He didn’t want to ever pull out, so he gathered Leti up onto her knees, her back against his chest, his hand caged around her throat.
“Human, you just short-circuited my mind,” he growled in her ear, inching back and then tapping her sweet ass again. “I wish I could veck you all night long.”
She trembled, perspiration dripping down her back, her breath making her rounded breasts bob.
He stroked his thumb along her frantic pulse. “Are you all right, little female?”
When she didn’t answer, he pulled out. “Release cuffs,” he voice commanded the handcuffs, and they dropped to her calves. He moved swiftly, picking her up by the waist and backing into the chair.
He settled her on his lap, his lips finding her shoulder. He knew next to nothing about females, even less about human females. He’d never even vecked before, but it had been a meteoric first attempt. And what he’d seen in the old Zandian holograms looked nothing like what he’d just done. No, they’d shared something far more bestial and raw. Something other species do.
He stroked Leti’s back. “I was too rough. Forgive me, beautiful.”
“I’m fine,” she said, but her voice shook and she attempted to stand up from his lap.
No. No, no, no, no. He held her fast. He didn’t like that one bit. Was she running from him? He hoped to the one true Zandian star he hadn’t traumatized the beautiful creature. He hadn’t meant to be so cruel but hurting her had made him delirious with lust.
Which might mean something terrible about him.
Or it might just be how sex felt. Hadn’t she admitted some human females find pain sexual?
“Look at me.” He didn’t even know this side of himself. This male who suddenly had to soothe. Was it not enough to possess the little human female’s body? Now he wanted her soul, too?
When she looked, he quirked a sympathetic brow. “More than you bargained for?”
The proud little thing kicked up her chin. “Of course not.”
He couldn’t stop the smile tugging at his lips. Her inner steel made him want to go a second round with her. What would it take to break the beautiful creature?
No, he didn’t want to break her.
Yes, I do.
Veck. He really did.
It wasn’t the pain that had her reeling. Yes, her ass burned, but that would pass in an hour or two. It was the effect the horned alien had on her.
Every time she thought she was getting somewhere with him, he’d flip the game. She’d found herself incapable of “pleasing” him other than surrendering to his rough desires. Rough desires that awakened an incredible fire within her. And left her without any form of defense.
Like an empty hull.
Who in the hell was she, if not the over-sexualized pet who worked every angle to keep her feet dry? Though the warrior hadn’t threatened her with anything worse than his hand on her ass—and he’d already apologized for that, she’d never felt so vulnerable. So unprotected.
He held an arm around her waist like a tight band until she stopped struggling. When she wouldn’t look at him, he pinched her chin between his thick digits and turned her. His purple-brown eyes searched hers, forehead wrinkled up in sexy confusion.
She forced her armor back in place and put a purr in her voice to keep it from wobbling. “You know my name, warrior, but I don’t know yours. Unless you wanted me to call you Master.”
She hadn’t missed his excitement every time she called him that. This male loved the idea of having his very own female to punish and fuck.
The thing was, she’d been used by every sort of male, of at least a dozen species. Some had been rough. Some had hurt her.
But no experience compared to what she’d felt with this male.
She wanted him to hurt her as much as he’d seemed to want to inflict pain. She’d craved his every slap, every thrust, even though the intensity behind them was too much. No, not too much. Exactly right.
She loved the brutality behind the warrior’s dark interest. Maybe because she felt he, too, lost control. Not to her, but to his own dark desires to possess her.
Something snapped behind his eyes. Irritation. He disliked when she flirted with him. Even though his attraction to her was undeniable. “I’ve changed my mind,” he said cooly, pushing her off his lap. “You will call me Master.”