Stolen by the Zandian (Zandian Brides #7) Read Online Renee Rose, Rebel West

Categories Genre: Alien, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Zandian Brides Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
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“Careful...easy, little warrior.” A deep voice sounds in my ear. “You’re safe. We’re nearing Dentron.”

“What?” I push at his arms, panic suffusing my nerves. Then, “Oh.” I’m lying on a cot with his much larger body wrapped around mine. His massive chest flexes under my palms. He smells faintly of rich spice and citrus and delicious male.

I breathe in his scent as it all comes back: The auction. The escape. How Khrys touched me and brought me untold pleasure. Heat pulses between my legs at the memory. Or perhaps it’s from the feel of his hard body against my softer one. I realize I’m running my hands over his pecs, freely exploring the chiseled lines of muscle, and I freeze.

“How long was I asleep?” I stretch, expecting to feel pain from our escape or even a twinge in my ass from his spanking, but everything is completely back to normal. My body feels as strong and limber as always.

For a moment, panic returns and my hands fly to check, but I find the case with my medicine is still there. I open it and take out the dropper, still half-expecting Khrys to suddenly take it away from me or deny me my full dosage.

He just watches in silence, then gets up from the bed and offers his hand, as if I’m some delicate creature who requires his assistance getting out of bed. I want to sneer over it, but the fact is, no being has ever shown me any consideration, and I can’t deny the warm tingles it produces everywhere.

I take his hand and climb out of bed, looking around at the small bunk room. Did we sleep together? All night? Even though I know nothing happened, the thought makes my heart beat faster.

“There’s a washtube in the washroom. Do you know how to use one?”

I shake my head.

“Come, I’ll show you.”

He takes me to the facility and presses a button. A pneumatic door of a cylindrical chamber slides open. He nudges me inside, and I jerk back and resist, suddenly afraid of whatever it is he’s trying to do to me.

“Easy, little warrior. It’s just for washing—it’s not a prison.” He steps back to let me retreat from it. “Here, I’ll go first.” He steps into the cylinder. “You’ll remove your clothing and step in. This button activates washing.” He points at a button on the inside wall. “The tube door will close, and the cylinder fills with water and soap, then empties, rinses you and blows warm air to dry your skin.”

My stomach is still drawn up tight in defense mode. It could be some kind of trick. I’ve never seen such a device before.

Khrys glances at me and must see I still don’t trust him. His horns lift and tilt apart from each other. He frowns and steps out. I quickly dart backward. His frown deepens. “Kailani, watch me,” he commands.

He pulls his white tunic off his head. I swallow, eye-to-chest with his massive bare trunk, powerful and muscled. A peachy-purple map of ridges and valleys. He holds my gaze steadily as he toes off his boots, then tucks his thumbs in the waistband of his leggings and peels them down and off. He has no underclothing beneath them, and his semi-hard cock springs out and bobs.

I try to swallow but fail. When I lift my gaze from his malehood, he’s still staring directly at me. His brown irises seem to have deepened to violet. His horns have thickened and lean my way. “It’s like this,” he says, stepping backward into the shower, without removing his steady gaze from mine.

My nipples tighten beneath the clothing he provided me. The curious warmth he incited yesterday after my punishment returns—heat coiling in my low belly, between my legs.

I don’t mean to, but somehow, I find myself stepping forward, as if magnetically drawn to his body when he moves away. He continues to hold me captive with his intense gaze. Out of my periphery, I see his cock grow stiffer, pointing at me while he presses the button on the shower wall.

The door slides shut, and he’s blocked from my view. I draw in several deep steadying breaths as the sound of water pouring into the small tube fills my ears. The washroom grows steamy.

There’s nothing to see anymore—the door is closed—and yet, I remain standing in the same place, staring at the washtube as if I might see through its walls and watch the giant warrior bathe.

Does he find it pleasurable? The water must be warm, considering how the room has steamed up. Something changes, and the water stops flowing. A gurgling sound indicates the water draining. A citrus-spice scent fills the room—must be the soap. I hear motors come to life—the air blowers he referred to. Then the pneumatic door slips open. Even though I just saw him naked a moment ago, the gorgeous spectacle hits me full-force again. Huge, muscular purple male invades every sense. His thickened horns and cock both point toward me like I’m their compass home.


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