Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
I try to keep the smile from breaking out on my face. “Why, Tarek? Were you jealous?”
He steps closer and catches me by the waist, lifting me straight into the air until my face is at the same level as his. “Were you trying to make me jealous, little human?”
His horns are stiff and twitching in my direction. His eyes, though unfocused, have changed color.
He wants me.
This knowledge soothes my ire at the way he left things last time. Tarek may believe he can’t take a mate, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t attracted to me.
“Maybe,” I admit.
Tarek growls and takes two steps toward the wall. He drops me on my feet and spins me around to face the cool metal siding. With one large hand, he catches both of mine and pins them to the wall, with the other, he slaps my ass, hard.
“Ouch!” I cry out.
“That’s right, little human. That’s what happens when you manipulate your master.”
Oh, sweet Mother Earth. I don’t know why I love it so much when he calls himself my master. I’ve been a slave my entire life and hated the master I had, but the idea of a male like Tarek being in charge of me does something fluttery-squirmy to my belly.
He spanks me again, just as hard. My flesh tingles and heats. I shift on my feet, but then return to the position he put me in. I want more.
I’m desperate for more, actually. I’m so lost on Zandia, lost without Enya and confused by everything new. This thing with Tarek is the only part that feels real. That reminds me of who I am or where I belong.
Tarek’s breath rasps behind me, growing faster. He’s excited, too. “Keep your hands on the wall,” he commands, releasing his hold on them. In a few swift movements, he strips me of my short dress, leaving me in nothing but my panties. Then he pulls them down to my thighs. “Naughty girl.” His voice is more like a purr. He reaches around the front of my hips and cups my mons, his fingers dipping into my wetness.
“Move your hands and I’ll take off my sword belt and whip you raw,” he growls. The words are harsh, but his fingers—stars, his fingers! He strokes slowly over my pussy, spreading my wetness over my folds.
Then he spanks me with his other hand—hard.
I whimper with need. He fingers me some more, then holds me firmly by the pussy as he delivers a flurry of hard spanks.
“Master,” I moan, because I know he likes to be called that. “Please.”
“Please what?” Three more hard spanks followed by more stroking of my pussy.
I’m all molten need now. My ass is smarting, my pussy’s swollen and wet. “Please… veck me?” I use his word for sex and it must excite him, because he growls. He delivers another three spanks and then I hear the rustle of his clothing.
“Push your ass back and spread your legs,” he commands.
I obey, heart hammering in my chest. He holds my pelvis in place with one hand and rubs the head of his cock over my slit with the other. “Yes,” I moan.
He shoves in and up, lifting me to my toes with the force of his thrust. I cry out in pain and he holds still, circling both my nipples with his fingertips. “Okay, beautiful?” he asks after a few beats.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“You want me to veck you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Thank veck,” he says. He starts with slow, upward thrusts, no less forceful than the first one. He’s too big and it’s too rough, and yet there’s something so satisfying about being completely filled, completely dominated.
He holds my hips and picks up speed, bumping my ass with his loins.
I flatten my hands against the wall and brace my arms to keep my face from colliding with the metal.
“You don’t manipulate me, Zina,” he says as he continues to plow into me.
“No, Master,” I agree, although I’m not the least bit sorry with the result.
“And stay away from that human.”
“I will,” I promise, panting for breath.
“Veck, Zina,” he curses, his pumps growing erratic. “You feel so good. I never knew it could be this good.” He reaches around the front of my hips and finds my clit. The moment he rubs it, I come, my legs turning to rubber. Tarek holds me up and fucks me hard as I clench around his cock and then he shouts, his hot seed filling me and spilling down my legs as he holds me tight.
Tarek
Veck. I did it again. I don’t know why I can’t keep my hands off the fetching human. She’s simply irresistible to me.
I should have encouraged a bond with Tal, my human trainee because I certainly can’t claim her, but instead I made my declaration to the world by throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her to the dome.