Punished, Tana Stone [top reads .txt] 📗

salty scent of the water didn’t bother me. At least the village had freely running water in all the homes as well as lights and power. Not completely primitive after all. But not a place I wished to live out the rest of my days.

I closed my eyes, forcing myself not to think about my exile and how long I would be stuck on Kimithion III. The last thing I needed was to rehash the impulsive actions that had landed me on the planet. No, that was wrong. The absolute last thing I needed was a secret pact to teach one of the females to fight.

I growled and tipped my head up so the water—now tepid—could beat on my face. What had I gotten myself into?

Thoughts of the human female made me growl again and my cock swell. I turned away from the water and dragged both hands through my wet hair. I had no interest in a female, especially not a human one who used strange phrases and climbed through windows.

My lip curled at the thought of my fellow Vandar warriors and the human women they’d claimed. Females made you weak and distracted you from what was important—battle. It was why none were allowed on a Vandar horde. That is, until Raas Kratos had taken one as a spoil of war. I’d been against it when he’d taken his future mate, and I’d been against it when Raas Bron had taken a female onboard. The female he’d taken was why I was exiled.

“And why I have no desire for a human,” I said, my words echoing in the circular stone shower.

Then why did Sienna’s image keep popping into my brain? Why was my cock aching as I remembered the feel of her body pressed against mine, her eyes wide as she looked up at me? When she’d thought that my price for teaching her was fucking, those hazel eyes had grown dark. But it hadn’t been fear I’d seen. Not entirely. There had also been heat there—and desire. She would have paid that price.

I shook my head and droplets of water scattered across the walls. Not that I would ever force a female. The thought was repellent. I was a Vandar. We did not force females. We did not have to. If we needed release, we paid handsomely for the services of pleasurers, and I did not know of a single raider who didn’t ensure that the females had as good a time as they did. Just like there was no such thing as a solo victory, there was no true pleasure if it was not shared.

Well, almost none. I let my gaze fall to my cock jutting out from my body, the dark lines that matched the ones on my chest swirling boldly down the shaft. Fisting the base, I closed my eyes again. I wanted to think about the winged Haralli pleasurers or the Felaris twins who worked in tandem, but as much as I tried to recall four hands eagerly moving across my bare flesh, it was Sienna’s face that filled my mind.

Tvek. What was it about the female that drew me in like a carvoth to a flame? She certainly wasn’t practiced at the art of seduction. Actually, she didn’t make any attempts to be feminine or alluring at all. Yet she was beautiful without trying, and she had a spirit and love for battle that I shared.

I stroked my hand up and down as I remembered the way she’d moved in the amphitheater, graceful and swift. Then I remembered the curve of her hips when I’d held her, and the jolt of awareness that she was not male. I almost laughed. No, Sienna was definitely not a male. I’d felt that when I braced my body against hers, the swell of her high breasts heaving as she’d breathed. And her scent.

My body shuddered as I recalled the warmth of her skin as I’d inhaled the smell of her neck. Even though she’d been battling under the suns, her skin had held the faint aroma of sugar, making it almost impossible not to want to lick her.

Stroking my hand faster up and down my rigid length, I imagined tasting her, running my tongue across her soft skin and hearing her moan in response. Sienna would not be a shy girl afraid to make a sound. She was bold and fearless in life, and she would be the same way in bed. Thinking of Sienna in my bed, her arms and legs wrapped around me, and my hands fisted in her honeyed hair while she moaned and writhed was too much. Then I imagined pleasuring her with my tail. My cock jerked as my entire body convulsed from the sudden rush of release. Black spots danced in front of my eyes from the onslaught of pleasure, wave after wave hitting me. I threw back my head and roared, the stone reverberating as my cock pulsed hot onto the floor of the shower.

When I was spent, I stood shaking under the warm water, cursing my weakness. I could not afford to think of the human female that way. Not if I wanted to get off the planet and back to raiding. Sienna might stir my desire, but she was nothing but a dangerous distraction, as were all females—especially human ones.

As the buzz from my release faded, I flipped off the water and snatched a towel off a nearby hook. I could not afford to fall into the trap my Vandar brethren had. Obsessing over a female could lead to nothing but more pain for me; and being stuck on Kimithion III for even longer than I needed to be, that was unacceptable.

I toweled myself roughly, gritting my teeth. I couldn’t go back on my deal. I’d agreed to it, and Vandar did not go back on their word. Besides, I needed her help to escape. But I could not allow myself any more weakness. Not when it