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“Paal, we’re going to be late for the gathering.”
All right, maybe she didn’t care. Not when her mate had her bent over the dresser, f*****g her like he was about to go back out to battle. It was the tenth time he’d claimed her since they returned to his chamber in the palatial pod the night before, which was now resting in the capital of Zandia, right where it belonged.
“I just. Can’t. Get enough,” Paal growled through clenched teeth. “...going to veck you all planet rotation.” His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he drove deep.
“Yes, Master,” she murmured, knowing what it did to him to be called master.
He roared, pivoting their bodies and throwing her over the edge of the sleepdisk instead. His purpose for the change immediately became clear. He thrust into her
