“Our escape. And if by minor you mean major, then yes. I agree.” She narrows her eyes and glances around the craft area.
“Don’t even think about it,” I warn.
“By it, do you mean save your life again?” She puts a hand down to brace off the floor and gets slowly to her feet. “Ow.” She winces and drops the cover as she reaches for her largest cut. “Oh, ow.”
I’m up in a flash and at her side. Mainly to prevent her from doing anything rash, but I’m also concerned about her health. Super-engineered she may be, but she’s still mortal—and humans are far more fragile than Zandians. “Let me see.”
“Don’t touch me.” She shoves my hand away from her leg.
I catch her gaze, raising a stern eyebrow. “Behave yourself, little warrior. I will do what’s necessary to see to your health. You will not fight me.”
My breath hitches when I notice her nipples stiffen at my admonishment. I shouldn’t be surprised. Our species learned great compatibility with the human females due to their love of our sexual dominance. Her breath quickens.
My horns stiffen and lean in her direction. “I’m your master now. You will submit and obey.” Veck, those words make my cock rock hard. This beautiful slave is my ward for the moment. “But don’t be afraid. A good master takes care of his prize.”
And this one is a prize indeed. Beautiful. Bold. Incredibly strong and fast. Highly intelligent.
I wish I could keep her for myself—mate her and see what sort of halflings we could produce together. But halflings are the reason we need her. She’s not for breeding. She’s my offering to Zandia to get back into King Zander’s good graces. To prove myself worthy again after my recent failure.
I keep one hand firm on her left shoulder and run the right hand over her calf, stopping before I touch the wound. “I have a medical kit that can help.”
“I’m not a prize...not a possession,” she asserts, but she sounds breathless. Her pupils are dilated, and her gaze keeps sweeping over my chest, shoulders and arms. “I don’t need your—oh. A med kit. That sounds acceptable.” Her cheeks flush, and she looks away.
I retrieve it from the side of the station and apply the salve and bandages and give her a fluid tube. I show her how to attach the upper-arm patch that seeps nourishment and medication through her skin; it will time-release the right dosage, so she can heal and regain strength. “This will help until we get back to Zandia. Dr. Daneth can make sure—”
She flinches. “No doctors. Where are you taking me?” Her voice rises with fear. “No—I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Oh, you’re not?” I smirk. “How do you plan to get away? And then where exactly are you headed?” I quirk a brow. “And how will you get there? Perhaps you have a secret craft in the pocket of your—oh, but you’re naked, aren’t you?” I tsk. “
Ah, yes—she’s vecking naked. As if I weren’t acutely aware of that delectable fact.
Now that we’re safely hidden in the vast expanses of hyperspace, away from our pursuers, and the craft on autopilot, her beauty hits me with full force.
Her dark curls fall in front of her slender shoulders. Her body is lean and muscular with perfect round breasts and pink-brown nipples that make me want to grab her and do unspeakable things right here on the floor of the craft. My cock and horns get hard, and I turn aside for a moment to gain control.
When I look at her again, she has the blanket back and has wrapped it around herself in an ad-hoc gown. Her golden skin is flushed. “I could have managed.” She looks around the area again.
She’s clearly assessing my craft even as I have the total upper hand. I’ll have to watch this one—she probably has escape plans already forming in her beautiful head.
“You have no chance against me,” I advise.
“Didn’t my assessment skills save you not once but twice from a long-range weapon?” She raises her brows.
“You were incredible,” I admit.
She blinks as if she’s never received a compliment before. Her color returns to normal again, and her breathing evens. Her own strength and the med kit have clearly helped her recover. “Well, then. Let’s call it even, and you set me loose on the next habitable free planet.” She glares at me and taps her foot.
“No chance, little warrior.”
I didn’t think she’d show abject submission and adoration, crying meekly and agreeing to my every suggestion. But she’s far feistier than I could have predicted.
A fact that for some reason makes my balls ache. I need to regain the upper hand. There’s no way I can get us safely back to Zandia unless she’s docile.
“Let’s get something clear.” I step forward. “I recognize your part in my—our—escape. But humans are not free in this galaxy. You are currently under my protection—and command. There’s nowhere for you to go without a master, and I am your master.”
I stare at her. As before, she turns pink under my gaze, and her thighs squeeze together. Veck—is she aroused? Yes, I believe her change in scent indicates arousal. I don’t have intimate knowledge of human females, but these are universally understood tells. If I’m not wrong, this little warrior wants me as badly as I want her.
My voice gets husky. Perhaps I should apply a little gentle punishment to cleave her to me as master. “You will do as I say.” My voice thickens with desire. I step forward another inch.