Mastered by the Zandians (Zandian Brides 3)

“You need to be more emotional.” Domm grins. “Be good for you.”

Rumor is that Zandians with human brides become as emotional as their human mates. I would sooner die than face that fate.

I growl. “Get out of here. You’re getting soft.”

“Still see you later for sparring practice?” Lanz puts up both hands and dances. “You’re getting weak, old one. Hoping that you senior citizens can still muster up some strength to fight.”

“You’re going to go put some healing lotion on that place I hit you,” I tell him. “And as for senior citizen, yes, I may be a few solar cycles older than you are. But also several solar cycles wiser.”

He snorts even as he grins. Following his gaze, I see what has captured his attention as their human lifts her hand to wave when the group around her begins to disperse. Lanz slaps my shoulder. “Well, I’m wise enough to know that Mirelle’s far better company than you—”

“Not to mention a much more entertaining sparring partner,” Domm cuts in to add.

He and Domm grab their gear and head off, joking and pushing each other in a companionable brotherhood that makes me wistful—for a split second.

Then I shake my head. How in the stars can two Zandians share one female without getting angry and jealous? I could never do it.

I think about them going back to their domicile with Mirelle, and what they will be doing. Her loud cries, her soft skin…

But as I imagine the picture, the Zandian doing the vecking is me. And the soft beautiful human beneath my hard body, the one whose eyes flash and whose soft little cries undo me, is Kianna. The one whose alabaster ass tips up for my hand is the little female who sasses me every planet rotation here on the jobsite. The one I’m dying to take over my lap and punish and then veck until her eyes fill with stars and her lips are full of my name, only my name, forever.

I push one fist into the other. These thoughts don’t help anything. Sure, Kianna is the prettiest human on the planet. And I’ve seen the way she looks at me, her eyes full of heat and hope. And yes, I’d like to take her back to my dome and make her mine. For a solar cycle or two.

But I don’t want a human mate. And even if I’d be satisfied to get her out of my system, I can’t be sure she’d do the same. Humans, I’ve come to learn, bond completely. That’s the last thing I need.

I head back to my workstation and pick up the capacitors and resistors. My king has given me an order, and I will carry it out. I will create the perfect energy storage system so that we can capture the light energy from the solstice.

Still, as I cipher rapidly, working out equations regarding max flux and heat transfer, I’m thinking about Kianna’s smile.

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