His Human Vessel (Zandian Masters 5)

She was staying. With him. She wanted him to be her master. As her reward.

It hardly made sense to him, and yet he’d never experienced such a sense of victory in his life.

“Come here,” he said gruffly when he opened his eyes.

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Bayla observed Daneth’s tension, and his relief. She knew it was about his experiment, not her, but she still enjoyed the fierce satisfaction that lit his expression as she approached.

He caught her face in both his large hands and his lips crashed down on hers, tearing at her mouth. He nipped her lips, sucked them, dragged his mouth across them. He thrust his tongue between them, all the while holding her prisoner for the kiss.

Not that she wanted to escape. Her surprise at the passion she’d evoked in him pierced her with satisfaction. Her cool, reserved doctor had crumbled. She may belong to him, but he belonged to her, too. A victory she’d aimed to win from the start.

“Take your clothes off,” he said roughly.

Was he going to claim her? To breed her? She found the idea far more appealing than his intended protocol. If she had his baby, perhaps it wouldn’t be taken from her. Perhaps he’d keep her as his slave, and she’d tend to their child. The idea set off rockets of desire so strong, she could scarcely contain herself.

So she didn’t. She stripped off her clothing and dropped to her knees, pressing her mouth against his crotch.

“Vecking stars, Bayla,” he growled and shoved his pants down, allowing his full erection to spring free.

She licked around the head then took him deep, keeping her eyes lifted for his command. Her pussy clenched between her thighs, nipples hardened to stiff peaks.

He met her gaze, and his nostrils flared. He grasped the back of her head and shoved deep, causing her to choke and her eyes to water. Daneth didn’t have mercy, though. He seemed to lose control, thrusting with the erratic force of a male about to climax.

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked until he came, burning the back of her throat with the salty tang of his essence. His thighs shook with the intensity of his release and the kick of power it gave her. Knowing she’d caused this loss of control in him, thrilled her.

He pulled out of her mouth and stared down at her, as if dazed at what they’d done.

“Master,” she whispered.

“You chose me.”

She thought she heard awe in his voice, but before she could dissect it, he had her up from the floor and on her back on his sleepdisk. He gripped her knees and drew her thighs apart, affixing his mouth to her core.

Five mind-blowing minutes later, she came all over his thrusting fingers, her clit suctioned tight in his mouth.

An hour later, after she’d come six more times from his talented fingers, she wept, certain she couldn’t handle any more. “Please, Master. No more. I’m so tired.”

He towered over her, smug satisfaction oozing from him. “Don’t forget, you chose to be owned by me.” He brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek. “I decide when you rest and when you deserve pleasure.”

She shook her head, her hair already rubbed into a tangle from the friction against the mattress. “No more pleasure,” she whispered. “Please...rest.”

He smiled indulgently. “Yes, rest now, slave. Tomorrow is your implantation.”

A heaviness fell over her at the reminder.

He scooped her into his arms and carried her to her cage, placing her inside with care.

“What must I do tomorrow?”

He wrapped a large palm around her ankle and squeezed. “It’s a simple and painless procedure. You must lie still and rest afterward to make sure it attaches. That is all.”

“And then...grow a baby? Or young? What do Zandians call it?”

“Young. Yes.”

“And who will care for the young?”