His Human Possession (Zandian Masters 8)

“I don’t think so.”

It wasn’t exactly true. Males never grew tired of fucking females, but the same one? Yes. Masters grew bored quickly in her experience. Why did that bring such a sharp sense of loss to her chest?

She had a rule. No emotion.

Somehow, after less than one planet rotation, she’d already indulged in her cardinal sin—caring.

And he’d made it plain he wouldn’t mate her.

But none of that mattered when he wrapped his fist in her hair and tugged her head back. She loved his growl of dominance, his palpable excitement as he drove into her deep and hard. She moaned her pleasure, wanting it to go on forever, even as the need became too great to bear.

“I love vecking you,” Paal rumbled behind her. “Feeling this hot little ass underneath me, that tight channel hugging my cock.” He rubbed her scalp, burying his fingers in her hair before he fisted it once more. “This hair.”

His reverence for her changed everything. Yes, she was still an object for his pleasure, still a possession, yet her effect on him was so plain. It was better than any choreographed seduction attempt she’d made during her stint as a sex slave. More true and honest and real a connection than she’d had with any being, since the time she’d been taken from her mother at the age of six.

Paal pulled out and lifted her hips in the air until she stood on her knees. She brought her weight to her hands but he pushed her torso down. “No. Like I first had you. On the ship. I’ll never vecking forget how it felt.”

Her breath caught—not at the sheer ecstasy of his re-entry, but at the starburst of pleasure his words produced. And then the ecstasy caught up to her. Her mind took off, soaring body turned liquid, nothing but a willing vessel to Paal’s passion.

He gripped her hips and pounded into her until she screamed her need. “Yes, yes. Please, Master.”

His roar met her screams, matched them, swelled even louder and then she was sure they both shot into orbit. Pleasure spiralled all around, like a net holding them together, as she collapsed beneath him, mindless and replete.

He rolled her back to her side, tight against him and kissed her neck. “Never enough,” he mumbled as the arm around her grew heavier and he dropped back to sleep.

Never enough for her, either.

But that was because this wouldn’t last. She needed to remember, to remind herself before she lost her heart as quickly as she’d lost her mind.

A thunderous crash tore Paal from sleep. A scream ripped the air and his body flew back, crashing against the wall behind the sleepdisk before dropping back to the mattress.

Leti.

His arms flew out to catch her, cushion her fall.

The moment he ascertained her safety, he surged from the sleepdisk, lifting her to her feet. “Can you walk? Put this on.” He thrust a tunic at her as he yanked on his uniform and shoved his weapons in their holsters.

“Wh-what’s happening?” His female was smart. Though shock sounded in her voice and her hands shook, she moved quickly.

He flicked on the light, but it didn’t work. An alarm started up, blaring through the chamber, echoing off the walls. “I don’t know. Sounds like an attack. Come.” The pod tipped, sending them both sliding across the room.

He cursed and grabbed her leggings, but didn’t wait for her to put them on, just handed them to her before he took her hand. The pod rocked back to its starting position, but the floor and walls shook.

The door wouldn’t activate to open, but it had an emergency mechanical thrust which he used to jimmy it wide enough to get his shoulder through and muscle it open.

Meanwhile, Leti had hopped into her leggings.

“Let’s go.” He grabbed her hand again and they joined the other guards and servants running through the corridors for shelter.

The pressure in the pod changed, air growing thinner and noxious. Veck. His human. She wouldn’t last long without sufficient quantities of oxygen.

Knowing the lift wouldn’t work, he raced toward the emergency ladders, where a crowd already thronged. He pushed his way in to assist the weak and elderly, and the moment a gap appeared, held his hand out to Leti.

“Up, up,” he encouraged and she scaled the ladder, her bare and battered feet sliding over the rungs. He followed her, stopping to give a hand to the next few Zandians before he returned his attention on getting his human to safety.

“We are under attack. Follow emergency procedures.” Prince Zander stood on the landing, his mate and tiny young standing behind him. “To the fight ships,” he barked at the warrior in front of Paal reporting for duty. When he saw Paal, he thrust Lady Lamira toward him. “Our atmospheric system has been hit. Take all females and young to the crystal bath—the oxygen is most pure there.”

“Yes, my lord.” He extended his hand to usher Lamira and her screaming young first, then hustled behind with Leti. They passed Erick and Lady Taramina on the way. “All females to the crystal bath,” he relayed.