Their Zandian Mate (Zandian Masters 9)

“From a bomb?”

“The fire was from a bomb. Laake’s school.” Granit swallowed. “They’re ugly, I know.”

“No.” She climbed up over him, straddling his lap. She rubbed her sweet spot over his cock with a slow undulation.

Laake bit a knuckle.

“They’re beautiful,” she purred. “They show you for the hero you are.”

Granit’s face contorted with desire and he fisted the base of his cock, guiding it toward her entrance.

Lids drooping, lips parted like a goddess of sex, Eslyn lifted her hips and dropped down, taking Granit’s large cock with a cry of pleasure.

Laake squeezed his cock through his pants, then followed Granit’s lead in stripping off his clothing. He pumped some lube into his palm and rubbed it over his cock.

“Relax and let it out.” Damon stood at the foot of the bed, twisting the anal plug in Eslyn’s ass as she rode Granit’s cock. She must not have loosened her muscles, because he delivered a smack to each of her cheeks. “Open up, little flower. Laake wants to veck this pretty ass of yours.”

She stopped moving, but Damon smacked her ass again. “Don’t stop rubbing your juicy pussy over Granit’s cock. He’s enjoying it way too much.”

She moaned and rocked her hips again.

“That’s it, beautiful.” Damon removed the plug and waggled his brows at Laake. “She’s ready for you. Climb up and ride.”

He mounted the sleep disk, straddled Granit and Eslyn, and squatted over her, lining his cock up with her back hole. He pushed back the stab of guilt that rose at making her take them both at once. She’d already had three mates—surely she’d done this before. And she hadn’t offered so much as a word of protest.

He pushed the head of his cock against her anus. She moaned and stopped moving. He applied a little pressure and breached her entrance. “Veck, Eslyn,” he spit out. She was unbelievably tight.

She made a keening sound as he drove deeper.

“That’s it, beautiful. Can you take all of me?”

“She has to.” Damon walked around the side of the sleep disk and squeezed her breast. “This ass-vecking is her punishment, so make it good. Granit, hold her hips still so Laake can give it to her hard.”

Stars, Damon’s words incited all of them. Eslyn moaned, Granit growled through clenched teeth, and Laake pushed in to the hilt, his eyes rolling back in his head at the incredible sensation.

He nearly came right then, but watching Damon grab Eslyn by the hair to turn her mouth to his gave him enough distraction to regain control. He pumped in and out of her ass, glorying in each delicious stroke, in the wonderment that this incredible female really belonged to them, even if it was only temporary.

In and out, harder and faster, he listened to the music of her vocalizations, matching them with his own grunts.

“Not going to last,” Granit gasped, thrusting up into her pussy like his life depended on it.

“Me neither.” Laake’s balls tightened, thighs shook.

“Yes!” Eslyn cried.

“Veck, I’m coming!” Laake shoved deep and stayed. Cum shot out his shaft, filling her ass.

Granit bucked beneath them both, frantically driving up in

to Eslyn until he, too, finished with a shout.

Eslyn tightened around his cock, her sandwiched body twitching and rolling with her orgasm.

Laake cursed again and released some more, then eased out. Satisfaction flowed through him. Happiness, joy, even.

Because Eslyn had been used and abused by three males at a time for all of her adult life, she was well aware that one hadn’t yet been satisfied. When Granit eased her off him, she sought out Damon with her gaze.

He stood beside the sleep disk, cock fisted in his hand.