Zandian Pet (Zandian Masters 7)

Oh veck! Mina! Don’t worry, pet, I’m coming for you. Erick’s determined voice came through.

But she couldn’t answer him.

Apparently, Neo had to keep his sex partners prisoner, because he had cuffs attached at the head and foot of a low sleeping platform. He swiftly locked her in place as she stared up, unable to blink or move any muscle in her body. It was a wonder her heart still beat, lungs moved air.

Immediate backup requested for primary team, Rok barked. Jano and Jasu, fly your vecking galacatacarriers out. I’m triggering explosions now. Pal, find the primary team and get them the veck out of there!

On our way, Pal clipped.

Who is flying out the third galactacarrier? some being asked, maybe Jano or Jasu.

We’ll leave it vecking behind, if we have to. Erick and I aren’t leaving without our females! Rok snarled.

Copy that. Jano taking off.

Jaso taking off.

Explosions sounded through the building.

Neo turned a deadly gaze on her. Gone was the pompous, well-mannered collector. She was seeing the killer. “What is this, Mina? What are you after?”

“Lord Nin, the galactacarriers are taking off!” A frantic transmission came through some invisible comms unit on Neo.

His face contorted with rage, and he picked up the shock stick and hit her with the voltage again, just for spite.

The door flew open, and Erick took Neo down with a single laser shot to the head.

“Mina,” he choked, taking in her lifeless form. He unsheathed his sword and sliced off her bonds then put his ear to her chest.

Not dead, she tried to croak, but nothing came out.

He scooped her up and ran down a smoky corridor.

Rok and Lily taking off in the third galactacarrier, Rok reported.

Thank the stars. That must mean her friends made it out. At least Lily had.

Guards rounded the bend at a run, and Erick fired twice, dropping them both. A true warrior. He killed four more on the run through the mansion and had to use the laser gun to shoot the panel of an electronic door that kept them from exiting. The bodies of sleeping guards lay everywhere on the dock, but her friends waited at the ship, hatch open. “Come on, come on,” they urged.

Someone tried to take her from Erick, but he wouldn’t let go.

The ship lurched into the air before anyone had buckled in, and Erick stumbled along the deck until he found a cot to lay her on. Beside it, Depri lay on another, tending to his own bleeding shoulder wound.

Erick injected her with something that took away the jangling of her nerve endings, the fire that had started in tiny pinpricks. He pressed a large Zandian crystal into her palm and closed his fingers around hers, helping her hold it against her heart.

Her body sputtered to life, and she lurched to a sitting position, coughing and choking in more breath.

Erick clapped an oxygen m

ask over her nose and mouth, and she sank back to the cot.

This wasn’t how she expected to feel. Like the weak female who required rescuing. Like the one who’d been captured for sex. Used like a slave pet.

Gone was the strength and excitement she’d felt going into the mission. Buried under the guilt and shame that she’d sucked another male’s cock. Had used her body like a slave’s again. She wanted to beg Erick’s forgiveness, but then that instinct made her angry.

Why should she apologize? She’d been doing what she had to do, like any other warrior there.

Why, then, did she feel so dirty?