Retribution (Kall Alien Warriors #3) - Sue Lyndon Page 0,59

and he groaned at the sight of her nether lips, swollen and gleaming with her essence. She might not have enjoyed the pain of the spanking, but her body had responded to his firm discipline.

Desire surged through him and he guided her out of the bathroom and straight for the bed. Her steps were slow and awkward, as her leggings and panties were tangled around her knees, and her dress was still pushed up around her waist.

He released her and gave her an expectant look as he freed his cock from his pants. She flushed but quickly took position, bending herself over the bed and lifting her bottom high. Spreading her thighs apart, as best she could with the leggings tangled about her knees, she arched her back more, presenting herself to be mounted.

Growls rumbled from his chest and his need soared.

Locking his fingers in her hair, he jerked her head back and leaned over her, placing his lips at her ear. “Brace yourself, human. I’m not feeling particularly merciful at the moment.”

He grabbed her bottom cheeks, forcing her center to spread more, until her pussy and ass were stretched wide, revealing all her feminine charms to his gaze.

He slammed into her and rode her fast, claiming her with all the passion surging through him. Mine. You’re mine, human. I won’t let you go.

Whimpers and moans drifted up from her, and she clutched the covers until her knuckles turned white.

She stiffened and then jerked her center against him, a guttural cry escaping her as her insides clamped down on his cock, another release rushing through her.

The feel of her pussy contracting around his shaft made him roar, and his own release followed soon after. He pumped into her with rough movements, filling her with his seed, marking her as his.

He found himself wondering if he would ever get her with child. Kall-human pregnancies were rare, but they happened from time to time. The idea of planting his seed inside her and watching her stomach swell with life filled him with primal satisfaction.

“I’m going to try to get you pregnant,” he said, still submerged in her tightness. “I’m going to fill you with my seed constantly and try to breed you, human.” More growls rumbled from his throat. “I don’t care how long it takes. One day you will have my child.”

She didn’t offer a response, and he finally withdrew from her center. When his seed started to trickle out of her core, he turned her around and forced her onto her back, and he placed a pillow underneath her, keeping her bottom high and stemming the flow of his seed out of her pussy.

Her wide eyes met his, but still she said nothing. Perhaps he’d shocked her with his breeding talk. In truth, he’d shocked himself.

His gaze roved over her. Her dress was now wrinkled, her hair was a mess, and her eyes were red-rimmed from crying. And her bottom… fluxx, he couldn’t deny that he adored the sight of her punished bottom.

He put his cock away and fastened his pants. Then he checked his wrist comm. “You will remain in that position for twenty erons,” he said.

Zamek guided Layla through the crowded corridors of the Tammusha. He was holding her by the back of her neck, marching her through the ship like a prisoner. He’d instructed her to appear as subdued as possible during their walk to the hangar, but he supposed after being spanked to tears, fucked thoroughly, and then restrained in manacles, she didn’t have to try very hard. She looked the part of a scared captive.

Warriors stopped to stare as they navigated the halls. No one dared to speak to him though. Probably due to the murderous look on his face. He kept his expression hard and occasionally gave Layla a push, though he was careful not to truly hurt her.

Relief filled him when they reached the hangar and his airship came into sight. He ushered Layla aboard and buckled her into a seat. Zamek wished he could remove her manacles now and give her a tender kiss, but he couldn’t risk the pilot witnessing such an act.

At least they were close. At least he would get her to the safety of his home by this evening. The Sumlin District council would likely balk at his failure to kill Layla and question his motives. But if he took her directly to his home without registering her as a slave—as was legally required for all humans now