Series: Zandian Brides Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
I can’t believe he’s going to mate me tonight!
I’ve wanted this but didn’t dare believe it would happen, especially because Daven always seemed to be holding back. The idea of us becoming a family changes everything. It creates a safety I didn’t feel before.
The sense of belonging here on Zandia.
The situation with the transmitters in our heads can be managed. My friends will learn to control theirs the way I have. And if that can’t be done, well, now we know a human pilot. If I have to, I will ask Mirelle to fly to Planet Larew, so I can deactivate the chips from the lab.
Guilt stabs at me. Daven is my mate, and I’m still keeping this from him.
Perhaps it’s time to come clean. Bring him in on it all.
But not tonight.
I don’t want to ruin this special moment.
He enters, the handsome planes of his face rendering his expression inscrutable.
Still, I can tell by the thickening and tilting of his horns that the sight of me kneeling here arouses him.
He walks over and stands above me. “Good girl. Take out my cock.”
I rise up on my knees to bring myself eye-level with his waist. He’s in the traditional Zandian warrior garb–a white tunic and white pants made of a finely woven material that probably cost more than a hundred human slaves. He uses one hand to pull off his tunic as I lower the pants enough to free his erection.
“That’s it,” he praises me.
I wrap my fingers around the base, aiming his length in the direction of my mouth. I part my lips.
“Wait for permission,” he warns.
I remain suspended, lips open, face inches from his huge, purple member. A drip of rainbow pre-cum leaks from his slit.
“Slowly,” he commands.
I extend my tongue and flick it over his slit, tasting his essence.
His cock jerks in my hand, and Daven gives a growl of pleasure.
Emboldened, I run my tongue around the rim of his head, following the smooth contours, and tracing the thick veins.
I cup his heavy balls before I take his length as far into my mouth as I can.
Daven growls and fists my hair, using my head to move me forward and back over his cock.
I love that he controls the movement. Shows me what he likes. Directs the action.
He thrusts deeper, bumping the back of my throat, making my eyes water, but I work hard to relax and keep sucking. He groans as he picks up speed.
My nipples tighten, my pussy soaks knowing he’s aroused. Close to finding his release.
“Veck, Sia, I smell your arousal. Do you like pleasing your master?”
I pull off long enough to say, “Yes, Master,” and then return to my duty.
He tightens his fingers in my hair. His balls draw up, and he climaxes, spilling his seed into my mouth. My throat.
I swallow it down and lick my lips as he caresses my face.
“Did you like pleasing your mate?” His voice is soft.
“Yes, Master,” I whisper.
“Sweet girl.” He picks me up and gently arranges me on my back on the sleeping platform. He leaves me to go to a drawer, where he pulls out a gun and fits it with something.
“Where do you want to wear my crystal?”
I’ve seen other humans with piercings. Some in their noses, some ears, some in the sides of their cheeks or eyebrows.
“You choose,” I tell him.
He climbs over me, tracing his finger lightly over the contours of my face, then down my throat and between my breasts. “I want it to be somewhere everyone can see. So they’ll know you belong to me.”
He fingers the crest of one of my ears. “Here.” He places the mouth of the gun to the flesh of my ear and pulls the trigger. I jerk at the momentary pain, but Daven’s mouth is on mine, kissing away the shock.
“Now you’re mine, sweet female,” he murmurs. “My mate. My little human. Future mother of my young.”
Tears spill from my eyes. “I’m so happy,” I sniff.
Daven smiles. “Spread your legs, beautiful. This time I want that pretty pussy.”
Chapter Fourteen
Sia
The next day, I go to meet my human friends in the aromatic Cresta tree grotto. As a newly mated human, and having earned Daven’s trust, I’m allowed on expeditions like this alone. I can hardly believe my fortune, even though guilt tugs at my gut each time I see him smile. I’m still keeping secrets from him, and that makes me ill.
But at this moment, I’m eager to see Flora and Katia. The last time we met up alone, we all were thrilled to discover that each of us had been able to use my techniques to stop the chip from recording. And even better, the others were also able to recall some interesting information from their own chips and pass that along to their masters. I’m positive that things are going perfectly. Soon enough, we’ll be completely safe here, and will be permanent trusted members of Zandian society.