Their Zandian Mate (Zandian Masters 9)

ne body part to pierce and adorn with crystal. He’d chosen the top of one of her ears. He wanted it in a place every being would see. Laake had pierced her navel; Granit, her nose.

He stroked his hand over her hip to calm the trembling in her legs. “You will always receive punishment for putting yourself in danger. That’s a promise we won’t break, Eslyn.” He dipped his fingers between her legs, knowing how wet he’d find her. As if he could’ve ignored the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling the room. It had them all struggling to stay sane.

She moaned as he pinched her clit between two knuckles.

“And we’ll always take care of you afterward. I hope you know that. You can count on us to kiss it better. Are you ready for a good vecking?”

“Yes, Master!” She sounded impatient, so he delivered another light swat with the cane.

“Ooh-oh! Please?”

He chuckled and lifted her by the hips to prop her knees on the hover disk. Parting her with his thumbs, he licked into her, tracing her inner lips, sucking her clit.

Granit moved in to fondle her dangling breasts while Laake fisted a hand in her hair, growling something in her ear.

She went off before he’d even given it much effort—the moment he shoved one finger into her heat. Her muscles contracted, shudders running through her body.

“Again,” Laake rasped.

Damon flipped Eslyn onto her back and hooked her knees over his shoulders, filling his hands with her ass. “Let’s try it from this angle, shall we?”

Eslyn made an incoherent sound, her knees tightening around his ears. He flicked his tongue over her clit, sucked and nipped her nether lips. Only when she’d come again did he lower her hips to the hover disk and push into her moist heat.

Her pussy was even better than he remembered, not that he’d ever let vecking her become something routine. His fingers tightened on her hips and he pistoned in and out of her, watching her expression to make sure she enjoyed every vecking second of it.

She bucked and writhed beneath him as if greedy for every inch he fed her and he closed his eyes and let greed take over him, too.

“Mine now,” he growled. “Mine, mine, mine.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yours. My masters.”

Granit and Laake growled, but didn’t move in; they must’ve known how close he was.

“Veck, yes!” he issued through clenched teeth.

“Yes, yes, please!” Her keening cry made him veck her even harder, plunging as deep as he could get inside her until his movements grew jerky, thighs tensing.

He came, hard and grateful, still pounding Eslyn with every bit of passion inside him.

She cried out, arching beneath him, fingers reaching for his horns, which she squeezed and jacked as her pussy milked his cock.

Dropping down over her, he nuzzled her neck, dragging his open mouth over her skin before biting her shoulder. “Mine.”

“Ours,” Laake corrected.

“That’s what I meant,” he mumbled, barely able to form words. “Mine is yours. Always.”

Granit and Laake rumbled a sound of both approval and hunger as they nudged him off Eslyn and positioned her on her belly, with her head at one edge of the hover disk for Granit’s cock, her ass spread wide for Laake’s.

He watched in bleary-eyed contentment as his brothers rode his female—their female—to yet another peak of pleasure. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, the rest would be easy. Forming a family, adopting the children, taking back Zandia—all of it. Eslyn was the missing piece of the puzzle piece for him. His life had been focused on making sure Laake and Granit were happy, but something had been missing. And now he knew what—their female.

As his brothers and female collapsed, satisfied, on the hover disk, the males arranged their bodies protectively around her. Granit and Laake on either side, Damon on the end, where he could watch the door.

Nothing malevolent would ever touch their female again.

Not when she had them.

The End