Claimed by the Zandian (Zandian Brides 6)

I feel so lost and empty without his touch. “No, please.” I beg immediately, widening my legs. “Please. I’ll ask you. Please touch me, make me come.”

“You’ll let me own you like this? Control your pleasure? Anytime I want?” He pinches my clit softly, then strokes. Up. Down. Up. Down.

I give up all control. “Yes, yes, just please.”

“Ask me to spank you. Then I’ll let you come.”

“Please spank me.” I say it without reservation, and the truth is that I want that burn on my ass. I like the way it feels. I like his ownership of my body, because what he’s doing right now—so skillfully and masterfully—is also enacted with precision and care.

“Anytime, Zina.” He maneuvers me so that my ass points up to the ceiling of the craft, and he spanks me again, again, again. Each smack makes me burn hotter until I can’t stand it.

I utter a strangled cry, and he seems to know just what I mean.

“Then come.” His hands are back at my ass and pussy, and he works me like magic, and my mind and body explode in a symphony of pleasure so abrupt and magnificent that I cry out over and over again.

Tarek

She lies on my lap, exhausted, panting, bathed in sweat and arousal. Her nipples are taut with pleasure, and I bend down and suckle them as she comes down from her peak.

She smiles and gives a moan of pleasure and her eyelids flicker. Her cuffed hands rest on her flat stomach. “That was… I don’t even have words.”

I can sense the relaxation emanating from her body. It’s like the tension, fear and anger have dissipated, leaving her loose for the very first time since I’ve known her. And it feels good to know that I gave that to her.

I’d pleasured her while she was bound, and that thought turns me on even more. My cock is like iron. I want nothing more than to bend her over the sleep disk and bury myself in her tight pussy—

My comm crackles. “Tarek, report to the bridge.”

Excrement.

I realize where I am and what I’ve done. Here we are on a rescue mission to save a human child, and I—the navigator in charge—took a break to veck a human.

I wince.

Of course, I have a backup in the bridge. And naturally they’d have called me in an emergency. But what the veck am I thinking, losing my mind and my control like this?

Even if I’ve brought her pleasure, there is no way I should have touched her at all! Veck.

What a mess I’m making of things. Every being knows how sensitive and emotional humans can be, how easily they bond. I probably won’t see or have contact with the delectable human once we land on Zandia. We would have no reason to interact, and there’s no way King Zander will grant me—with my genetic defect—a valuable breeder as a mate. And yet I may have just forged an emotional attachment with her. On her part.

Not on mine. I can’t get attached.

I frown, not liking the way my chest tightens with these thoughts. I slide Zina from my lap and place her beside me. Her clothes are ripped—she’ll need them replaced.

I tap my comm. “Jass, bring another flight suit for human Zina. Place it in the passthrough.”

“Affirmative.” If Jass has any suspicion of why the current suit is presently unsuitable, he does not betray it in his tone. In a few seconds, the new garments appear.

I get up and shake out the folds. “Here.” My voice is gruff as I hand them to Zina. I adjust my cock, which is uncomfortably tight in my breeches. I did not get pleasure myself, and it’s not like I can go masturbate in the corner. Veck.

She raises her cuffed hands. “I can’t.”

I unlock the cuffs from each other, but leave them affixed to each wrist. “Don’t attack anyone else, or these will get activated again.” I know my tone is too harsh for what just happened. What shouldn’t have happened. I just couldn’t resist her.

“I should go back to Enya.”

Does she regret what we did, too? Worse, does she think it somehow means a promise of— fidelity? Mating? I don’t know how humans think. And even if I wanted her badly—still do—I can’t offer her anything.

“Right.” I clear my throat, reaching out to touch her arm. “I enjoyed what we did, Zina. Very much. But I won’t be your master or mate, so… it’s—it can’t happen again.”