Claimed by the Zandian Read online Renee Rose, Rebel West (Zandian Brides #6)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Zandian Brides Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
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I inhale sharply, fill my nostrils with his scent—masculine and rich. He nips down my neck, sucks a spot on my shoulder. All the while, the pulsing between my legs grows stronger. I arch my hips into him, climb to his huge, muscular shoulders. He shoves my dress up to expose my nipples and swirls his tongue around one.

I make a hungry, eager sound. He pinches the other one as he continues. I rock my pelvis, grinding against him. He slides his hand between my legs. “Did you want me here?” His voice is rough and raspy. So incredibly deep.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please, Master.”

Tarek

I don’t know why she called me that—I haven’t agreed to be her master, but the words feel so right. My cock punches out, painfully thick and my skin turns hot. I don’t need sensor read-outs to feel her heat.

I’ve always felt less-than with my sightlessness. Always needed to be on the defense, extra-prepared for attacks, whether real, or social. But right now, I am the master.

Her body responds to my every touch. So willing, so open. She wriggles beneath me, making tiny cries of pleasure and it’s all I can do not to veck her four meters into the ground. I free my erection, then pick up her hand and close her small fingers around the base. “Feel what you do to me, little human?” I ask her.

“Tarek,” she breathes.

I could hear my name on her lips every moment of every planet rotation until I die and not grow tired of it. Especially in that breathy, shocked way she just said it.

“That’s right, beautiful. I’m dying to get inside you. Are you going to open those thighs and let me in?”

She inhales sharply and my sensors show her spreading her knees.

“Good girl,” I murmur. I pull off her panties and reward her with a long, slow lick.

She shivers, her muscles tightening around my ears.

“You like that?”

“Yes, Master.”

Oh, veck.

“That’s right, sweet female. I’m your master right now, aren’t I?”

Stars, I shouldn’t make declarations like that. I can’t be her master, but in this moment, I don’t give a flying veck about any of that. All that matters is that I’m master of her body. Master of this moment. Master of the pleasure about to happen between us.

“Yes,” she breathes. She grips my horns—I don’t know how she knew to do it, but now I’m the one filling the room with a growl as they lengthen under her touch. “Oh!” Her little syllable of surprise gets me even harder. “D-do you like that, Tarek?”

Oh stars. “Veck, yes, little human. Squeeze them tight!”

She does and pre-cum leaks from my throbbing cock. I lick into her pussy, showing my appreciation with each sweep of my tongue, each flick, with the penetration of one thick digit.

“Tarek, Tarek, please,” she whimpers.

I veck her faster with my finger, sucking on the nubbin of her anatomy known to make human females wild.

“I want you inside me,” she cries out hoarsely.

I can’t move fast enough. I’m up and spearing her with my erection in a flash, swallowing her scream with a hard kiss.

She’s tight—so vecking tight—so I stop and let her get used to my size.

“Is this all right, little human?”

She answers by reaching for my horns again, alternating squeezing first one then the other. I can’t help myself, I thrust into her like a rutting beast. Every stroke sends shivers up my spine, heat across my skin. She’s so small and pliable, so eager, it turns me into a wild animal. I brace my hands on the floor beside her head and pump into her with enough vigor that she bounces on the mat.

“Who’s your master now, little human?”

“You are,” she cries out. “Tarek! Oh please!”

I wish I had more finesse. I want to work her nipples more with my mouth, or somehow be sure she receives maximum pleasure, but I’m lost. Lost to her scent, the openness of her soft form, the incredible sounds she’s making beneath me.

My balls tighten. Heat spikes at my tailbone. I can’t hold back any longer. With a roar, I come, spurting my seed into her and I continue to pound.

She wraps her small legs around my back and stills my motion, tugging me deep inside her as she comes, her muscles squeezing and releasing around my cock. I stay inside her, my dick twitching as our mingled breath slows. Then I drop with a groan to my side and ease out.

I yank off my tunic and use it to wipe my cum from her legs.

She gasps. “It’s rainbow-colored!”

I don’t know what that means. Logically, I do, but I’ve never seen a rainbow. “Do you like it?” I ask softly.

She runs her finger between her labia and lifts it up. “It’s beautiful,” she whispers.

I chuckle and settle beside her. “You’re beautiful.”


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