why she had a personal rule to never get emotionally attached. It just provided one more way she could get hurt.

He borrowed her face mask and took a pull of oxygen, then replaced it and gripped her arm again, propelling her forward until they ducked into the rear entrance of a hangar.

Inside, scores of airships were docked side by side. He angled her body behind his, walking swiftly to one. Despite his huge size, his boots moved silently on the stone floor.

The sound of a communication transmission nearby caused him to pull up short, again, shielding her body with his.