The three lovely humans rewarded Zander with brilliant smiles. “Thank you, my lord,” Lamira murmured.
“We can remain in the death pod, so long as you provide us with supplies. Training can begin immediately.” He cleared his throat, hating—despising—what he had to offer next. “Lily, if you want to go with your family—”
“I’ll stay and train with you,” she cut in immediately, and something akin to fireworks exploded in his body, warming him, sending sparks of happiness showering everywhere. He squeezed her so tight she had to slap his arms so she could breathe.
This was it—his destiny. He knew because Lily was at his side.
Purpose and direction had never been clearer. Achieving a goal never easier.
“My lord, I have one personal request.”
Zander arched a brow. “Yes?”
His throat tightened. “I wish to mark my mate with a Zandian crystal, as is our ancient tradition.”
Zander’s expression softened and he glanced at his own mate with the same fierce need Rok felt every time he was near Lily. “Of course, Rok. I will send it with the first supplies.”
Lily twisted in his arms to gaze up at him. “Am I your mate?”
He brushed her coppery hair from her face. ‘Yes, pet. You’re mine. Only mine. Always mine. Forever mine.” He cupped her chin. “Any arguments?”
She shook her head and whispered, “No.”
Chapter Eight
Rok escorted Lily into one of the guards’ sleeping chambers he’d selected as their own. They’d spent the most of the planet rotation convincing the humans that Zandia was the promised land, and all they needed to do to earn their freedom was to help win it for Zander. Though doubt lingered in the air, it wasn’t as if they had any other options or choices. Lily just hoped, after they received fair treatment, they would come to believe.
“You have to the count of five to get those clothes off,” Rok growled, his eyes glowing deep-violet with desire.
Her gaze flicked to his stiffened horns then dropped lower to the considerable bulge in his flight pants. He’d been sending her hungry looks all planet rotation, along with keeping her pinned to his side at all times as if he feared she might be taken from him again.
Prince Zander had left with her mother and sister, who had promised to send her clothing and supplies.
She shimmied out of her filthy slave dress and Mierna’s flight pants. Her nipples pebbled in the cool air, pussy clenched under Rok’s lustful stare. “I really should get cleaned up,” she murmured.
Rok groaned, and his huge hands palmed her ass, lifting her to straddle his waist. “Can’t wait....” He nipped her neck, licked up the column of her neck to suck on her earlobe.
Her bare core rested against his hardened cock, and she rocked her hips, trying to rub her clit against the fabric of his flight pants.
“You want this cock, Lily?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“You’re going to get it. You’re going to get it so hard and so long your eyeballs will flip backward in your head. And then you’ll get it some more. I’m going to pound that little pussy until you understand this is the last cock you’ll ever take. Understand me?”
A wave of heat washed over her at the possessiveness he showed. Each time he asserted his ownership of her, it healed some small part of her that feared she’d always be alone, separate.
She reached for one of his horns, but he stopped her. “You do that, pet, and your first vecking will be remarkably short. And I just promised you a rough ride.”
She laughed, the huskiness in her voice echoing in the small chamber.
He whirled and pushed her up against the wall, shoving his pants down to free his cock. “You take this cock deep now, beautiful.” He rubbed the head over her slit, testing her readiness. There was no need. Her sex dripped for him, slick and open.
Despite his harsh words, he eased into her inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to his enormous size. “You’re so vecking tight, Lily.” He withdrew a little then thrust in and up, shoving her higher on the wall. “I will never grow tired of this beautiful little pussy.”
Hooking her legs over his arms, he shoved her knees high and pinned her in place while pistoning in and out of her.
Her head lolled on the wall, eyes already rolling back as he’d promised. “Rok,” she croaked in alarm, already on the edge of an orgasm.