His Human Prisoner (Zandian Masters 2)

He shrugged. “Always flown. It’s all I know how to do.”

“You know how to fight.”

Her insistence on being impressed by him made something lodge in his throat. Though he’d never sought meaning or purpose in his life, some odd desire to become or do something more rose up in him.

“All I know how to do is lie down and take it.”

The bitterness in her voice shredded him. A great, dark anger surged within him at all the idiot masters she’d had who hadn’t seen her as a being. Hadn’t treasured her. He’d be vecked if he wasn’t going to try to show her something different.

“Come here.” He beckoned to her.

Surprise flitted over her face, and her fingers fumbled at her harness. When it popped free, she came to him. It pleased him how easily she obeyed—and not out of fear. She was beginning to trust him.

He pulled her down onto his lap and buried his face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her silky hair. “You want to learn how to fly?”

She pulled back, eyebrows raised. “Really?”

He shrugged. “We both know you’re capable of far more than lying down and taking it. You’re intelligent. You’re quick. And you know how to follow the path of least resistance.”

Her blush made him want to take her long and hard just to prove he’d meant it, but he restrained his desire. This moment was for Lily to be something other than a receptacle, for once. “Let’s start with flying a ship. That way, the next time you steal some idiot’s ship, you won’t have to crash land it.”

She choked on a laugh. He swore light beamed from her face, her smile was so bright. He arranged her on his lap and placed her hands on the controls, explaining what each one did.

“It’s not on autopilot now, so any movements you make will be real. Go ahead and try it.”

“But is the ship okay? We’re not going to lose a wing or anything are we?”

“If we do, I promise I’ll take over.” He grinned.

She shifted the directional thrust and the ship wobbled, one wing dipping.

“Help!” she gasped.

He covered her hand and nudged the plane back into balance. “It’s touchy, but you get the feel of it after a while.”

Gaurdo’s voice came through on his collar. “There’s been damage to the outer shell. We won’t make it to Ocretian airspace. We’ll have to stop sooner.”

He cursed. “How much sooner?”

“Two to four planet rotations.”

“Mierna, research possible landing locations.”

“Already working on it,” she sang out, implying she’d already known this outcome.

Lily shifted and settled on his lap, sending his cock into false expectations about what they were doing.

Soon, he’d veck her. She was his to take any time he liked. But, right now, he loved her pleasure and delight.

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After showing her how to fly and feeding her a midday meal, Rok led her to his chamber and pulled her only covering—his thin undershirt—off her. His gaze dropped to her nipples, which tightened the moment his horns stiffened and his lids drooped.

Rok didn’t miss the change. “They’re begging for my mouth, aren’t they?”

Heat flooded her core.

He tweaked one between his thumb and finger, pinching just hard enough to make her lips part. “You’ll have to beg me for that later, little human. Right now, I want you to make yourself comfortable with your fingers between your legs. You get that pussy nice and slick for me because, when I come back, it needs to be wet and ready. Understand?”