Her Mate and Master (Zandian Masters 6)

Vecking hell.

He hadn’t meant to put his cock in Talia. To veck her so roughly, so thoroughly, that every inch of her body must be sore now.

But her begging, her pleading made it impossible for him not to claim her.

She lay beneath him, still trembling, but her sweet body limp and relaxed now. He’d brought her relief.

That had to count for something, didn’t it?

No.

He shouldn’t have bred her. She was Seke’s daughter, for veck’s sake. The only known living female of breeding age. Daneth, Zander’s physician, probably needed her eggs to artificially inseminate and implant in human females, as he’d attempted to do with his human mate, Bayla. Or perhaps he’d wish to inseminate Talia with Zander’s sperm.

Why did that thought enrage him?

He eased out of his beautiful female. The sight of his rainbow hued semen between her legs brought a jolt of satisfaction that greatly outweighed his guilt.

My female.

Mine.

But she wasn’t his.

Her long lashes closed, and a flash of sadness crossed her face, causing a violent stab of pain in his chest.

He ran his knuckles over her cheek. “What is it, starshine? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry.”

Her eyelids blinked back open; violet eyes regarded him. He couldn’t read her expression.

The wand. She was still in discomfort from the anal phallus he’d put in place. He gripped the end of it and eased it out.

Talia’s body shuddered and relaxed. “Are you sorry?” There was a haunted quality to her voice that sent a spike of alarm through him.

“Sorry I served you when your body was in need? Veck, no, baby.” He slid a hand under her knee to spread it wider and ran his open mouth along her inner thigh, tasting her.

She shivered. “I thought you were the master, and I was to serve you.” Her breathless voice sent a fresh kick of lust through him, despite his glorious release.

“No, beautiful. You’re to obey. I serve. My job is to protect you. Keep you safe. Satisfied, if I decide you deserve it.”

Her lovely brown-violet eyes rolled back in her head, and she groaned, reaching for her pussy.

He caught her wrist and held it away as he used his other hand to stroke her clit. “You love being subject to my rule.”

She arched, full lips parting. “I love the way you serve.”

“Good, starshine. Then, you’ll obey.” He quirked a smile. “Or you won’t, and I’ll punish you.”

Her pelvic floor squeezed and lifted as if a mini-orgasm had just run through her. “I already want more. It’s the crystals, Tomis. This place…” Her head rolled fitfully over the rock floor.

His brows dropped. Veck. He hadn’t meant to claim her the first time. She already needed him again? Stars. He was vecking incapable of denying her when she turned needy. He rubbed her swollen bud in circles.

“More,” she panted.

Holy Zandian star! He slid his hands under her buttocks and brought her pelvis to meet his mouth. He flicked the sensitive nub with his tongue then clamped his lips over it and sucked, hard.

“Ooh—oh! Yes, Tomis. More. Please. Please.”

Oh stars, she was begging again. This female would be the death of all his self-control. He lowered her pelvis to the floor, drinking in the sight of his greedy little female half-sick with desire. Her eyes were dilated and glassy, cheeks flushed a pinkish-purple, hair twisted around her head. If Zandians had worshipped any deity, she would look like Talia. A goddess, made for vecking. Yielding soft flesh ready to be implanted.