His Human Possession (Zandian Masters 8)

As one, the three males inhale, nostrils flaring.

“She’s ripe for us,” Ronan observes.

I squeeze my inner thighs. “N-no I’m not.”

Tarren wraps a meaty hand around my nape, stroking it. “It’s all right to be aroused, Riya,” he murmurs. “We’re your mates.”

I give a shove to the closest chest, which belongs to Jax, but the males don’t fall back. They don’t fall back, nor do they advance. Three pairs of eyes watch me intently.

“Y-you’re not my mates.”

Not yet.

Already my body seems to know it’s an inevitability. Moisture gathers between my legs.

“Do you prefer another warrior?” Jax asks smoothly, like he already knows the answer will be no.

I shake my head.

He brings the pad of his thumb to the crease between my brows and rubs it away. “Then you’re ours.” He leans forward and kisses the place he’s just rubbed. “Don’t fight it. We’ll take good care of you, Riya, I promise.”

My mind tumbles forward and I remember the way my two human friends Lily and Cambry are treated by their Zandian mates. Like queens. Or princesses.

There’s a great deal of dominance, no doubt about that. The Zandians are a fierce, protective species. But my friends are quite happy with their mates.

Of course they only have one mate. And apparently I’m getting three.