Retribution (Kall Alien Warriors #3) - Sue Lyndon Page 0,47

with his seed. He groaned and his movements slowed, just a little, and she felt the heat of his essence inside her and even slipping down her thighs.

He withdrew from her center and gave her bottom a light tap.

“You look beautiful like this, human, bent over the bed with your hair in complete disarray after a long hard fucking, your pussy swollen and wet, and my seed trickling out of your privates and down your thighs. So fluxxing beautiful.”

Chapter 17

Zamek helped Layla clean up in the shower, then he dressed her in one of his robes and tucked her into bed. A servant would arrive with their evening meal soon, and he anticipated sharing their first meal together. It pained him to know that she’d always eaten alone in her cell until now. His fault. He’d put her there.

She’d been quiet since the end of their mating session, and he sensed she was deep in thought. How long would it take her to accept her new circumstances? A dark thought struck him. What if she never accepted her place as his mistress?

She’ll accept it. She has to. She has no choice.

Perhaps once he got her situated in his home, she would eventually change her mind. Once she realized how good her life could be with him, she might very well come around to his way of thinking.

His door chimed and Drias soon entered, carrying their evening meal. The servant set about placing the covered plates on a small table near the viewscreen, arranging the cutlery, and pouring drinks. He gave Zamek a deep bow before departing the room.

“Come, human, let us eat.”

She gave him a wary look, as if afraid she was on the menu. With a deep sigh, he approached her, flipped the covers back, and gently lifted her out of bed. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss atop her head.

“What is wrong, Layla?” he asked.

“I-I don’t know,” she replied with a shrug. “This is just so strange. A few weeks ago, I was certain you meant to kill me, and now we’re playing house together. I don’t know what to think or how to feel, and it’s all very confusing and it’s happening fast and…” Her voice trailed off and she sighed. After a short while, she gave a shake of her head and her lips curled in a slight smile. “Sorry. I might be having a little mental breakdown at the moment. Carry on. Don’t mind me.”

He tugged on her hand, guiding her to the dining area. “Perhaps a filling meal and some strong Kall wine will help you feel better.”

“There’s wine?” Her face lit up visibly.

He helped her into her seat and then took his place across from her. He nodded at the wine goblet near her plate. “Of course, there is wine,” he finally said. “Try it and let me know what you think.”

She gave him a curious look before taking a long sip. Her eyes flashed with pleasure as she set the goblet down. “Wow, that’s very good. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever tasted Kall wine quite so delicious.”

Zamek beamed with pride. “I’m glad you like it, human. It’s from my vineyard.”

She shot him a look of wonder. “You have your own vineyard?”

“It was my grandfather’s winery, but it has been passed down to me. My cousin, Xazzok, runs the day-to-day business aspects of it. You will meet him and his wife, a Flourishian named Fallonn, when we reach Sumlin District. They live in my house and act as caretakers when I’m away on warrior duty.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you owned your own winery, General? I might not have argued too much about becoming your mistress,” she said with a playful look.

And suddenly, the tension between them began to dissipate, and hope rose in Zamek’s chest. The worry was starting to leave Layla’s eyes and she appeared happy at the moment. Was it wrong that he only wanted to see her happy?

Was it wrong that he wasn’t fulfilling the act of retribution as expected by his people? He refused to believe so. The prospect of hurting Layla now felt abhorrent to him, and everything inside him screamed that he ought to protect her instead.

Not for the first time, he considered conferring with the High Council about the laws pertaining to retribution. Though most Kall were notoriously stubborn, change was possible. Ambassador Merokk had recently convinced the High Council to enact a change, making it illegal for Kall