by Alana Khan
“Come,” he thunders.
And I do, my internal muscles clamping hard onto him. My orgasm whips through me, setting every nerve ending on fire in a blaze of need and exhilaration.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I can’t contain the physical bliss that flows like molten lava along my limbs.
“Zara!” he barks as he spills into me.
We’re both panting and spent. I step closer to the wall and lean my cheek against it, worrying that I’ll fall if I have to stand on my own power.
He lifts me as if I’m a precious heirloom and carries me to bed, lying down behind me. I turn my head into the mattress, not wanting him to see my tears.
Voxx nuzzles my neck, kissing me with soft, wet smacks. “Tears, Victoria?” He must have stumbled upon my wet cheek.
He sits up, resting his weight on his elbow, his head on his hand. “Why tears?”
“Overcome with emotion, Sir.”
He leans closer as if he can discern truth from lie by sheer proximity.
“What emotion?”
“Just homesick, Sir.” This is possibly the biggest lie I’ve told in my life. My big, fat, happy endorphin-induced tears have nothing to do with hungering for Earth. In fact, they have everything to do with my appetite for the big, purple male who just provided me physical bliss and is somehow weaseling his way into my stupid heart.
Voxx
I’ve had ten days with Victoria, my beautiful Earth female who’s brimming with passion and generous enough to share it with me. In seventy-two hours’ time, she will have a mandated comm with the United States Ombudsman for Zinnian affairs. She'll have to attest under oath if she wishes to stay with me or return to her life on Earth.
And she’s so homesick she’s crying.
Crying large, silent tears that bear witness to just how much she doesn’t want to be with me.
My own mother describes her early days with my father as miserable. She says during her first week with him she was rebellious and by her own admission a brat. By day eleven she was blissfully happy, and they were making plans for her to stay with him on Zinn.
I’m a dominant, as are all Zinn males. We rarely have tender feelings. But at this moment I turn my heart to stone so I don’t have to experience the pain of her rejection. These have been the best days of my life and three days from now she’ll return to Earth and I’ll never see her again.
I know Victoria likes our bed-play. I’d hoped the physical part of our relationship would convince her to remain with me on Choosing Day. That’s why I planned to act out her fantasy. It would underscore her submissive tendencies and help her accept them. It would also remind her I can provide those things for her.
My plan to lure her with mind-numbing sex isn’t working. Her homesick tears don’t bode well. Maybe now that I’ve admitted how much I care for her she’ll soften toward me.
I’m going to throw all the old playbooks away. I need to follow my heart. I already call her zara most of the time, although she doesn’t know what it means. I’ll save my extreme dominance for the bedroom, that’s where she appreciates it. The rest of the time I’ll try to do things as equals, similar to how my mother and father have arranged their relationship.
Today we’ll do something fun. I’ll bring Lann. His presence serves as a buffer between Victoria and me.
An hour later, the three of us are wearing our swimsuits under our clothes and are hovering toward Jarrom Shut-Ins. Victoria’s become increasingly excited as we approach the vast, natural outdoor park. Giant blue and purple trees dot the landscape. Thick teal-colored vines have invaded the area, climbing on every building, fence, and signpost.
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Acknowledgments:
Hugs to everyone on my Alpha, Beta, and ARC teams. Your help makes every book better! Special thanks to S. C., C.O., J.M., R.C., L.L., K.H., K.F., F.T., my beloved husband, and daughter.
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Voxx: Book Two in the Mastered by the Zinn Alien Abduction Romance Series by Alana Khan
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