Stolen by the Zandian (Zandian Brides 7)

She nods, her blue gaze locked on mine, pupils wide. Her face flushes a lovely shade of golden-pink. She looks well-vecked.

Content, even.

I vecking love that look on her, and I vow to put it on her face every vecking planet rotation.

If I can keep her, that is.

I’ll have to petition King Zander for permission to mate her. He may refuse me. She’s very valuable. He may wish her to be mated to more than one Zandian male because her genes may be particularly useful for the future generations.

That thought makes me want to punch the ship wall.

The king may not even grant me a mate after what I’ve done. Although if Kailani’s body provides the answers to heal Princess Kaylar and the other sick halflings, I feel certain he’ll be grateful.

“Did you eat something? Are you hungry?”

She shakes her head. “No, Master.”

Veck. Every time she calls me that, I want to roar my satisfaction to the stars. Nothing has ever sounded more perfect to my ears.

“Good, because now I’m going to claim you again.” I crawl over her and cage her wrists gently, then press them down beside her head. “Tell me something, little warrior. You thought about leaving without me back there, didn’t you?”

Her pupils shrink, and her breath catches. I lean down and do what I’ve been dying to do since the moment I first saw her at the auction—take one of her perky brown nipples into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it then nip it with my teeth.

“Hmm? You figured out how to start the ship. One command, and you could’ve left me behind.”

“But I didn’t,” she whispers.

I give her a slow, feral smile. “No, you didn’t. Do you know why?”

She gives her head a slow roll side to side.

I settle a little of my weight on top of her, my cock long between her legs. I give her neglected nipple the same treatment. She rolls her hips to meet mine.

“Because you know you belong to me now, don’t you? I’m going to take care of you. I’m your master.”

“I-I was afraid you needed my help,” she admits, and my heart squeezes.

“You were worried about me.” My smile grows wider.

“Yes.”

I crawl lower on her body and push her knees wide. “Here I was thinking a little punishment was in order. But I think, instead, it should be reward.” I lick into her.

She jerks as if shocked by the sensation, her knees closing around my shoulders. “Khrys!” she cries out. When she grasps both my horns, I suck in my breath, nearly coming a second time without warning.

“Veck, Kailani. I’m not sure you realize what you’re doing to me.”

She gives me a knowing smile—so full of confidence and power it floors me. “I think I do,” she purrs. I slip my tongue between her folds, tracing the dainty lips. “What was my punishme

nt going to be?” she asks, like she’s sorry I removed it from the agenda.

I flick my tongue over her pleasure-button, and her knees slap my shoulders again. She lifts her hips off the bed to press her sex against my mouth. I push pin them down and affix my lips over her tiny nubbin, sucking.

“Oh….oh!” Her knees flap around my ears.

“I don’t know, a little spanking. Maybe on your pussy this time.”

She leans up on her elbows, eyes wide. “H-how?”