Claimed by the Zandian (Zandian Brides 6) - Page 38

“Yes,” I whisper.

“You want me to veck you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Thank veck,” he says. He starts with slow, upward thrusts, no less forceful than the first one. He’s too big and it’s too rough, and yet there’s something so satisfying about being completely filled, completely dominated.

He holds my hips and picks up speed, bumping my ass with his loins.

I flatten my hands against the wall and brace my arms to keep my face from colliding with the metal.

“You don’t manipulate me, Zina,” he says as he continues to plow into me.

“No, Master,” I agree, although I’m not the least bit sorry with the result.

“And stay away from that human.”

“I will,” I promise, panting for breath.

“Veck, Zina,” he curses, his pumps growing erratic. “You feel so good. I never knew it could be this good.” He reaches around the front of my hips and finds my clit. The moment he rubs it, I come, my legs turning to rubber. Tarek holds me up and fucks me hard as I clench around his cock and then he shouts, his hot seed filling me and spilling down my legs as he holds me tight.

Tarek

Veck. I did it again. I don’t know why I can’t keep my hands off the fetching human. She’s simply irresistible to me.

I should have encouraged a bond with Tal, my human trainee because I certainly can’t claim her, but instead I made my declaration to the world by throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her to the dome.

What will happen when I have to cut her loose from training? She won’t be my student anymore. I won’t be her master. Won’t have any right to punish her sweet little ass.

And why the veck does that thought make me want to smash all the equipment in the dome?

I ease out of the precious female and use my tunic to clean between her legs.

I don’t even know what to say to her now.

I’m sorry. I’m an idiot who can’t keep his hands off you.

I don’t want to tell her any of those things. I want to keep her my willing student, subject to my discipline.

Subject to my cock.

But it won’t be long before my superiors question why I’m wasting my time on her when she’s so clearly unqualified.

I help Zina back into her clothing. “Are you going to be a good girl?” I ask, still playing her disciplinarian.

“Yes, Master.” She leans into me and I don’t stop myself from wrapping my arms around her and pulling her soft form against mine.

“Good girl.” I give her ass a squeeze and then a pat. “I’ll see you next week, then.”

She pulls away. My sensors tell me her eyes are trained on my face. She’s probably trying to understand what’s happening between us. And I’m an asshole because I can’t explain it. Because it shouldn’t be happening.

“Bye, Zina,” I murmur, walking her to the door.

“Um, bye. I’ll see you next week.”

I give her ass one last playful slap before she heads through the door, and then I head for the washtube so my captain won’t smell her on me.

I’m going to get myself in a galaxy of trouble if I don’t pull back from this human.

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