Stolen by the Zandian (Zandian Brides 7)

Khrys

Aw, veck. I lean my forehead against the door to the washroom and squeeze my throbbing member.

The way the little warrior looked at me after I stepped out of the shower still has me hard. She eyed my cock like she wanted to know how it tasted. What it felt like to ride it fast and hard. Her fear of the washtube had dropped away and desire simmered there beneath it.

I’d scented her arousal. I know the intoxicating smell now, after last night. Like warm honey cakes and Zandian starshine.

When I hear her restart the washtube, I groan. The thought of her in there, naked.

Oh stars, she’s so beautiful!

I want her. Badly.

But she’s not mine. Her purpose on Zandia is far higher than mating and breeding. She could be the answer to the Z4-A epidemic affecting the youngest generation. She is way too important. And considering how low I’ve fallen with King Zander, I can’t imagine he would grant any petition I made to mate her.

Still, I must win her trust. Bond her to me for the time being in order to bring her in willingly. Her existence up until now has been horrible. I know with certainty Zandia will be far more pleasant, but she doesn’t know that yet.

Hopefully my giving her control of her medicine and going to retrieve the flowers necessary to make more will be enough to secure her confidence in me and my species.

I squeeze my cock again, through my leggings. Down, boy. Claiming her would be wrong. I don’t want to lead her to believe I can mate her when there’s a possibility I will end up in the dungeons for this stunt.

Of course, I’m hoping that won’t be the case. I’m hoping this restores my honor, but it could go the other way.

I force myself away from the washroom door and back to the controls. It must be nearly time to land the ship.

Kailani

After my shower, I find a comb in the washroom and brush my hair. I look in the glass, feeling, for the first time in my life, beautiful. Whether it’s from pampering my body in the washtube or the way the Zandian looks at me, I can’t be sure. All I know is the feeling isn’t unpleasant.

My whole life, this body has been a Kraa tool. Something to cut and carve and change. Something to be used for their purposes.

They had no interest in my beauty. I wasn’t for breeding. I can’t compare my existence with that of breeding slaves. I don’t know whether theirs is easier or harder. All I know is sexuality was missing from my life until the previous planet rotation.

Until Khrys.

I suddenly don’t hate my body the way I used to. In fact, I almost… like it.

The ship dips and rumbles, and I realize we’re landing. I step out of the washroom to stand behind Khrys and look through the port windows. I press my face up against the glass. It’s so thick that there’s no temperature gradient from outside. The material gives the same warmth as the air around me.

“It’s dark.”

He nods. “We’re in an uninhabited field, cloaked. We’re safe. First light comes soon. You will recognize the flowers?”

“Yes.” At least I hope so.

“Then you will come with me. It may take both of us searching to find them. You should ready yourself and eat something first.”

“Oh.” My stomach lurches, and I glance back at the bench—my case is still there. “Good.” I hurry back to touch it. I’ve never had a young, but I imagine this is how a mother feels when she can’t let it out of her sight.

“It’s cold and might rain; you’ll need this jacket.” He hands me a sleek garment with a hood. “It’s weather resistant. Remember that the air is thinner than your old planet, so you may feel a little out of breath at first.”

I put the jacket beside the case while I use the ship’s washroom and eat a packet of food. “My lungs are more powerful than a regular human’s.”

He nods. “I know.”

Excitement starts to grow. Dangerous or not, this is an adventure—my first, ever. “I get to walk around without the Kraa masters.” My voice must hold extreme excitement.

“What?” He turns from the console where he’s reading some holo docs.