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)
My eyelids flutter. “I’m so tired. Daven?” I turn to him. “I can’t do this anymore. My head hurts.”
“Retrieving what, Sia?” Daven prompts.
But I can’t answer. I just wave my hand.
“It’s all right.” His voice is low. “I’m taking you home.” Daven stands. “We’ll head back. And Master Seke, I’ll get to work on the things you mentioned. And I’ll follow up on…” he gestures to me. “This. What she said.”
“See that you do.” Seke’s voice is firm. “One of the others said something similar. Flora. I’ll flash it to your wrist band, the holos of the conversations.”
They take leave of each other with a ceremonial bow, and then we’re back on the path, where more handsome warriors stare at me. One of them smiles and starts to approach.
“Veck,” curses Daven. “They’re like vultures.” He pulls me closer to his side and wraps an arm around me. “Stay close.” He leads me away from his fellow warrior, who shrugs and walks away.
And while I know that I did a bad thing by lying just now, I still feel warm and safe in his grip. Like I never want to leave. And the neediness in my body is growing. Veck, as Daven says.
Chapter Nine
Daven
I suspect Sia lied again. Of course, she mixed in some truth for good measure, but she held back when she spoke of the implant. I have no idea if she actually has an implant or believes she does or what she knows about it. I do know matching scars on the heads of multiple humans don’t happen by random accident, so there was clearly a brain surgery done by their previous owners. If the Ocretions are planning to control her–and that part rang true–what better way would there really be than a chip, even though Dr. Daneth couldn’t find evidence of any? Why won’t she just tell us everything? Why does she persist in further convincing me, more and more, that she’s the kind of human that no Zandian can ever trust to take as a mate? Or perhaps even keep on planet?
Of course, the doctor’s tech experts say that there’s no evidence of any transmissions coming to or from the humans, so if they do have chips implanted, it’s a mystery what they’re meant to do, or what they might have done back on their home planet. Why can’t she just tell me what she knows? Why can’t she trust me?
Then again, does she have sufficient incentive to tell the truth, no matter what it is? Could I do more to entice her? We’re not going to resort to torture–that’s against our code of ethics on Zandia, and it wouldn’t sit well with me anyway.
Maybe I just need to up the level of sexual testing and punishment. She seems to respond to that more than anything else. After all, the only time she really dug deep with honesty was after a sexual episode.
“Sia,” I tell her, “we’re going into round two. And you’re going to tell me some things about your experiences with your previous master.”
“Round two?” Her pupils flare, and she swallows. She’s aroused just thinking about it.
“That’s right.” I glance at her as I take off my boots and stow them by the door. “Surely you remember what we talked about.”
She flushes. “Um.” She tugs at the hemline of her gown.
I take off my shirt. Her gaze rivets to my chest.
“If you like what you see,” I toss the shirt to the side, “You should start talking, Sia. I told you I was going to come three times before you do. Where was the second time?” I step towards her with dark intent.
“I’m not sure.” She backs away from me.
She’s vecking sure. She’s just embarrassed.
“Sia.” I make my voice stern. “Do I need to spank you so soon?”
“No!” She swallows. “The second time…you said…” She lowers her voice and looks at the floor. “My breasts.”
“Your tits,” I correct. I’m close enough to touch her, so I do: I reach out and pinch one firm nipple through her gown.
“Oh.” She breathes in, sort of swaying, closing her eyes. “Daven.”
I laugh. “Sweet little thing. Say it.”
“My tits.” She can barely whisper it.
It’s arousing beyond belief to see her so shy, knowing I’ll be the one to teach her to overcome those inhibitions.
“And what was number three?”
I pull her to my body and caress her softly, teasing her body, so she writhes against me.
“I…my ass.”
I growl. “I may be in the mind to skip ahead, so let’s be sure you’re ready for me. Let’s remove this to start.” I tug the gown off her shoulders, exposing those luscious breasts, and keep going until she’s standing in nothing but a pair of gossamer panties. “Beautiful.”
I pick her up and place her on the sleeping platform. “Knees up, little human. Feet flat on the cover. Yes, like that.”