Hannah
Hannah
Zane was oddly quiet as we walked back to the transporter room. I looked up at him from the corner of my eye, but looked away when his gaze turned to me. Something was different. He was calm, eerily calm, as if Captain Hendry had given him a tranquilizer or something.
Hell, maybe my mate just didn’t really like my company. I’d given up trying to talk to him after the first few days. He was the king of monosyllabic responses, and I got sick of trying to pry information from him that he obviously didn’t want to give.
He f****d me every night as I took Dare in my mouth. They’d explained to me that only the primary mate was allowed to deposit seed in my p***y until I was pregnant with my first child. After that, my body was a free-for-all and both men could take me as hard an
