“Yes, Master,” she mumbled.
He pulled the pillows out from under her and jockeyed the bed linens down to cover her. Daneth had given him an anesthetic spray, in case he wished to pierce her and he retrieved it. Humans were delicate. His female was probably in pain now, and he hated her to suffer because he’d lost control with her.
He applied the spray, startling her up out of her post-orgasmic reverie.
Her hand flew back to her ass. “What was that?” The fear in her expression disturbed him. She’d been so mistreated in her lifetime that she suspected only harm.
“Be of ease, little one. It’s to take away the pain. I regret any suffering I caused you.”
She blinked, her eyes bright with moisture.
Ice cold alarm rang through him. Why was she crying? Had he hurt her more than he knew?
She turned her face back toward the bedding. “Thank you, Master.” Her voice sounded choked.
He’d wondered whether he’d enjoy breaking her and now he knew the definitive answer. He vecking hated it. His strong, proud female should never be broken, especially not by him, the male entrusted with her care.
“Leticia, sweet female.” He knelt beside her on the bed and gently rolled her over. “What have I done?”
She pressed her lips together and shook her head, blinking rapidly.
“Forgive me. I’m not used to being near females—especially not human females. Every moment I spend with you—”
To his utter shock, she threw her arms around him and tucked her face against his neck. “I regret any suffering I caused you, too.”
He let out an astonished laugh as he pulled her in close and stroked her silky dark hair. A kaleidoscope of emotions flickered through him, but the primary one was the deep satisfaction evoked by holding his little female in his arms. Nothing had ever felt so right. The softness of her bare skin, her scent, the way she fit so perfectly against his chest. He kissed her hair, savoring the moment.
He’d been mistaken before—a fool. There was nothing he wanted more than to keep this little female as his own.
4
Leti woke to the sensation of heat against her backside. A heavy arm draped over her waist reminded her where she was. Her warrior was nested against her back, his large body curled around hers.
She hadn’t pegged him as affectionate, but she’d been wrong. He may be dismayed by his intense attraction to her, but he seemed to be growing just as attached to her as she was to him.
She shifted and her bare ass pushed against his cock, which instantly surged against her sensitive skin. The anesthetic must be wearing off. Somehow, the return of heat and pain came like an aphrodisiac. The buzz of sensation grew more insistent, dampening her folds.
Stars, if she didn’t know better, she’d think her new master had given her a dose of breeding hormones. She’d never wanted sex so often and with such desperation.
She slipped a hand down between her legs to take care of the situation and was shocked to find how swollen and wet she was. A whimper escaped her lips and she rocked her hips.
Paal’s hand slid up to cup her breast. “Are you touching my pussy?” he grumbled through a sleep-thickened voice.
“The spray wore off,” she told him. “It hurts again.”
“Mmm.” His fingers tangled over hers and he shoved one thick digit inside her. “And you need me to veck it better?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Stars, every time you call me master I want to veck you senseless,” he growled, rolling her to her belly and climbing over her. “You know that?” He rubbed the head of his cock over her juicy slit.
She laughed, a deep throaty sound that didn’t sound like her. “Yes, Master.”
He slid inside her and they both groaned. “You feel so good to me, Leticia. I lose my mind when I’m with you. Forget Zandia, I want to lock my door and veck you for an entire solar cycle.”
She gasped as he thrust deep again. “Just one?”
“Five,” he amended, pushing in again. “No, ten. Do males ever grow tired of vecking their females?”