Zandian Masters Books 1-4: Alien Warrior Romance

by Renee Rose

  He wished he had a moment alone with her to prepare her, but things were never easy.

  He activated the hatch, and they entered. Lamira launched herself at Zander. Although the prince clutched her tightly, his face remained as if made of stone.

  Leora’s attention was only for Lily, though. She stepped forward, tears glinting in her eyes. “Lily?” she rasped.

  Rok cleared his throat. His poor female appeared lost, brow furrowed, shoulders tense. “I should have told you,” he said immediately, before she could say it herself. Of course, she still didn’t know what in the veck was happening.

  “Forgive me, Lily. I knew you had family searching for you. I was selfish. I wanted to surprise you.”

  “Surprise me?” she repeated blankly, looking from Leora to Lamira. She surely must recognize her own features in their faces.

  “Your mother, Leora. And a younger sister, Lamira, mate to Zander, exiled prince of Zandia.”

  Lily’s knees buckled, and he snapped her up against his side to keep her from falling.

  “I understand it’s a shock. And I know if I would’ve told you, you might not have tried to escape me. I will forever bear the guilt of losing you.”

  “Mother?” Lily whispered, confusion still etched on her face.

  “And sister.”

  Lamira stepped forward beside her mother, after casting a worried glance at Zander.

  Leora’s eyes shone with tears. “I feared we’d never find you,” she choked and opened her arms.

  A bewildered Lily stepped into them but didn’t return the embrace. When Leora released her, Lamira stepped forward, but Lily accepted only a cursory embrace before turning back and staring up at him.

  “You knew?” she rasped.

  He tried to swallow, but the knot in his throat made it impossible. “Forgive me, Lily. I met them before I bought you on Jesel.”

  “So...so you never intended to turn me over to the Ocretions?”

  Regret stabbed him. “I shouldn’t have let you think that.”

  To his shock, a slow smile spread across her face and then a manic laugh bubbled out of her. “You were going to surprise me?” She threw her arms around his neck, jumping to reach. He caught her under her seat and boosted her legs around his waist.

  “You’re not mad?”

  “You did intend to keep me.” Triumph and joy bubbled up with more laughter.

  “You’re mine,” he said gruffly into her neck.

  A few tears dripped down Lily’s face, but she was still laughing. Lamira and Leora wore faint, curious smiles.

  Zander cleared his throat. “You are welcome on my pod with your mother and sister, Lily.”

  It was everything he could do to keep from growling “Mine!” at the prince.

  Lily twisted, and he reluctantly placed her on the ground, turning her around so her back pressed against his front with his arms wrapped around her. “What will happen to the other prisoners? They can’t go back to Ocretia. Where will they go?”

  When Zander’s expression showed nothing, she turned pleading eyes on Rok.

  She wanted his help. Trusted him to solve her problem. She believed in him. His heart swelled too big for his chest. He suddenly owned his destiny—the complete one Mierna had always predicted. The one Lamira, too, had promised.

  Your destiny is woven with ours. You were born to lead armies.

  Rok cleared his throat. “I will train them as soldiers and pilots. They can help us take back Zandia.”

  A tiny jerk of Zander’s head showed his surprise.

  Lamira’s face broke into a broad smile. “I knew you would be the one.”

  But Lily frowned. “And what then? They will be slaves of Zandia?”

  Zander stiffened. “Zandians do not keep slaves.”

  Both Rok and Lily’s eyes traveled to Lamira’s collar, but they kept their mouths shut. She was obviously far more than a slave to Zander, whatever their situation may be.

  “Any human who fights for Zandia will be considered a full and free citizen,” Zander declared, though it appeared to cost him.

  The three lovely humans rewarded Zander with brilliant smiles. “Thank you, my lord,” Lamira murmured.

  “We can remain in the death pod, so long as you provide us with supplies. Training can begin immediately.” He cleared his throat, hating—despising—what he had to offer next. “Lily, if you want to go with your family—”

  “I’ll stay and train with you,” she cut in immediately, and something akin to fireworks exploded in his body, warming him, sending sparks of happiness showering everywhere. He squeezed her so tight she had to slap his arms so she could breathe.

  This was it—his destiny. He knew because Lily was at his side.

  Purpose and direction had never been clearer. Achieving a goal never easier.

  “My lord, I have one personal request.”

  Zander arched a brow. “Yes?”

  His throat tightened. “I wish to mark my mate with a Zandian crystal, as is our ancient tradition.”

  Zander’s expression softened and he glanced at his own mate with the same fierce need Rok felt every time he was near Lily. “Of course, Rok. I will send it with the first supplies.”

  Lily twisted in his arms to gaze up at him. “Am I your mate?”

  He brushed her coppery hair from her face. ‘Yes, pet. You’re mine. Only mine. Always mine. Forever mine.” He cupped her chin. “Any arguments?”

  She shook her head and whispered, “No.”

  8

  Rok escorted Lily into one of the guards’ sleeping chambers he’d selected as their own. They’d spent the most of the planet rotation convincing the humans that Zandia was the promised land, and all they needed to do to earn their freedom was to help win it for Zander. Though doubt lingered in the air, it wasn’t as if they had any other options or choices. Lily just hoped, after they received fair treatment, they would come to believe.

  “You have to the count of five to get those clothes off,” Rok growled, his eyes glowing deep-violet with desire.

  Her gaze flicked to his stiffened horns then dropped lower to the considerable bulge in his flight pants. He’d been sending her hungry looks all planet rotation, along with keeping her pinned to his side at all times as if he feared she might be taken from him again.

  Prince Zander had left with her mother and sister, who had promised to send her clothing and supplies.

  She shimmied out of her filthy slave dress and Mierna’s flight pants. Her nipples pebbled in the cool air, pussy clenched under Rok’s lustful stare. “I really should get cleaned up,” she murmured.

  Rok groaned, and his huge hands palmed her ass, lifting her to straddle his waist. “Can’t wait....” He nipped her neck, licked up the column of her neck to suck on her earlobe.

  Her bare core rested against his hardened cock, and she rocked her hips, trying to rub her clit against the fabric of his flight pants.

  “You want this cock, Lily?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “You’re going to get it. You’re going to get it so hard and so long your eyeballs will flip backward in your head. And then you’ll get it some more. I’m going to pound that little pussy until you understand this is the last cock you’ll ever take. Understand me?”

  A wave of heat washed over her at the possessiveness he showed. Each time he asserted his ownership of her, it healed some small part of her that feared she’d always be alone, separate.

  She reached for one of his horns, but he stopped her. “You do that, pet, and your first vecking will be remarkably short. And I just promised you a rough ride.”

  She laughed, the huskiness in her voice echoing in the small chamber.

  He whirled and pushed her up against the wall, shoving his pants down to free his cock. “You take this cock deep now, beautiful.” He rubbed the head over her slit, testing her readiness. There was no need. Her sex dripped for him, slick and open.

  Despite his harsh words, he
eased into her inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to his enormous size. “You’re so vecking tight, Lily.” He withdrew a little then thrust in and up, shoving her higher on the wall. “I will never grow tired of this beautiful little pussy.”

  Hooking her legs over his arms, he shoved her knees high and pinned her in place while pistoning in and out of her.

  Her head lolled on the wall, eyes already rolling back as he’d promised. “Rok,” she croaked in alarm, already on the edge of an orgasm.

  “Go ahead, pet,” he husked, still slamming in and out of her. “I’m going to keep you orgasming all night long.”

  Her internal muscles clamped down, squeezing and pumping his cock.

  He drilled deep and held, allowing her to climax.

  She reached for one of his horns, and the shocked pleasure that contorted his face pushed her over the brink. She squeezed and rubbed the horn until his mouth opened on a roar and he shoved in and up five times, fast, then filled her with hot streams of his luminescent cum.

  She cried out, eyes closed, her senses overloaded. Sparks of light danced before her eyes.

  “It’ll be part of your punishment,” Rok murmured, rocking slowly into her again.

  Her eyes fluttered open. “What will? What punishment?” she panted, her brain unable to make sense of his words so soon after their mind-blowing sex.

  His smirk was wicked. “Forced orgasms. I’m going to make you come until you cry, my little prisoner.”

  She came again, her internal muscles pulsing around his cock.

  “What for?” Her voice cracked, though not from fear—only from spent desire and the building tension of renewed lust.

  “For leaving me, pet.” Rok eased away from the wall, taking her with him, still impaled on his cock. He carried her to the sleeping platform where he settled with his back against the wall. He lifted her easily by the waist and flipped her over so she lay sprawled across his thighs. His huge hand clapped down on her upturned ass, and she cried out in indignation. “It’s a lesson I’m going to make sure you learn very well, Lily.”

  “Wait—”

  But Rok continued to spank her, his paddle-like hand clapping down on first her right cheek then left. In her post-orgasmic state, she registered the pain acutely, her nerves sizzling under the hard, continuous spanks. After more strokes than she could count, he paused and rubbed her blazing flesh, tipping her hip up to slide one hand beneath her. His middle finger slid seductively along her plump, wet folds.

  “Are you sorry, Lily?” Both taunting and seduction rang in his tone.

  “Yes,” she warbled. “So sorry.”

  His finger found her clit, and he rubbed the swollen nubbin, causing her to squirm with excitement. She thought she could manage the building tension until his thumb pushed against her anus.

  “No,” she cried, squeezing her buttocks.

  He slapped the back of each thigh, making her shriek. “Naughty pet.” He couldn’t have sounded more loving. Affection glowed in his words. He spit on her crack and parted her cheeks with two fingers then pushed again at her back pucker while he made a tight circle around her throbbing clitoris.

  “Rok!”

  His thumb penetrated her ass.

  She gasped at the sensation.

  Rok worked his thick digit in and out of her ass while flicking and rubbing her clit. For a second time, explosions of sensation blinded her. The wave of pleasure sent her crashing into another orgasm. She bucked, squeezing her cheeks around his hand, pussy contracting around nothing.

  “Rok.” She sobbed his name again.

  “That’s it, beautiful. I love to watch you climax.” He eased his fingers out of her.

  She felt as if she were soaring, her body suspended in the air, floating on the power of Rok’s attention.

  “Now, we’ll get you cleaned up.” He rolled her up into his arms and stood. “And don’t think I won’t veck you hard from behind in the shower again. Stars, I’ll never forget that first veck for as long as I live.”

  “Why not?” She held her breath, dying for his answer.

  He paused by the door and gazed down at her with such a fierce expression of love, it made her heart stall. “Because I knew right then I’d never be able to live without you. Your little body fit with mine like we were made for each other. Do you feel the same way, Lily?”

  “Yes.” She touched his scarred face. “Rok, despite the fact that I’ve been a sex slave for the past seven years, you’re the first and only male who ever aroused me.”

  A satisfied smile crept over his face. “Say it again.”

  She giggled. “You’re the only male.”

  “Say you belong to me—with me. You know I meant that, don’t you?”

  “I know,” she whispered. “I belong to you. And with you. I’m yours.”

  “And I’m only for you,” he said gruffly. “Freeing Zandia?” He shook his head. “It’s for you. Not for Zander or this pod full of humans. It’s what you want for them, so it’s what I will do. I’m yours to command, as much as you’re mine.”

  Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back, laying her cheek against his heart. “I love you, Rok.”

  “Do you, beautiful? I’m not sure how that’s possible, but I sure as veck will take it. I need you like breath. If that’s love, it’s what I feel.”

  Epilogue

  Leora answered Zander’s summons, finding him in the Great Hall staring at one of Lamira’s plants without appearing to see it. He’d been silent on the flight back to his pod, and her daughter’s anxiety had grown when he refused to speak with her.

  Her daughter had expected punishment for putting herself into danger. Zander was quick to deliver physical correction, but, judging from Lamira’s blushes, they weren’t entirely unenjoyable.

  Lamira had been in tears that morning, saying he’d acted like a stranger, hardly acknowledging her when they returned to his chamber.

  “Perhaps he needs time to think about how best to punish you,” Leora had suggested over breakfast.

  “The last time he doubted me, he set me aside,” Lamira fretted.

  “You are carrying his young. He will not set you aside,” she’d promised. But, looking at him now, she wasn’t so sure. He still wore the withdrawn, stony expression he’d had since the previous planet rotation.

  “You asked for me, my lord?”

  He fingered a leaf absently. “Yes.”

  When he said nothing, she approached him, stopping a few feet away.

  “You are my guest here, Leora.”

  “Yes, my lord.”

  “When I bought you, it was as a gift to Lamira. I have not made any demands of your service other than as her companion.”

  She dropped her head, sensing the rebuke that was coming. “Yes, my lord.”

  “As her mother, I would expect you to hold her health and well-being as the utmost priority. Even more so because she is with child.”

  “Yes, my lord, that is why—”

  “No,” he cut her off. “Do not give me any explanation—I have no patience for your excuses. Allowing Lamira to risk her life as she did was unacceptable.”

  She kept her eyes trained on the floor. “Yes, my lord.”

  “You have displeased me, and I require that you be punished.”

  A knot tightened in her middle. Would Zander punish her himself? Lamira had suspected, when he’d first bought Leora, that he intended to use her, too, as a sex slave. How would her daughter react to hearing Zander had punished her.

  A movement drew her attention to the doorway. Master Seke, the warrior, stood in perfect stillness. How long had he been there?

  “I have asked Master Seke to punish you.”

  Her belly fluttered as Seke’s deep-amethyst gaze held hers.

  “As it seems you require a direct master, and it is inappropriate for me to take that role, you will now answer to him. He will take responsibility for you and your behavior.”

  She couldn’t
seem to breathe.

  “Your obedience training begins today.”

  Training His Human

  1

  Veck, no.

  Seke wasn’t taking on a human slave.

  It had been one thing for Zander, the prince of their species, to purchase and breed the human slave, Lamira. Her genes best matched his for producing offspring. But Seke had no desire for offspring, not after the pain of losing three.

  Nor did he have need for a sex slave. Or a mate.

  He’d sworn celibacy when he lost Becka, his mate and the mother of his children, during the Finnian invasion of his home planet, Zandia.

  But Prince Zander stood, moody and dark, at the palatial pod window, ordering him to take control of Leora, Lamira’s mother. The proud and beautiful female human. The one who had captivated him from the moment she arrived. At fifty solar cycles, he was still in his prime for a Zandian, and his libido had not slowed, despite his vow.

  She fascinated Seke with her delicate, soft features and exotic looks. Her proud demeanor befit a queen more than a slave. It showed strength of character. Power and self-control. Things he didn’t expect in a female. But that didn’t mean he wanted to own her or train her. To keep her in his room as his sex slave.

  “I’m not a slave-keeper.” He sounded stiff. It was not often—perhaps never—he and Zander crossed hairs. Though his role as master at arms was that of loyal protector, as well as director of all war strategy and security, the prince was like a son to him. He’d practically raised him since he rescued him from Zandia during the takeover. He’d saved Zander, rather than his own family—a choice he had to live with every day.

  Zander usually demonstrated a deep respect for Seke, who functioned not only as a friend and mentor, but also as his Master at Arms, who’d trained him in battle arts. Now, though, he made an impatient gesture. “Nor was I, but circumstances necessitate adaptation. I believe you’ve told me that at least once.”

  Seke closed his eyes, debating whether his sense of honor would allow him to outright refuse this order. “You wish me to punish her and train her to obey me as her master?”