Her Mate and Master: An Alien Warrior Romance (Zandian Masters Book 6)

by Renee Rose

  “You like that, little female? You like when your master vecks your ass?” He twisted and pumped the wand.

  “Need...just a little more,” she gasped. “Please. Please, Tomis. Veck my pussy.”

  Tomis cursed and slapped her pussy. “You know I’m not going to do that, starshine,” he growled, sounding angry about it.

  “You have to,” she gasped. “I’m going to die if you don’t. I’m serious, Tomis. I need you so badly. Please, please, please veck me. You have to.” Her words tumbled out in a frenzied torrent, need crystallizing to an urgency that couldn’t be ignored. She was literally in pain, her pussy throbbing for him. “Please...please.”

  Tomis hissed out another curse, and she heard the squelch of wet fabric as he shucked his wet pants.

  Yes! Oh please oh please oh yes.

  He hadn’t even touched her yet and she was pleading for her release. Nothing on the planet would satisfy her except his cock.

  “Please, Tomis,” she whimpered, even though he was already positioning himself behind her, the head of his cock bumping against her desperate pussy. “I need you so much,” she sobbed. “I need it right now.”

  He sank into her pussy and she screamed her pleasure. “You need this cock?” He pulled away and shoved in again, pushing the wand deeper into her ass with his pelvis.

  “Yes. Yes, please.”

  “Whose cock do you need, Talia?”

  “Yours. Tomis’. My master’s.” Words spilled from her mouth in a frantic urge to appease him, to answer correctly so he’d continue. “Harder, Tomis. Oh please. I need you so badly.”

  “Veck, Talia!” He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her head back, using it to leverage deeper into her. The angle of his entry hit a place on her inner wall that sent her into spasm of ecstasy.

  “More. Harder. There!” she screamed.

  Tomis pounded into her, vecking her like it was part of her punishment, like she deserved every hard thrust for being such a bad girl.

  “I need you,” she sobbed, her internal muscles contracting around his length.

  “Veck, Talia, veck!” Tomis roared, changing his grip to her hips for short, rapid thrusts that made her teeth rattle.

  “More. More, Tomis.”

  He tipped her over onto her side, lifted one knee, and thrust into her from this new angle, this new position. With each stroke he plowed deeper, vecked her more thoroughly, until she was sure he planned to pound his very essence into her, leave her forever imprinted with his cock, so her body would accept no other male but him.

  Yes. Have me. Take me. Keep me.

  Somehow, she managed to keep those words to herself, even when Tomis came apart, shouting incoherent words as he plunged deep and came.

  Satisfaction ripped through her. Her core squeezed and milked his cock as she unraveled, hips bucking, clit grinding, cries screaming from her throat. It wasn’t only her body that celebrated Tomis’ surrender to his lust. Some piece of feminine pride preened a bit, too. He’d taken her. Possibly bred her, despite his honorable intentions to save her womb for his prince’s plans.

  What if he succeeded in planting a young in her? The implications made her close her eyes with longing.

  With sorrow.

  Because Tomis didn’t want to be her mate.

  ~.~

  Vecking hell.

  He hadn’t meant to put his cock in Talia. To veck her so roughly, so thoroughly, that every inch of her body must be sore now.

  But her begging, her pleading made it impossible for him not to claim her.

  She lay beneath him, still trembling, but her sweet body limp and relaxed now. He’d brought her relief.

  That had to count for something, didn’t it?

  No.

  He shouldn’t have bred her. She was Seke’s daughter, for veck’s sake. The only known living female of breeding age. Daneth, Zander’s physician, probably needed her eggs to artificially inseminate and implant in human females, as he’d attempted to do with his human mate, Bayla. Or perhaps he’d wish to inseminate Talia with Zander’s sperm.

  Why did that thought enrage him?

  He eased out of his beautiful female. The sight of his rainbow hued semen between her legs brought a jolt of satisfaction that greatly outweighed his guilt.

  My female.

  Mine.

  But she wasn’t his.

  Her long lashes closed, and a flash of sadness crossed her face, causing a violent stab of pain in his chest.

  He ran his knuckles over her cheek. “What is it, starshine? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry.”

  Her eyelids blinked back open; violet eyes regarded him. He couldn’t read her expression.

  The wand. She was still in discomfort from the anal phallus he’d put in place. He gripped the end of it and eased it out.

  Talia’s body shuddered and relaxed. “Are you sorry?” There was a haunted quality to her voice that sent a spike of alarm through him.

  “Sorry I served you when your body was in need? Veck, no, baby.” He slid a hand under her knee to spread it wider and ran his open mouth along her inner thigh, tasting her.

  She shivered. “I thought you were the master, and I was to serve you.” Her breathless voice sent a fresh kick of lust through him, despite his glorious release.

  “No, beautiful. You’re to obey. I serve. My job is to protect you. Keep you safe. Satisfied, if I decide you deserve it.”

  Her lovely brown-violet eyes rolled back in her head, and she groaned, reaching for her pussy.

  He caught her wrist and held it away as he used his other hand to stroke her clit. “You love being subject to my rule.”

  She arched, full lips parting. “I love the way you serve.”

  “Good, starshine. Then, you’ll obey.” He quirked a smile. “Or you won’t, and I’ll punish you.”

  Her pelvic floor squeezed and lifted as if a mini-orgasm had just run through her. “I already want more. It’s the crystals, Tomis. This place…” Her head rolled fitfully over the rock floor.

  His brows dropped. Veck. He hadn’t meant to claim her the first time. She already needed him again? Stars. He was vecking incapable of denying her when she turned needy. He rubbed her swollen bud in circles.

  “More,” she panted.

  Holy Zandian star! He slid his hands under her buttocks and brought her pelvis to meet his mouth. He flicked the sensitive nub with his tongue then clamped his lips over it and sucked, hard.

  “Ooh—oh! Yes, Tomis. More. Please. Please.”

  Oh stars, she was begging again. This female would be the death of all his self-control. He lowered her pelvis to the floor, drinking in the sight of his greedy little female half-sick with desire. Her eyes were dilated and glassy, cheeks flushed a pinkish-purple, hair twisted around her head. If Zandians had worshipped any deity, she would look like Talia. A goddess, made for vecking. Yielding soft flesh ready to be implanted.

  He picked up the belt, shoving the desire to master her in front of the need to plant his seed. He rolled the strap around his fist until the length shortened to a short flap. Lifting one of her knees open, he slapped her inner thigh with the animal hide belt, leaving a neat, red rectangle.

  She jerked against his hold, shuddering, her pelvic floor clenching again. She liked the pain.

  Excellent. Because he needed to give her more. So much more. If he couldn’t have this beautiful female, he sure as stars would master the veck out of her.

  He slapped down her inner thigh then thwacked her dripping pussy. With one ankle held high in the air, he leathered one buttock thoroughly as she whined and moaned her approval. “Other side.” His deep voice echoed off the cliff wall. He gripped her other knee, slapped the outside and inside of that thigh, spanked her buttock, then returned to her pussy.

  Talia panted, her feverish gaze glued to his face. Her hands wandered to her breasts, and she squeezed them, pinching her nipples and moaning.

  “Oh, baby, why did you have to do that?”


  Stars, he couldn’t be held responsible for all the things he was going to do to this incredible female. Not when she looked like pure erotic pleasure. Not when those sexy sounds came from her pouty lips.

  “Tomis, it’s not enough.” Desperation crinkled her brow. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, biting down.

  He growled, wanting to be the one sucking that lip, claiming that mouth. In a flash, he was upon her, crushing her mouth with his, his tongue plunging deep, pumping in time with his hips.

  His cock, stiff and heavy again for her, found the notch between her legs and slid against her slippery folds. He groaned at the torture of her. “Talia, you feel so good. I can’t keep from putting my aching cock in you again. But aren’t you too sore?”

  She shook her head. “No, no, no, no. I need you now.” Her words slurred with desire.

  “You were so vecking tight the last time. I don’t think you’re used to Zandian cock.”

  She bared her teeth, sinking her nails into his forearms. “Give me. The Zandian cock.”

  He choked on a laugh and impaled her with a single thrust, catching her forearms at the last minute to keep her from sliding away from him with the force. He gritted his own teeth at the snug sweetness of her incredible channel. “You asked for it.” He surged over her, pumping as if his life depended on it. As if both their lives depended on it. “I’m not going to stop vecking you until morning, now, starshine. You won’t walk straight for three days when I’m done with you.”

  “Yes. Yes.”

  “Oh veck. If I’d known Zandian pussy felt this good, I would’ve vecked you twice in the dungeon before I ever broke us out. Hell, I’d still be back there, vecking you senseless.”

  Talia’s laugh sounded bitter, and her nails scored his back as she spread her legs wide and straight in the air in the ultimate symbol of offering. “You’re getting the only Zandian pussy in the galaxy, warrior. How does that make you feel?”

  “So vecking good, Talia.”

  Later, he would realize what a colossal mistake he’d made in objectifying her, making her seem like nothing more than the Zandian breeding machine his species required during the most intimate of acts. But her words only rang his already clanging bell, and he pounded her poor pussy as if he wanted to turn her inside out.

  Her screams echoed off the walls of the cliff, mingled with his shouts until they reached a simultaneous climax, her tight pussy squeezing his cock, milking it, as he came.

  Chapter Five

  Tomis dragged his lips across Talia’s jaw and groaned. “We have to get out of here, beautiful. Away from the sacred crystals.”

  They’d spent a fitful night near the waterfall, waking and breeding every few hours, as her body demanded. It was as if she was sick, and sex was the only cure.

  “If we don’t, I fear we’ll never leave. We’ll be trapped in time and space, mating on a continual loop until breeding season ends. This place will be the death of us both.”

  She groaned, too. Tomis climbed to his feet and pulled on his pants and boots. He tucked his hands under her armpits, helping her to stand. Her aching body unfolded with stiffness. Nearly every part of her felt tender, her ass and pussy abused by Tomis’ belt and cock, her back and knees scraped and bruised from vecking against the stone floor.

  “Talia.” Tomis’ face drooped with regret. “I was so rough with you. I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop myself.” He slid his shirt over her head with a tenderness that made her belly flutter. The crystal wand they’d used went into the breast pocket of the shirt. Her feet flew out from her when he swung her up into his arms.

  She didn’t even consider arguing. Walking could be an impossibility at the moment. Instead, she nestled her head against his massive shoulder, allowing the movement to lull her into a blessed stupor. Because she sure as hell didn’t want to think.

  She couldn’t consider what her copulation with Tomis meant. Or how badly it would hurt if he still wanted to turn her over to her father and his prince after what they’d done. Why wasn’t she worth keeping? It vecking killed her that he hadn’t once considered mating her, piercing her with Zandian crystal and swearing to protect her and their children for the rest of his life.

  Damn him.

  Tears smarted her eyes, so she closed them, listening to the sounds of insects, the songs of the birds in the trees overhead.

  She must have drifted off to sleep because an unexpected sound startled her awake—the laughter of children.

  Tomis froze in his tracks.

  “I didn’t dream that?” she whispered.

  He shook his head, creeping forward silently, head cocked in the direction of the little voices.

  There—playing on the opposite side of the riverbank. Three children. Zandian children.

  They wore little clothing, and the simple scraps they did wear seemed to be hand-constructed from animal hide.

  Tomis eased her to the ground just as one of the female young caught sight of them and gasped. The other two—one male, one female—whipped their heads around to stare, as well. For a moment, no one moved. Then the children took off running, their bare feet sailing out behind them.

  Tomis called out in the language he’d first used with her—what must be the Zandian tongue.

  The male child threw a glance over his shoulder, but none of them stopped running.

  “Come on,” Tomis urged, plunging into the water. They crossed the river and followed the children. She noticed Tomis didn’t run at his full speed. In fact, he more jogged along, keeping the children in sight but hanging back. He must have been concerned about frightening them.

  The children cried out in their language.

  “What are they saying?”

  “They’re calling for help.” Tomis slowed to a walk, picking up her hand and lacing his fingers through hers. When he looked down at her, his eyes shone with excitement.

  She couldn’t help but smile back. “It’s wonderful, isn’t it? The species lives on.”

  He pulled their hands to his mouth and kissed the back of hers. “It’s a miracle.”

  A moment later, their hands jerked apart, though, because three male Zandians appeared over a hill, all charging with weapons drawn.

  Tomis stopped, shoving her behind him. He didn’t draw his laser gun, though it would have outpowered their hand weapons, which appeared to be nothing more than sharp blades shaped as a spear, an axe, and a sword. He spoke again in Zandian.

  This time, something about the words sounded familiar, as if the part of her brain where her first language had been stored turned on and was warming up.

  Peace. He’d said something about peace. Or friendship. He lifted his fist toward the sky, elbow bent at a 90 degree angle. It was a greeting of some sort, the same one that had tugged at her memory the first time he’d used it.

  The males jogged forward, weapons still held in front them. They stopped about ten paces away, eyeing them warily.

  Tomis spoke, and, this time, she understood most of it. “Be at peace. We are friends. I am Tomis, of Prince Zander’s royal guard. I came to rescue Talia from the capital.” He stepped to the side to reveal her. “We seek an airship to get off-planet.”

  The tall but slender male sheathed his weapon and stepped forward. “I am Sankro. This is Elit and Banf.” He gave her an appreciative up-and-down sweep that set her teeth on edge. The other two males also eyed her.

  Don’t even think about it, asshole.

  Apparently breeding season didn’t make her turn to mush over every Zandian male. Only the dominant warrior beside her.

  Tomis’ chest seemed to grow bigger, and he shifted back in front of her, as if to shield her from their view. She swore she heard a low growl from his throat.

  But, veck that. He didn’t get to act possessive when he wasn’t even willing to claim her as his own. Wasn’t he the one in a big hurry to turn her over to another male? She stepped around Tomis’ huge frame and lifted her chin.

  All three mal
es stepped closer, and she had to force herself not to flinch. No, her body definitely had a preference. It didn’t want to breed with any of the other males. Too bad her body it didn’t get the memo about Tomis not being interested in mating her.

  “I’m Talia.” She attempted to speak in Zandian.

  Tomis’ eyes rounded with wonder.

  The males drew even closer, the other two putting away their weapons as well. “Come. Meet our female,” Sankro invited, looking only at her.

  She nodded and stepped forward, knowing without a sliver of doubt Tomis would follow.

  The males closed in around her, flanking her as they walked over the hill and down the other side. A crude structure nestled amongst a grove of trees. It appeared to be crafted of mismatched recycled materials—rubble from one of the bombed villages, no doubt. Thin slats of wood made up the roof, packed and fortified with dirt and chunks of moss.

  In the doorway stood a female Zandian, not much older than Talia. Like the males and children, she, too, wore a simple covering of animal hide. The three young they’d seen at the river hid behind her, and she carried a tiny infant in her arms.

  “Eslyn, look who we found!” Sankro called out as they approached.

  Shock and wariness danced over Eslyn’s pretty features, but she dropped into a curtsy.

  Talia stopped and mimicked it.

  “This is Talia,” Sankro said.

  “And Tomis.” A prickle of foreboding at the way Sankro excluded Tomis crept up the back of her neck.

  “Come in, the young just picked fresh yellow star berries.”

  They all pushed inside the ramshackle structure. Eslyn placed a bowl of fresh fruit on a makeshift table for everyone to eat. The young gathered around, staring openly at her and Tomis, creeping closer and offering shy smiles.

  “This is Alyx, Ren, Teena and Solo.” Eslyn pointed to each child as she named them off.

  “How old are they?” The reverence with which Tomis regarded the young warmed her. He would make a wonderful father if he loved young so much.

  What would happen if he’d managed to put a child in her belly? Would he still renounce her and give her over to his prince? Or would he make a claim?