Stolen by the Zandian - Renee Rose Page 0,9

could have managed.” She looks around the area again.

She’s clearly assessing my craft even as I have the total upper hand. I’ll have to watch this one—she probably has escape plans already forming in her beautiful head.

“You have no chance against me,” I advise.

“Didn’t my assessment skills save you not once but twice from a long-range weapon?” She raises her brows.

“You were incredible,” I admit.

She blinks as if she’s never received a compliment before. Her color returns to normal again, and her breathing evens. Her own strength and the med kit have clearly helped her recover. “Well, then. Let’s call it even, and you set me loose on the next habitable free planet.” She glares at me and taps her foot.

“No chance, little warrior.”

I didn’t think she’d show abject submission and adoration, crying meekly and agreeing to my every suggestion. But she’s far feistier than I could have predicted.

A fact that for some reason makes my balls ache. I need to regain the upper hand. There’s no way I can get us safely back to Zandia unless she’s docile.

“Let’s get something clear.” I step forward. “I recognize your part in my—our—escape. But humans are not free in this galaxy. You are currently under my protection—and command. There’s nowhere for you to go without a master, and I am your master.”

I stare at her. As before, she turns pink under my gaze, and her thighs squeeze together. Veck—is she aroused? Yes, I believe her change in scent indicates arousal. I don’t have intimate knowledge of human females, but these are universally understood tells. If I’m not wrong, this little warrior wants me as badly as I want her.

My voice gets husky. Perhaps I should apply a little gentle punishment to cleave her to me as master. “You will do as I say.” My voice thickens with desire. I step forward another inch.

Her breath quickens, and her chest heaves. “I won’t.”

“Think logically.” I make my voice silky, persuasive. “You have no other options. Things will be more pleasant if we get along.” For a split second, my brain rushes to imagine just how vecking pleasant it could be. Thoughts of my lips on her pert nipples, my tongue in between her thighs, her pretty pink lips on my cock—

“I’ll find a place where I can live as a free human,” she retorts. “I’ve heard of some such planets.” There’s a slight quiver in her voice. Then, to my utter delight, she attacks.

“Hiyah!” she shouts and launches herself at me, twisting midair, so her fist gains momentum.

When her knuckles connect firmly with my jaw, I see stars. Veck, she’s got moves! I grab for her body, but she’s already danced away on the balls of her feet and dropped down into a warrior stance.

“Stop.“ I bark the command as my skin throbs where she hit me. I’m not angry—she’s a marvel to watch, and a little pain means nothing to a warrior. I’m more fascinated by her abilities. Delighted that I actually found this spectacular little warrior for Zandia.

She yells a battle cry and jumps again, but this time I’m ready. Even with her extra-human strength and her clever knowledge of body mechanics, she’s no match for a Zandian warrior at full alert. I easily block and parry her strikes. I let her continue for a few more moments because, well, it’s highly arousing. The blanket is on the floor, so she’s fully naked and throwing herself at me.

“All right, that’s enough, Kailani.” The next time she strikes, I yank her into my body. I wrap my arms around her and pull her body tightly against mine, pinning her arms at her waist. I use one leg to wrap around hers and lower my head to lock hers against my chest.

She’s completely under my control now.

My hands press against her bare skin.

“Bad girl,” I murmur against her silky hair. “You must never raise a hand to your master.” I hold her tightly.

Oh veck, now it’s time for punishment. I shouldn’t be so excited, but I am.

“Apologize for attacking me,” I advise. “Swear it won’t happen again.” My body responds to her presence, and my cock gets iron hard once again, despite my best intentions to remain neutral. The urge to veck her is so powerful that I can barely stand it.

“You’re not my master,” she grits as she stamps on my boot with her bare foot. She kicks backward at my shin.

I bite back my chuckle. I’m supposed to be firm as her