Their Zandian Mate (Zandian Masters 9)

Guards burst in the room and there were more barked orders issued from Damon, deep grumbling growls from Granit.

Laake scooped her into his arms again. “I’m taking her to the crystal bath to speed her healing. If those bruises don’t go away before bedtime, I’m going to vecking kill those males, whether they carry Zandian blood or not.”

“Agreed,” Damon said. He and Granit trailed behind Laake, apparently unwilling to let her out of their sight.

“Sol,” she croaked weakly, thinking of her baby in his protective cradle. Had he been hurt? Had the cradle been knocked around during the fight?

“I’ll get him, little flower,” Damon soothed. “He’s fine.”

In the circular crystal bath, light poured in through skylights, amplified by giant Zandian crystals. Laake sank into one of the beds, nesting her ass between his legs, pulling her back against his warm chest.

Granit and Damon pulled two more beds up right beside hers and sat down. Damon handed her Sol, who greedily attached himself to her nipple to nurse.

“You left me vulnerable.” She didn’t mean to blurt the accusation, but it flew out of her mouth. She should apologize for lying, for hurting them, but instead she spit out the one pain that wouldn’t be resolved by a crystal bath.

All three males started talking at once, something like, “I’m sorry—” and “Forgive us—” and “We didn’t know, Eslyn.”

A sob erupted from her mouth, and then she cried like her three-cycle-old.

Sol pulled his lips from her breast and joined in the wail, frightened.

Her males tightened their ring around her, touching her, murmuring. No, not murmuring, begging. Despite the way they talked over one another, she caught enough to understand.

They were sorry.

Something her ex-mates had never been. Not once.

She sniffled back her purple-tinted tears, trying to recover. “I made a deal with them, but they betrayed me. I wanted to get free. I hoped—”

She stuffed her knuckles in her mouth, afraid to say it.

“Hoped what?” Granit wrapped his huge fingers around her wrist and tugged her hand away.

She beseeched them with her eyes, but couldn’t bring herself to say it. What if they didn’t feel the same way? But no, they did. They’d been hurt by her choice to visit the dungeons.

“Mate me. Pierce me with your crystal and keep me forever. Keep us.” She stroked Sol’s tiny cheek with her thumb.

“Veck, yes, Eslyn.” The outburst came from Damon, the only one she hadn’t been sure of.

She smiled, though it made the bruise on her face throb. “Yes? What about Prince Zander?”

Damon drew himself up. “We’ll make sure he approves. It’s not for you to worry about, lovely female. Consider it already done. You’re ours. Your children are ours. Your future, ours.”

A tear spilled down her cheek, but it wasn’t from sorrow. Granit thumbed it away. “We love you, little flower. We promise to take good care of you and the young. We’ll make sure you’re happy.”

She sniffed, the joy bubbling up from her chest in sobs of laughter. “I know. I know you will.”

Epilogue

Damon adjusted his swollen cock in his trousers. He had their beloved female naked and bent over the hover disk, legs spread wide. Laake and Granit each held one of her wrists—not because she’d offered up any struggle. More because they needed to touch her in every moment, even if it was holding her down and making her take her punishment.

He tapped her ass with a cane. “If you want something, who should you ask to help you get it, beautiful?” They’d given her the night to heal from her harrowing experience with Banf and Elit, who’d been permanently returned to Zander’s dungeon.

“You three,” she gasped, her twitching ass probably smarting from the two lines he’d already laid across it.

He swished the cane through the air and applied a third. “Exactly, love. Do not make deals with other males, especially without telling us. Understand?”

“Yes, Master!” She’d persisted in calling them master, even after Prince Zander had granted permission for them to mate her and they’d each chosen o