Zandian Lights (Zandian Brides 4)

“Here we are.” He stops in front of his dome and flicks his left wrist, holding me effortlessly with the other arm, and the door slides open.

“There was no time to prepare crystals.” He shifts me and sets me down in front of him and looks into my eyes. “But you’re mine already, even if your pretty nipples don’t yet hold my gems.” A beat. “Isn’t that right?”

I suck in my breath. “Yes. Wait! My breasts…”

He gives me a wicked grin. “It won’t hurt, the piercing. Much.” He raises one brow. “And if I’m not wrong, you don’t mind a bit of pain during your pleasure.”

“I don’t!” Why am I bothering to protest? We both know it’s true.

“Mmm, I believe that’s a lie.” He reaches out and rips my gown so suddenly that I squeal in surprise. “And do you remember what happens when you disobey me?”

“You didn’t tell me not to lie. In fact, you grumbled one time that humans are categorically unable to prevent themselves from doing it.” I gasp as he pulls the destroyed fabric from my body, so I’m standing there in just my panties.

My nipples harden under his gaze, and I quirk a little triumphant smile when his breathing deepens.

He narrows his eyes. “Then I shall have fun attempting to train it out of you. With my hand and my belt.” He puts one hand to his waist, to the thick strap of leather, and I nearly swoon.

“Why, Master Mykl, it looks like you want to teach me some kind of lesson.” I bat my eyes. “If only I could figure out why.”

“You know why,” he growls and tugs me into his arms, so I press up against him. He smells fantastic—his own essence and his sweat, mixed together in a way that intoxicates me. “Because you’re my vecking mate, and you’re going to obey me from now on.”

“Haven’t I always?” I pull one hand free from his tight embrace and run it down his body. “Mother Earth, you’re so muscular. So hard.” His impressive chest. Lean waist. Narrow hips. Powerful thighs. My palm draws closer to the place I’m dying to touch.

“Yes, there.” He leans down and bites my neck, lightly at first. When I press my palm against his cock, feeling it through his trousers, he growls and bites me harder.

“Mykl,” I gasp out his name, legs buckling.

He chuckles and swoops me back into his arms. “Yes, love?”

When I look into his face, the emotion there is unmistakable. I press my palm to his cheek and hold it there, feeling the warmth of his taut, firm skin. “I’m so happy.”

His irises change to purple. “As am I.” He looks away, then meets my eyes again, and his jaw flushes a deeper purple. “I am not… accustomed to regular declarations of feelings. You must give me time.” But his smile is proof enough that the words don’t matter. I can see what I need in his eyes.

“All the time in the world,” I promise him, and press my lips to his.

He kisses me back, playing my mouth with his tongue, then pulls back. “Take your panties off for me, Kianna.”

He strides to the hoverdisk and puts me down. “Do it slowly. Then hand them to me.”

My face burns. “Mykl—”

“Now.” He crosses his arms and raises a brow. “Or did you need some motivation first

?”

At my expression, he smiles. “I’m your master, like you so aptly called me earlier. And that means you do what I say, when I say it.”

“Yes, Master.” The truth is that I like to be his little submissive female in the bedroom. Just remembering the last time we were together has me pressing my thighs together, ready to moan and beg for his undivided attention.

I wiggle the string panties down my thighs, past my calves and feet, and twirl them on one finger. “Come and get it.” I giggle, then scream when he flashes forward and pins me to the bed before I can say another word. Damn, he’s fast! Warrior or no, his reflexes are on point.

“Did I tell you to tease me?” He presses me to the bed, his huge hands holding my small ones down against the cover. His hips press into mine and I can feel how hard he is. He shifts to position his iron length so he presses into the seam of my thighs, and I whimper, spread my legs a little, wanting more.

“Well, not with words,” I admit. “Oh, ow!”

He bites my nipple, then sucks it. “Try again.”

“Maybe? Ow, ow, no!” I giggle and push against his body, in vain. “Ow. I’m sorry. No, you did not.”