Her pussy clenched.

His tongue swirled again, teeth scraped along the finger. His violet eyes met hers, and a shock ran through her. Her knees went weak, body shivery and feverish, as her anus closed around the plug and his skilled tongue lapped at her thumb. He released her finger and swiped his lips with the back of his hand to rid his mouth of the stickers. “Did I get them all out?” His voice sounded deeper than usual, raspy.

“I-I’m not sure.” She’d lost her breath.

“Leora.” He spoke her name like a lament, like being with her made him sorry for something. “I’m not sure I’ll survive training you.”

“Nor am I,” she whispered.

~.~

Seke wanted to shove Leora against the wall and pound his cock into her until she screamed for mercy. The way her breath caught, the flutter of her pulse at her throat as he stood so close to her, and her wounded flesh in his mouth, had him shaking with lust.

Fortunately, the palace chef, Barr, entered, and Leora pulled back from Seke. “Any harvest, Leora?” Barr sounded cheerful, as always. Like most of the Zandians who’d lived in the pod since Zandia’s demise, he seemed to find the new presence of females invigorating.

“Ah...yes.” Her voice sounded shaky. She gestured toward the bowl. “Some fruit.”

“Lamira picked some earlier, so I’ll add these to the bounty.”

Seke caught Leora’s eye, the pink flush of her cheeks deepening. “Did you realize your daughter had already been here?” He already knew the answer by the way she turned from him, taking an intense interest in the leaf of the plant in front of her.

Humans lied. They didn’t have the same sense of honor as Zandians, a fact that had bothered Zander immensely when he’d taken Lamira as his breeder. But if you watched them closely, it wasn’t too hard to see beyond their words.

“Leora.” He kept his voice soft, so Barr wouldn’t turn back as he bustled away with the fruit.

“Yes, master,” she whispered, still not looking at him.

Veck, she was sweet. He vecking loved when she called him master. Which was wrong on so many levels. For one, Zandians shouldn’t take slaves. It wasn’t part of their culture, and had been Zander’s original objection to buying Lamira. For another, his pleasure at her subservience surely showed an ego-driven desire for power. Masters of the battle arts had no use for ego or power. They served as honorable beings.

He tunneled his fingers into the back of her hair and gripped her by the nape. When she still didn’t look at him, he put a finger under her chin. “Were you going to tell me?”

Her lips looked full and lush—close enough for him to ravish with a bruising kiss, if he let himself. But he wouldn’t. She hesitated.

“I punish for lies, lovely.” He kept his words soft and light, banking on the tenuous bond he’d established to win her honesty.

“No, master.”

He kissed her forehead. “Thank you for your honesty, little one. It saved you from further punishment this time. But you’ve dawdled enough.” He turned her and propelled her out of the Great Hall. “We have Zander’s punishment to deal with before I put you to bed in your cage.”

She stiffened. Whether it was from the mention of punishment or the cage, he wasn’t sure, but the woven magic between them dissipated.

He didn’t want to administer Zander’s punishment—the serious whipping she’d earned for allowing or encouraging her daughter to leave the pod and put herself and their unborn young in danger. Slapping her with the flat of his hand while holding her snug against his lap was one thing. Binding her to the apparatus Daneth had provided and using various implements was another.

But it had to be done. He served Zander and had taken Leora on as his slave, his responsibility. And no, he wouldn’t want or allow any other being to do it in his stead.

He brought her to his chamber and leaned his back against the door. His nervous system had been abuzz since the moment he’d taken charge of her that planet rotation—fight or flight hormones dumping into his system, making his pulse race, his skin flush. And, yes, keeping his horns stiff and his cock thick and heavy for her. Stars, he didn’t want to desire her so.

He drew what he wished was a calming breath and began her lesson. “What do you do when you enter my chamber?”

She lifted those green eyes, her expression puzzled. He didn’t help her. Dawning bloomed, and some of the openness on her face hardened, chin lifted as she peeled off her robes, letting them drop to the floor.

Far from appearing humiliated by her forced nudity, she faced him and square

d her shoulders and if the challenge hadn’t been so dead on the mark, he might have laughed in wonder at her brilliance. But she’d pinned him—she hadn’t missed his agony every time he was near that perfect, petite human body and had to resist flipping her onto her back and burying his malehood into her tight, moist heat until she screamed for mercy, for more. He wanted her calling his name as he spanked her ass red and then vecked her hard and rough from behind.

“That’s right.” He summoned the whip-like control again, pacing slowly toward her—no, prowling. “When you’re in my chamber, you’re naked. Why is that, little slave?”

Her nostrils flared as she drew a breath through them, as if to calm her ire. “To humble me.”

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