His Human Possession (Zandian Masters 8)

11

“Paal, we’re going to be late for the gathering.”

All right, maybe she didn’t care. Not when her mate had her bent over the dresser, fucking her like he was about to go back out to battle. It was the tenth time he’d claimed her since they returned to his chamber in the palatial pod the night before, which was now resting in the capital of Zandia, right where it belonged.

“I just. Can’t. Get enough,” Paal growled through clenched teeth. “...going to veck you all planet rotation.” His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he drove deep.

“Yes, Master,” she murmured, knowing what it did to him to be called master.

He roared, pivoting their bodies and throwing her over the edge of the sleepdisk instead. His purpose for the change immediately became clear. He thrust into her now with his full weight, slapping his loins against her ass, which had already been reddened by his palm.

“More, Master,” she whimpered, though it seemed impossible for him to give her more.

Oh, but he did.

He drew farther back and slammed deeper with each stroke until she babbled incoherent pleading words about letting her come.

A roar and he slammed deep. Another bellow as he came.

Her body catapulted her into orgasm, every muscle trembling and shaking as her channel squeezed the last drop of cum out of him.

He collapsed over her. “Now I might let you wash up,” he panted.

She smiled.

“But I’ll probably veck you in the washtube, too.”

“Paal, Prince Zander will be honoring you at the meeting. We can’t be late.”

He groaned and lifted his weight from her, then helped her to stand. He turned her around and picked her up, straddling his waist, to carry her to the washtube.

She sighed and tucked her face against his neck. Being cared for by this male was such pleasure.

How much more tender would he be when they had their child? She couldn’t wait to see how it changed him. Them. Sweet mother earth, she was having a baby! They would be a family.

It seemed life couldn’t get any sweeter.

Paal stood in his crisp white Zandian dress robes with Leti tucked up against his side. His mother wiggled her fingers in a dainty wave from across the plaza. Seeing her with her new beau—hell, seeing her at all—didn’t bother him a bit this planet rotation.

Leti had helped him heal that wound.

They stood in a semi-circle on the ruined marble expanse. The servants had cleared the majority of the rubble to make space for the gathering. All Zandians gathered, along with the humans and a few other species who had come from the training pod.

Many were wounded, bandaged or in hoverseats.

Prince Zander stood on a makeshift dais—a stack of broken marble— and activated an amplifier in his collar. “Welcome, my loyal subjects and honored guests. Welcome to your home—our giving planet, Zandia.

“Let me first offer my deepest gratitude at the sacrifice so many of you have made to get us here.

“We honor each and every lost life.” Zander bowed his head for a moment of silence.

“We honor our wounded.

“We honor those who cared for our wounded.

“We honor those who showed great courage and risk to get us here today. In particular, I wish to recognize Paal, son of Paal; Cambry, mate of Lundric; and Lily, mate of Rok for changing the tide of the battle by taking out our enemy king. Please come forward to receive your crystal of recognition.”

Leti beamed at him as he stepped forward and Master Seke placed a ribbon with a large Zandian crystal around each of their necks.