Zandian Lights (Zandian Brides 4)

Mykl

* * *

It shouldn’t hurt so much.

Leaving Kianna at her work station after taking her so roughly—after punishing her and vecking her ass—it’s all wrong.

And yet I don’t know what else to do.

I can’t mate her. I’ve already explained why I can’t.

She knows why I can’t.

Why, then, did she goad me into that?

Why did I let her? I knew what she was doing, and I still walked right into it.

I craved it as much as she did.

And like last time, the orgasm I had went beyond any experience I’ve had in my life. It’s like Kianna knows how to unlock some masculine part of me I threw away when I found out I could no longer serve my king as a warrior.

But I am from a long line of warriors.

And that’s why I must breed with a Zandian, as I promised my father.

I can’t allow this to happ

en with Kianna again. I only hurt her, and she’s the last being on Zandia I ever want to wound. She’s far too precious to be treated like a sex slave whom I can bend over and veck any time it suits me.

No, she deserves some being who can be a true mate. Offer her the love and laughter the humans crave.

Even if I wasn’t promised for Zandia, I’m not capable of nurturing a relationship with a human. I lack the sensitivity required.

No, Kianna’s better off without me. And if I need to transfer her to another master in order to keep my hands off her, I will.

Chapter 7

Mykl

* * *

I’ve been waiting so long, that when I hear the words from far-flung space pirates, I don’t believe it at first.

I drop the auto-tuner and it clatters on the work table as I grab the scanner, as if holding it will bring me closer.

“One Zandian female… sector B… heading to auction in Segron 8…”

Then there’s static, but I got what I needed. I activate my comm unit.

“Master Seke!” My voice is ferocious with urgency. “Emergency mission requested. There is word of a Zandian female headed to auction.”

Seke’s response is immediate. “Where?” His tense excitement comes through.

“In Sector B in Segron 8.”

“We have never flown into that airspace.” Master Seke’s voice is clipped. “Pilots would have to endure five times the usual hyperdrive jump just to get into the territory. It’s many light years farther than we’ve ever travelled.” He pauses. “In addition, we have no auto-nav for that areas. The solar bands are deadly.”

“You know we have to do this.” It’s not even a question. My voice rises. “I’ve been studying the star maps for solar cycles. I have them memorized.” I’m curt with urgency. “I know them like my own hands. We can do this.”