by Renee Rose
Lundric led her to the line. “Once a week, Prince Zander’s pod is open to any Zandian. They may come and use the crystal light bath and eat the weekly meal with him. He sits in here to hear their requests or complaints. To resolve any disputes, we do not rely on the Ocretion justice system but employ one of our own.”
She swallowed. “Does Prince Zander know about...what I did?”
Lundric nodded. “Yes. He knows you stole a ship and tried to escape. He also knows you fought with his warriors to defend the pod.”
“Am I here to answer for it?”
Lundric’s hesitation didn’t put her mind at ease. “We all answer to Prince Zander. He knows you have been punished and that my trust in you has been restored.”
Her hand grew clammy in Lundric’s palm. He squeezed it. “I’ll be right here beside you.”
She drew on the strength from Lundric. For the first time, she faced a form of authority she didn’t hate. Didn’t wish to rebel against or hold herself separate from. It was a new feeling, the desire to impress, to be accepted.
The line moved up, each Zandian having his or her allotted time with the ruler. From what she could tell, they were mostly older beings. She wondered how many young Zandians were left in the galaxy.
When their turn came, Lundric led her forward and bowed low.
She curtsied.
“My lord, may I present my mate, Cambry?”
She dragged her gaze up to rest on the neckline of his finely woven tunic, not sure if looking him in the face was allowed.
He appeared to be around the same age as Lundric and was handsome in his own way. “Cambry. The female who stole my best guard’s heart.”
“I prefer to think I earned it, my lord.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Would he think her too sassy?
The corners of his lips twitched. “Stealing is part of your repertoire, though, is it not?”
Her face heated. “My lord, I deeply regret stealing your battleship. I promise it will never happen again.” She dared another glance at his face.
He studied her with a penetrating gaze. “I understand you are a capable pilot, Cambry, and that you are willing to serve in my army.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Your service is welcome, as is your union with Lundric. I trust your bond with him will keep you loyal.”
A rush of relief made her blink rapidly. She dropped another curtsy. “Thank you, my lord.”
“My mate is looking forward to meeting you. There aren’t many females around here. Lundric will introduce you before the evening meal.”
She curtsied once more, sensing the dismissal, and Lundric led her out of the Great Hall. They didn’t make it far, though. He pushed her up against the wall in the corridor, grinding a sizeable erection against her belly.
“Do you know how hard it makes me to present you as my mate here?”
She laughed, low and husky, and squeezed his erection through his pants. “I’m getting a hint.”
Footsteps sounded down the hallway, and Lundric pulled back just before a large Zandian passed them, an unconscious dark-haired human female draped over his shoulder.
She tensed, fingers automatically seeking the dagger Lundric had given her.
Lundric dropped a restraining hand on her shoulder. “Daneth, who is that?”
The Zandian didn’t stop, but he shifted the female on his shoulder. “A human. For breeding.”
Lundric winced. “Daneth is our resident physician, charged with the restoration of our species,” he explained as the doctor passed them with his inert cargo. To Daneth, Lundric said, “You’re not breeding her against her will, though, right?”
The Zandian seemed to catch Lundric’s warning tone because he finally stopped walking and turned back, looking from Lundric to her, understanding dawning on his expression. “Oh. Welcome to the pod, Cambry. No, not against the female’s will. Prince Zander has recently forbidden Zandian ownership of slaves of any species. If she chooses not to participate in my experiment, I will find another place for her. But my program selected this particular female as the best possible surrogate for the frozen Zandian eggs I plan to fertilize in vitro.”
Lundric winced again. “Uh, glad to hear it. Thank you, Daneth. Good luck.”
“Thank you. And congratulations on your recent mating. If you’d like, I can run both your genes through my program to—”
“No thanks,” Lundric cut him off, pulling her hand to lead her in the opposite direction. As soon as they were alone again, he stopped and leaned his forehead against hers. “Oh stars. Please tell me that didn’t worry you.”
She giggled. “Only a little. Do you really think that female will be all right?”
“Zandians have honor. Daneth’s crazy program is what brought Prince Zander to Lamira, his human mate, so it can’t be too far off.”
“Well, he did seem crazy, but I believe a Zandian master would be far better than an Ocretion one, no matter the circumstances. Look how much better off all the refugees are now.”
“You really do believe that now?”
“Yes.”
“You haven’t just joined the fight for me?”
She sucked on her lower lip. “I go where you go. I fight where you fight. I’m your female. So, yes, I joined the fight for you. But I also think Zandia is worth fighting for. And I’ve come to trust in Zandian leadership. Aligning with Zandians is a good choice for any human. For my brother. For the others on the pod. Probably for that female, too.”
Lundric’s shoulders relaxed, tension dissolving from his face. He scooped her up to straddle his waist. “I’m going to go practice my own Zandian breeding study with a human right now,” he growled. His hands cupped her ass, squeezing.
She giggled and tightened her thighs around his waist, her pussy moistening. “Yes, we’d better start practicing.”
He carried her down the corridor and put his hand against a panel, which caused a door to swish open. “I will need every available hour to study this little human body.” He tossed her onto a floating oval sleepdisk draped in blue spidersilk. “I’d better get started right away.”
Her lids lowered as she watched her handsome warrior crawl up over her, horns erect, irises turning violet.
She spread her arms wide. “Here I am. Yours to study.”
He pounced over her and pinned her wrists above her head. “Yes, mine.” He rubbed his horns across her neck. “Mine to pleasure.”
She arched into her warrior’s touch, a purr of contentment in her throat, her heart full to the brim with Lundric. “Thank you, Lundric,” she whispered as he sucked her neck.
“For what?” he murmured against her skin, his hands roaming under her uniform top.
“For making me yours.”
“You’ve always been mine.” He cupped her mound, rubbing the piercing with the heel of his hand. “It just took you a while to recognize it.”
Her eyes watered with love. “Well, thank you for showing me the way.”
He moved between her legs, drawing down her pants and spreading her thighs. “Was this the way?” He lowered his head and licked into her.
She reached for his horns, already breathless. “Yes,” she panted. “I believe it was…”
Coming May 5th!
Renee Rose’s contribution to the new Sci-fi Romance series Captives of Pra’kir
Her Alien Masters (Captives of Pra’kir Book 3)
She survived the crash. They’ll make her wish she hadn’t…
Mira thought the crash into an alien planet was bad. Even worse was their police chasing her through a mall and shooting at her. Imprisonment for her and her shipmates’ supposed crimes took the cake.
But now they’ve sentenced her to a lifetime “fostering” with two enormous males who punish her, keep her subjugated and force her to call them “master.” And they’ve given her a job--raising their three nieces, whom she inadvertently orphaned when her ship crashed.
Twin
brothers Jakk and Gav’n already have their hands full trying to manage their three unruly and grieving nieces. The last thing they need is a rebellious human. Except they find she’s more than worth the trouble. She may be unwilling, but she is beautiful, intelligent and best of all, bound to them for life.
Excerpt
“Clothes off,” he said, releasing her wrists. She still wore one of the bright yellow prison jumpsuits normally worn by juvenile offenders, since the adult uniforms were too large.
She spun to face him, mouth agape. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Take off your prison uniform. For the initial conditioning, we’ll need you naked at all times. It enhances your sense of vulnerability and submission and helps establish our roles as your masters.”
“Fuck. That.”
He didn’t understand the command to fuck that. Not only was she not being specific about what he was supposed to have casual relations with, but the only thing he was in a mood to fuck was her. Unfortunately, he appeared more like she wanted to kick his teeth out, which was a damn cute look on her.
Jakk closed in from the other direction. “If we have to help you undress, Mira, you will earn your first consequence.”
She bolted.
The little human ran straight for the door, moving faster than he would’ve expected. Jakk lunged forward, catching her around the waist, covering her mouth when she screamed. He carried her a few steps forward, offering her up for Gav’n to undress. She didn’t make it easy, wriggling and twisting like a wild animal, but he managed to work the prison suit off her while his brother held her flailing body.
“And now your consequence.” Jakk used an emotionless tone, as if they always stripped young females and paddled their naked bottoms. His brother carried her to the settee and Gav’n followed, sitting next to Jakk, so Mira’s head fell in his lap when her bottom went over Jakk’s. He took control of Mira’s wrists while Jakk scissored one thigh over her kicking legs.
Mira opened her mouth as if to bite him, but his reflexes were quicker and he caught her by the hair and pulled her face away in time. “Ah ah, little human. Biting will earn you a second consequence.”
Jakk’s palm landed on her bare ass with a resounding crack and the little thing jerked. Gav’n watched as first shock, then fury scrawled across her features. The pink imprint of Jakk’s large hand bloomed on one of her cheeks. Jakk slapped her again, harder, on the other side. Jakk picked up the pace, spanking her rapidly on one cheek then the other, right where she sat.
“Ow! What is this? You can’t keep me here like this—ow!”
Her resistance turned him on. Still holding her by the wrists and the hair, Gav’n leaned forward and spoke softly in her ear, making his voice as loving and gentle as he knew how. “Easy, Mira. It’s a spanking. To teach you to obey. That’s all that’s going on here.”
Her eyes swiveled to peer at him as best as they could with his hair-hold. They revealed betrayal. Her small, rounded breasts heaved as she panted with the pain and stress.
He shoved a pillow between her head and his lap and released her hair, massaging her scalp when her head fell to the pillow. To his satisfaction, she remained collapsed, as if she’d accepted her fate. He continued to massage her head while Jakk slapped away at her rapidly reddening ass.
And a rather perfect ass it was. As was the rest of her. Pale ivory skin glowed with health, her slender body was built of lean muscle, legs long. She was certainly the most beautiful creature he’d ever had the fortune to disrobe.
The pain must have set in, because Mira lifted her head again, tugging against his hold on her wrists and squirming. Of course, with the two of them holding her down, she wasn’t going anywhere.
Jakk spanked her steadily for another full minute and then stopped, rubbing her pink buttocks. His mismatched eyes had darkened and Gav’n knew his brother must be as aroused as he was. Jakk drew in a deep breath, his palm roving over Mira’s punished ass in a caress now. “Do you smell that, Gav’n?” he asked thickly.
Gav’n inhaled through his nose. Feminine arousal. The delicious scent of Mira’s musk reached his nostrils. “I think Mira enjoyed her spanking as much as we liked giving it.”
Her head flew up, anger blazing in her eyes.
He laughed. “Your body can’t lie, little one.”
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His Human Slave
COLLARED AND CAGED, HIS HUMAN SLAVE AWAITS HER TRAINING.
Zander, the alien warrior prince intent on recovering his planet, needs a mate. While he would never choose a human of his own accord, his physician’s gene-matching program selected Lamira’s DNA as the best possible match with his own. Now he must teach the beautiful slave to yield to his will, accept his discipline and learn to serve him as her one true master.
Lamira has hidden her claircognizance from the Ocretions, as aberrant traits in human slaves are punished by death. When she’s bought by a Zandian prince for breeding and kept by his side at all times, she finds it increasingly harder to hide. His humiliating punishments and dominance awake a powerful lust in her, which he tracks with a monitoring device on her arousal rate. But when she begins to care for the huge, demanding alien, she must choose between preserving her own life and revealing her secret to save his.
His Human Prisoner
HE DIDN’T BELIEVE IN DESTINY--UNTIL HE MET HER.
When a beautiful human slave steals Rok’s ship and leaves him stranded on an abandoned planet, he’s furious. Discovering her sister is the mate to the prince of his species only makes him more determined to find her and punish her thoroughly for her crimes. Yet when he captures her, he finds her impossible to resist. Punishment becomes exquisite pleasure as he teaches her to submit.
Lily’s attraction to the huge Zandian warrior unnerves her. She’s never been moved by a male, nor interested in sex before, but Rok coaxes every bit of emotion out of her as he demands her complete surrender. But he intends to turn her over to the authorities, which will mean her certain death. She must find a way to escape the handsome alien before she loses her life--or worse--her heart.
Training His Human
“YOUR OBEDIENCE TRAINING BEGINS TODAY.”
Seke has no interest in owning or training a slave. Not even Leora, the beautiful human who had captivated his thoughts and fantasies since her arrival on their pod. As the Zandian Master of Arms, he has a war to plan and new troops to train. He can’t be tempted by the breathtaking human slave, who, according to Prince Zander, grows aroused by punishment. Yet he can’t allow another male to bring her to heel either. Not his Leora.
In all her lifetime as a slave, Leora might have submitted in body, but never in mind. But the prince has given her to the huge, scarred warrior, Seke, for punishment and she finds he has unexpected ways of bending her to his will. Ways that leave her trembling and half-mad with desire. But her new master is unwilling to take a new mate, and she fears that once he deems her training complete, he will set her aside, leaving her heart in pieces.
“...a fast-paced, compelling plot line, and Renee-Rose level steam that is absolutely off the charts. The epic world building had me spellbound from page one, with a delicious happily ever after.” ~Jane Henry (bestselling author of the Boston Doms series)
Also, check out The Hand of Vengeance
~Winner, Best Erotic Sci-Fi, The Romance Reviews Reader’s Pick Awards~
ON HIS PLANET, WOMEN ARE PUNISHED WHEN THEY DISOBEY...
Dr. Lara Simmons can handle difficult surgeries on the battlefield of a war-torn planet. She can even handle her capture by rebels who need her skills to save the life of an important figurehead. But she wasn’t prepared for being stuck out in the wilderness with Blade Vengeance, the fierce tattooed rebel warrior with antiquated views of gender roles and corporal punishment. Dominant and unyielding
, he doesn’t hesitate to take her in hand when she disobeys his rules. Yet he also delivers pleasure—with a passion she’s never before experienced.
Blade finds the doctor from Earth sexy as hell, especially when she’s giving him attitude, but once he delivers her safely to headquarters, he pulls back from her allure. Known for single-handedly starting the revolution and freeing many of his people, his life is one of hardship, slavery, and war. Going soft on a woman isn’t part of his plan, especially with the final strike of the revolution so close. But when he sends Lara back to Earth to keep her safe during the upcoming battle, he inadvertently delivers her into enemy hands. Can he find and save her from the revolution he caused?
A Note from the Author
Thank you for reading His Human Rebel! The books seems to be alternating between heavy non-con and lighter D/s (through no design on my part—it’s just what the characters dictate). If you missed the non-con in this one, stay tuned for His Human Vessel, which will be heavy on the breeding and medical BDSM themes! Some of you are wondering how I can make Daneth sympathetic as a hero. To quote one of my favorite movies, Shakespeare in Love, “It’s a mystery!” Here’s hoping I succeed!
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Acknowledgements
Thank you to Katherine Deane, M. Coale, J. Penton and Rose L. for beta reads!
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