Alien Conquest

by Carter, Sadie

  “You kept something from me. Not allowed.”

  “Zoey wanted it kept a secret.”

  The look he gave her told her that he didn’t care what Zoey wanted, even if she was the Empress.

  “Fine. I thought you might say no. It was just a couple of lessons. My skills are getting rusty.”

  “You not need these skills. My mate does not steal.” He slid down her body then parted the lips of her pussy with his fingers and teased her clit with a light touch of his thumb.

  “Please. . .please. . .please. . .I won’t do it anymore.”

  “You continue. As long as all females have mates’ permission,” he told her. “But no keeping things from me.”

  Yeah, she’d messed up there.

  “Sorry, Zandar, you’re right. I should have told you.”

  He gave her a nod then sat up and turned her over, arranging her over his lap. “I give you twenty then all forgiven.”

  “Nooo,” she cried out.

  “You rather be punished by not being allowed release?” he asked.

  “Nooo.” She definitely wouldn’t, but she knew the spanking he was about to give her would only increase her arousal.

  Shit. She certainly never thought she would like this. But Zandar had been introducing her slowly to different things in the bedroom, like bondage and spankings and other small bites of pain.

  His hand landed several times on her ass. She groaned as he rubbed in the heat then started again.

  Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

  Then he pushed her legs apart to dip his hand down to her slit. He ran his finger up and down her wet folds then drove it deep into her passage. Fuck. Please. Yes!

  “My mate is very wet. She needs me.”

  She always needed him. He was like the very breath she took in. Vital for life.

  He pulled his finger out then returned to spanking her ass, the last ten landing in quick succession until her ass burned and her insides were on fire.

  He flipped her over onto her back once more before kneeling between her legs. The hover cuffs kept her hands over her head as he entered her slowly.

  “More. More. Please, Zandar. Fast. Hard.”

  Her warm ass was pressed against the masic, her heart racing, her skin coated with a light sheen of sweat. Her nipples brushed against his chest and she moaned in reaction.

  Then he drove forward, and she screamed.

  “Georgie?”

  “So good. So good, please, move. I’m begging you. Please move.”

  “No need to beg, my mate,” he growled at her. “I give you what you need.”

  Then he moved. And it was hard. Fast. It was everything she needed. She wrapped her legs around him as best she could as he found that spot inside her and started to drive his cock against it until she fell over the edge into a spiraling bliss that stole her breath, her mind.

  His roar was muted, her pulse thundering in her ears. Through their bond, which had grown in the weeks they’d been in Zerconia, she could feel his pleasure, his satisfaction.

  He slumped to her side, lying on his back next to her. She fought to recover, to slow her breathing. Waves of pleasure continued to hit her, each one smaller than the last until she could finally manage to utter a syllable.

  “Wow.”

  One word was better than none, right?

  She rolled into him, and he undid the hover cuffs then drew her over his chest. She rested her ear against his heartbeat, listening to it slow.

  She managed to stir after a few minutes, although it was damn difficult. “I suppose we should clean up.” She yawned.

  “Lie here, trouble. I get a cloth.”

  He rose from the bed and she watched his tight ass as he walked bare-ass naked into the attached bathroom. He hadn’t wanted to stay with Que and Keely when he’d been released from the medical center. Luckily, there had been a small house available for them to move into. It had two bedrooms and a gorgeous view out to the ocean. Plenty of room for her, Zandar, Noodle, and Cocoa.

  It was perfect.

  Zandar came back and quickly cleaned her up then lay back on the masic. She tucked herself into his side, her face back against his chest.

  “Koran heard back from his contact today.”

  She pushed herself up so she was resting on her elbow. “He did? And?”

  Koran had contacted someone he knew who lived on the planet where Zandar had nearly been bought by the slavers. He’d wanted to find out what happened to the Arans and Pinky’s people.

  “Apparently, war started between two races,” he told her. “They nearly wiped each other out.”

  She grinned. “It couldn’t have happened to a nicer bunch of people.” She was pleased. She’d been worried about Zandar seeking vengeance on the slavers. Not that they didn’t deserve it. But she was so happy to be here on Zerconia, she didn’t want to leave. She felt safe here. She’d made friends. She’d finally found a place where she fit in.

  Ferhard had been charged with attempted murder. They’d discovered that the drug he had tried to inject into Zandar would have slowly killed him. He was locked up for his life. Apparently, he’d gone completely bonkers and spent most of his time in a spaced-out state.

  Zandar had decided against trying the cure he’d used on the other warriors who’d been infected. He’d decided it wasn’t worth the risk. He didn’t need his old memories when he had new ones he could make. She’d actually cried when he’d told her that. He could be a real sweetie sometimes for such a tough guy.

  “There is one thing, though. Apparently, no one knows what happened to medallion.”

  She sat up. She could not believe it! That little rascal! Bad monkey! “Noodle!”