Warlord's Mercy - Cynthia Sax Page 0,26

my respect.”

A growl rolled up his chest. She wanted him to earn her respect. He’d do that and he wouldn’t be gentle about it.

Tolui lifted his little human into the air and slung her across his right shoulder so hard, she gasped. With one fluid motion, he jumped to his booted feet.

Early in his existence, one of his clone brothers had dared to question his leadership. He had defeated that male in the fighting ring, beating deference into his rival.

His gerel’s esteem would be earned a different way. He sprinted at his full enhanced speed toward the tunnels. Their confrontation would occur in their private chambers.

He would rut respect into her.

His cock bobbed. All of him hummed with anticipation.

She claimed she was stronger than she looked, insisted she could take the pain he would inadvertently inflict on her. In a couple of moments, they would find out if that was the truth.

There would be no further negotiations, no discussion of what would soon occur.

He was past rational thought. A long planet rotation of her teasing, the prospect of almost losing her forever, plus the sheer audacity of her challenge, had defeated the civilized side of him.

All that was left was the savage.

She would view the darkest side of him.

Tolui increased his pace.

Chapter Seven

It had taken tremendous teasing and all her seductive powers, but she had finally pushed her stubborn Warlord past his breaking point.

He was carrying her at almost dizzying speed toward their underground home. His face was dark with emotion. And his grip on her was arousingly tight.

She wasn’t concerned about her fate. Any reprimand he gave her, she could tolerate, might even enjoy. She was worried about the injury the rock vulture had inflicted on him.

“I should tend to your wounds.” She brushed his long black hair to the side and gazed at the talon marks on his lower back. Blood dripped over his ugly ass coverings. Her stomach twisted with sympathy. “You must be in such pain.”

“After I’m done earning your respect, you’ll be the being in pain.” He smacked her ass. Hard.

She yelped, arching her back. A wondrous burn rippled from the point of impact, wetting her pussy and tightening her nipples.

“You can tend to my wounds then…if you’re able.” Her Warlord’s palm descended again.

She moaned softly, her passion escalating.

There was no guilt. He couldn’t be hurting too badly if he was focused on her submission.

“How will you earn my respect?” She watched his leather-clad ass cheeks clench and release as he ran. “Will you spank me until I surrender?”

That prospect appealed to her.

“I won’t hold back as I use you. You’ll be covered with my bite marks, my bruises. I’ll leave my handprints on your soft skin, slam into you until your teeth clatter and you defer to me. In all ways.” His hand flexed over her bare ass. “Our rutting will be harsh, too harsh for a little human female like you.” He squeezed her with a breath-stealing intensity.

Stars. He planned to fuck her into compliance.

Her toes curled. “Nothing you dole out will be too harsh for a little human female like me, Warlord.” She was a fellow freak, could take anything he gave her.

“We’ll soon determine if you’re right about that.” He carried her as though she weighed nothing. His tread was long and silent. His breathing was level.

Determined to protect him as he safeguarded her, she gazed around her and listened for any ships, for chatter, for any unusual sounds. Sand blew against her Warlord’s boots. The sun’s rays blazed down on them. There were no creatures flying above their heads.

“Will you take me from behind?” She returned to asking about the fucking he’d promised her.

“I’ll take you the way I want to take you. You’ll have no say in it.” He cuffed her ass and she cried out, her desire for him, for his rough touch, building. “I want to look into your eyes as I’m pounding your ass against the sleeping support.”

“Yes, please.” She grinned against his back.

That earned her another blast to the ass. She jerked, her skin heating from his sweet abuse.

“You won’t be saying that when I use you.” He delivered that warning.

She viewed it as preview of delights to come. “You’re right. I won’t be saying that when you use me. I’ll be crying, ‘Harder. Faster. More. More. More.’”

They approached the entrance to their tunnels. Not wanting their home to be discovered by anyone else, she lowered her voice as she imitated her fucking sounds, making