His Human Possession (Zandian Masters 8)

Stars, she was beautiful. He couldn’t deny what her surrender did to him, even as part of him rebelled at falling into her trap. Whatever that trap may be. He didn’t like a female who used her wiles to ensnare a man. Females like his mother.

“Some females or some pain?” He barely recognized his voice.

“Yes.” Her husky laugh went straight to his already hard cock. “Both.”

Because touching her dripping pussy drove him wild, he pulled away and slapped her ass again.

Holy Zandian star, he had no idea spanking a female could be so satisfying.

Damn.

He slapped again. Each crack of flesh on flesh, every sharp intake of breath she gave made him dizzy with lust. The bloom of his red prints on her caramel skin gleamed, attesting his ownership.

Veck if he didn’t want a slave of his own. Too bad their ruler, Prince Zander, didn’t allow the keeping of slaves since he’d mated and freed his human female.

“Why don’t you put me on my knees, Master?” Her voice dripped sex woven into temptation. “I’ll show you my thanks.”

He grasped one of her pigtails and growled, “I’m not your master.”

Un-vecking-fortunately.

Despite his assertion, he demagnetized the handcuffs from the wall and refastened them behind her back. Then, he backed himself into a nearby flight chair and pushed Leti to her knees before him. Because, hell, she had offered, hadn’t she? And even though a smarter warrior would lock her in one of the ship’s cabins to remove all temptation, he was just dying to know how that lush mouth would feel around his thickened cock.

And—oh, stars—the female knew exactly what she was doing! She had been perfectly trained, because she sat back on her booted heels and parted her thighs to give him the full view of her dewy sex right before she leaned forward and opened her generous mouth.

Her plump lips closed around the head of his cock and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Need.

Want.

She took him deeper, her tongue stroking the underside of his rock hard member.

Veck, yes!

He grabbed the two buns on the sides of her hair, the ones that held her pigtails in place, and yanked her forward, over the full length of his shaft.

He hit the back of her throat. The incredible female’s eyes widened, but she didn’t even choke. She swallowed him down, all the way, until her glossy lips hit the base.

Veck. Yes.

“Leti,” he choked. “Is that your name?”

She lifted her tawny brown eyes to his, the long fake lashes a ridiculous frame to such exquisite natural beauty. She pulled off his cock and licked her lips. “Leticia, yes. Leti for short.” As soon as she finished answering him, she engulfed his cock

with her delicious wet heat again.

What in the hell was he doing? He’d been sent by Prince Zander to protect his species’ most precious resource—a Zandian female of childbearing age—and here he was in his ship getting his cock sucked by a human slave.

A vecking beautiful, talented, dangerous human slave.

Dangerous because she was up to something, for sure. And the gleam in her eye told him she understood exactly how much power she wielded in that talented, perfect, cock-sucking mouth of hers.

The need to take all control from her, to dominate her completely, rushed through him like a powerful drug.

He caught her by the throat and pushed her back, off his cock. He spun her around and lifted her bare ass and sex in the air.

This. Yes.