Vanquished by Allyson Young Read Free Book Online

woman who killed their sovereign, as much as I’d regret
it.”
    “And then kill the rest of the
hostages.”
    “No, little
warrior. That’s not how this works. They are innocents. They will be taken care of,
placed with men who will cherish them.”
    She studied him, her golden eyes
darkening with some emotion he couldn’t interpret. “And bear them mini
Shadallas.” She raised one slim shoulder. “I’ll behave, but only because I
require the facilities. Unless you break your promise.”
    “Never.” He wouldn’t need to force her.
She would come to him and beg for his cock. Not that he would humiliate her
when she did so.
    He released the cuffs, and time
stretched out between them as their proximity heightened the tension. He
scented her, a faint, spicy bouquet overlaid with the clean sweat of her
exertions outside that lift and it wove the connection deeper. He could only
imagine what touching her would do. His desire for her surged higher at the
memory of the way she’d dealt with two enormous villains. She would probably
have taken down the captain as well if not for being blackmailed into
surrendering. Vayne again reminded himself who he held captive in his quarters.
It wouldn’t do for his men to find him dispatched.
    Stepping back, he motioned to the
cleansing area. His bride slipped from the bunk and gracefully passed out of
his line of sight. He gathered the remains of their meal onto the tray and set
it on a table in the corner before retrieving both cuffs and setting them down
for easy access. Then he stripped out of the restricting uniform, releasing his
sorely confined cock and blowing out his breath with huge relief. It had been a
day for sighing, and he wasn’t familiar with the emotion that produced a sigh.
For a moment, the memory of Asula etched itself on his forebrain before
essentially dissolving and being replaced with that of his little warrior.
Vayne didn’t know if that was an omen but thought he would take it as such. His
deceased wife never had power or importance in his life, regrettably, and now
was not the time to spend any thinking of her.
    The shower hissed on, and he
hustled into the bathing area, snatching up the black clothing and a scrap of
fabric he recognized as an undergarment. Dropping them into the cleansing unit,
he then relieved himself with some difficulty because of his erection and
donned a soft garment to cover his lower body. He watched his lifemate step
from the shower chamber.
    She was all ivory skin and
shadowed hollows, her body as honed as those on his planet who excelled in
performance sports. Small, firm breasts sat high on her torso, tipped with
tight red buds, and her feminine cleft nestled between long, slender thighs.
Tiny droplets of recycled water highlighted every dip and curve. Vayne bit back
a groan as his beast begged him to take her, dominate and make her his own.
    “Where are my clothes?” Standing
without any attempt to cover herself, secure in her own skin, his female stared
at him.
    “You won’t require any in my
quarters.”
    “Bullshit.”
    “Ah, little
one. Your
turn of phrase amuses me, though it could become wearing.”
    Staring at the front of his
underpiece, she quirked a brow, not acknowledging his gentle threat. His cock
filling again, Vayne struggled with the urge to correct her but gave in to the
greater need to laugh. He hadn’t been amused in a long time. She appeared
startled when he chuckled.
    “Go to bed, my warrior.”
    “Clothes.”
    “Not necessary. And I already
gave you my word.”
    After another assessing stare,
she eased past him. For an instant his eyes closed when pure, raw need overtook
him. Almost immediately aware of how vulnerable his lack of sight made him, he
blinked wide and looked to see her reach the bunk. She sank down on the edge,
and he saw her exhaustion as her shoulders slumped forward, her profile dipping
in concert. And he believed it wasn’t only from the day’s events but from
something