that the second I saw Zara for the first time, it was me who was being saved. Saved from a life alone. A life without a home. Without a family. Without… love.
Zara, the cranky, feisty, wild female had shown me that the life I had was as empty as the sectors of space I’d been roaming. Maybe I had been the space pirate she’d called me.
A rebel. Rogue. Wild, myself.
Untamed.
No longer. Like Zenos, I was bewitched and, fark, besotted by an Earthling. The guy was so big, making an Atlan beast almost seem like a toddler, and yet Ivy had him on his knees. And he was happy to be there.
The sight of Councilor Barron on his knees, offering Zara everything I had not, gripped my heart in a panic, a level of terror I’d never felt before. Not while watching my brother die, not while hunting the Hive. Zara was my heart now. Without her, the worthless muscle in my chest would not beat.
Zara was silent on the journey back to my parents’ home. I didn’t argue with our destination, too concerned by the blank void behind Zara’s eyes.
I held her hand, but her flesh was cold to the touch, and she did not respond to me.
I was coming apart at the seams by the time we reached my childhood home. The moment the vehicle stopped, I led Zara inside to my old bed chamber and closed the door.
As soon as the lock was in place, I turned her to face me and dropped to my knees.
“Forgive me, gara. I demanded you call me master, but I did not care for you as I should. I was selfish. A fool. I demanded everything and gave you nothing.”
Her pale eyes widened, but she said nothing as my hands slid the silky material up her legs, higher and higher until it was bunched at her waist in my fists. Her pussy, pink and perfect, was directly in front of my face.
Perhaps Zenos was smarter than I ever considered.
I would get her naked and make her mine, adorn her so anyone who looked upon her would know she belonged to me, know it was my medallion on a chain dangling between her breasts.
“Zara, please, accept me as your mate, and I vow that even the gods will know that while you belong to me, I am the one kneeling, That I am the one to submit to your every happiness. Every desire.”
“Isaak. I can’t do this. I can’t live on that little spaceship. I want a family. A home. I want more than you can give me.”
I leaned forward, rested my head on her soft belly, breathed her in. My home. My life. My everything. “I give you everything, Zara. Everything there is. If you want to live on Earth, I will follow you. I offer my home here on Trion. If that does not suit, we can go somewhere else. Anywhere, as long as I am yours. My heart and soul are yours, gara. Forever.”
I waited for her response, the lump in my throat too big to overcome with words. I could do nothing but wait. And hope. And pray I hadn’t been too much of a fool.
When her hands lifted to my head, her fingers tunneling through my hair, I dared to breathe again.
“Master, please. You broke my heart. Convince me. Make me believe you.”
Master.
She’d said the word once before, to Barron, during his attempt to steal her away from me. But I had not dared believe it. But I would deserve her trust. Shower her with love and pleasure. And that started now, leaning forward and nuzzling her clit with my nose.
She gasped, widened her stance. Glancing up at her, I smiled. She wanted it. Whatever it was I would give to her.
With her legs further apart, I could lick her core, lap at the arousal that was always there. For me. Her taste, as wild and sweet as the female herself, coated my tongue.
Her hand dropped onto my head, her fingers tangling in my hair. Tugging me into her. I could tease her, bring her close to her climax and retreat again and again. I could. I had. I wouldn’t now.
Now it would be the opposite. I worked her with my tongue, my lips until she was panting. Gasping. Crying my name.
My cock was throbbing in my now-tight pants. My balls ached to be emptied, filling her and marking her deep in her pussy. Soon.
First, she would know