Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
I’m totally unprepared for the rush of horror it produces in me.
“Taisha?”
She pulls from my grip, and turns her face away.
My chest tightens.
Veck. I was an idiot to think I knew how to discipline or interrogate a human female. I’d just heard so many talk of the pleasure of bringing their humans in line, I never dreamed it would be anything but… satisfying.
But it’s not.
It was vecking awful, actually.
Except for the part when I sat her on my lap.
I need help. Some being who can counsel me. Make sure I haven’t done irreparable damage. I activate my comms unit and request connection to Dr. Daneth, the king’s royal physician. The being who came up with the human breeding program.
Dr. Daneth’s holo pops up, but I’m suddenly possessed with an insane urge to keep him from seeing Taisha. Especially because I’ve bared her. I fumble with my comms and switch to audio, inserting the receiver in my ear so only I can hear him.
“Dr. Daneth, yes. A human female stowed away on our ship while we were on Romon-3—an escaped slave. I applied”—I clear my throat—“discipline with my hand to encourage her to be more forthcoming.”
“Yes?” Dr. Daneth prompts when I don’t go on.
I swallow. “I also used my belt once. She’s crying now.”
“I see,” Dr. Daneth says in his cool, clinical tone. He’s one of our elders, but he has his own human mate—a young, fertile breeder who’s given him two Zandian half-breed young already. “Does she cry from pain or from need?”
My cock surges at the word need, even though I’m not certain what Dr. Daneth means.
The lovely human has curled up on the farthest end of the bench, in the corner, where she regards me. Her knees are drawn up, hiding her pussy, but the reddened curves of her ass still show.
I clear my throat. “Uh… how would I know, sir?”
“Is there moisture at her entrance? You might see it glisten between her legs. Or scent it.”
I stride over to the female with purpose, but stop short. I’ve trained as a warrior since I was a youth. I’m fearless in battle. Certain with a sword, or hand-to-hand combat. At ease at the helm of a ship. But the human’s full pouty lips still quiver, and I’m suddenly unsure of myself.
I place my hands on her knees and gently pry them open.
By the one true Zandian star. She’s wet for me.
“Ah, it appears to be need, sir.”
And my answering need is also present—not the one to pound between her legs until I shout my climax, although that’s there. But also the desire to relieve her ache. To bring her to orgasm and watch that ripe young body of hers quiver and shake when I do. To bring her pleasure. That need overpowers me.
I draw in a deep breath.
“Captain, do you intend to claim this female as your mate?” Dr. Daneth asks, rather sharply. His commanding voice pulls me from my lust.
Mate?
I hadn’t thought of it. She’s beautiful, of course. Exquisite with that dark skin and those huge, brown eyes.
But a human female is a huge responsibility. One must train her to fit into Zandian society. Be responsible for her actions, ensure the safety of our planet as a whole. And humans wreak havoc on a Zandian’s normally emotionless state. I have a career with law enforcement, responsibilities that require me to be cool and level-headed.
Just in the short time this human’s been on my ship I’ve experienced more emotions than I normally do in a solar cycle.
“I’m not sure about that, Doctor.”
“Then you should not have punished her in that manner. It is an intimate discipline used with pleasure to bond them to their master or mates. Without the pleasure, she will show signs of shame and even despair. It’s detrimental to her mental health.”
My heart beats faster than normal.
How could I have made such a mistake?
“I see. I will, uh, rectify the problem, Doctor. As best I can.”
I’m not sure how to do that, I only know that I must try. But is she still lying to me? Humans are deceptive creatures.
I sit beside her.
* * *
Taisha
The large Zandian pulls me up, arranging me to stand between his legs as easily as if I were made of air. He cups my ass, rubbing away the burn.
I try not to moan, but it feels so good. Right, even though it’s so very wrong.
He leans in and stares into my eyes. “Swear it,” he orders. “Swear on your life and the life of… Leylah. I can tell you care about her. Tell me without flinching that you are not lying about the poison.”
“I am not lying about the poison.” I try to imbue the words with every bit of authenticity I have, and my desperation and sincerity must finally come through. I stare back at him, into those deep eyes, trying to communicate my thoughts in a way that transcends words. We stay that way, looking into each other’s eyes, for a long minute. Time falls away, and I feel as if I know him. Insane! Again, I know it’s craziness, but there’s something about him that calls to me. As if we were meant to find each other like this. And it’s imperative that I convince him of my innocence.