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)
Flora frowns. “How is that even possible?”
“We can make ourselves safer. I think I can sometimes make the chip stop doing…whatever it does. Do you get that brain zap thing when it activates?”
She nods, eyes wide and brimming. “Yes.”
Katia gasps. “It does! All the time.”
“Well, have you ever…” I take a breath and explain the special feeling Daven gave me–the orgasm. “When I tried to mimic it on my own, or at least focused on the pleasure, I disrupted the chip’s activity. The whirring stopped.”
“Huh,” Flora says doubtfully.
“It did. Try it for yourself.”
“How, on my own?” Flora sounds startled. “You can just do that?”
“Yes. Put your fingers between your legs and find the places that feel good. Stroke or rub them. It helps if you’re thinking about your master–or whatever excites you.”
Flora’s face flushes, and her brows shoot up to her hairline. “Um. Okay. If it works. I’ll tell the others to try, too.” She shifts on her seat, as if already wanting to touch herself.
“I’ve already tried doing that on my own.” Katia blinks. “Next time I’ll see if I can use the feelings to stop the chip buzz thing.”
“Well, it’s something.” I sigh. “If we can learn to make the chips stop, that way we’ll be less dangerous.” My voice trails off. I think of Daven and how much I care for him already. “I just don’t want to endanger them,” I mutter.
“You can’t tell your master anything about the chip,” Flora reminds me. “Even if he does things to you. That you like.” She narrows her eyes.
I flush. “It’s complicated.”
“It’s really not.” She scowls. “Apparently other humans also have done the mating with their masters. You all seem to be so, so happy.” She crosses her arms. “Am I disgusting for a human?”
“Flora! Stars, you’re beautiful.” I grab her hand. “Maybe he’ll warm up to you.”
“Maybe.”
“Just keep the secret, Sia. No matter what.”
And it’s at that moment that I see Daven arrive with another Zandian.
Daven’s face is impassive. “Sia, it’s time for us to go.” He nods at Flora and Katia. “I trust you had a good visit?”
Katia whispers, “He can’t take his eyes off of you. You’re lucky.”
“Quiet,” I whisper, and I think I see Daven’s lips quiver although he doesn’t outright smile. Zandians must have better hearing than we do.
Flora’s master, Axe, is shorter than Daven but more muscular, with an angled jaw and deep eyes. “Come, Flora.” He crosses his arms and glowers at her. “If you deem it worth your precious time.” I assume there’s some history there–next time, I’ll ask her more.
“Absolutely, Master.” Her voice drips with condescension. “Anything you command.”
His expression becomes more stern. “I’ve about had it with your sassy retorts.”
“Oh, really? What are you going to do about it?” Flora shoots me a look and mouths, “Wish me luck.”
I roll my eyes. “See you soon.”
Flora may be about to get what she thinks she wants.
Chapter Twelve
Sia
“So, Sia, we’d like you to meet some beings and share with them some of the memories you’ve been having, the ones about crafts and tech.” Daven leads me toward a small group of beings seated on a cluster of hoverchairs in a small room inside a large tech dome.
This outing, we went the opposite direction of the palatial dome where Master Seke seems to work–to a hub of domes near an airfield. On our short walk over, I could see a craft shimmering on a tarmac in the distance behind protective barriers and workers moving around them like bees in a hive. But right now I forget about all of that because amidst a group of Zandian pilots is something incredible that doesn’t seem to fit in with the rest.
“Mother Earth, is she a fighter pilot?” My mouth is open as I stare at the human female in front of me. She has a riot of thick red hair tied over one shoulder to reveal a slender neck. She looks delicate but the expression on her face is one of power and confidence, and when she stands, I see how she gauges me, the room, everyone. It’s the same way Daven observes the world. This human is clearly something special–a warrior. More special than I am, for sure, with my broken brain and lies.
“I’m Mirelle.” She comes up, and to my surprise, hugs me briefly, and I feel how strong she is under her combat suit. “Yes, I’m a pilot. A freedom fighter turned Zandian warrior.”
“She’s one of our best.” A tall Zandian warrior puts an arm around her, possessive. His horns tilt in her direction.
Mirelle smiles at him, and I can tell immediately that they’re mated–and seem blissfully happy.
“I am.” She nods up at the powerful warrior. “He’s my commanding officer–and one of my mates. We go on missions together.”
“Wow.” I fold my hands together in front of me. “I was, ah, recently rescued. I remembered something about Vitamin C and humans that I told Daven.” Stars, I sound like an idiot. I yearn to be as vibrant as she is, so clearly a boon to this planet. How can I become like her?