“I merely asked if you are eager to bed our mate.” Ronan grins at me and flicks his brows.
I roll my eyes. Of course I’ve been thinking about getting those creamy thighs open every moment since we parted from our future mate.
Tarren makes a low growling sound.
I have to say, I’ve never seen him so territorial before. Sharing Riya may be sticky. But I’m not vecking giving up until we figure it out.
“I know I can’t vecking wait.” Ronan grips his cock and squeezes it in his pants. In his other hand, he’s holding a shimmery silver bolt that will be used to attach part of the dome roof here at the southernmost section. “She’s the most beautiful human on the planet. I have a good feeling about mating her.”
“You have a good feeling about everything,” Tarren grumbles. “Including your own eliminations.”
I laugh, and Ronan puts down his bolt, somewhat carelessly—I hear it zing onto a rock—and leaps onto Tarren, roaring with delight.
They tussle for a minute until Tarren pins him, both of them panting, and then we all start laughing. Tarren lets Ronan up and gives him a hand to pull him back to his feet.
“I’m uncertain.” It’s an unusual admission from Tarren. He rarely shares his emotions, even with us. He rubs his forehead, brows down low. “It will be something new for all of us. And we don’t even know if she’ll mate us. Or if Zander will even allow us to pick our own mates. I heard from Jaso that they’ll be assigning females based on DNA testing. Matching them to the best Zandian gene donors for repopulation. So it is not certain we will be granted her as our female. Perhaps some other team requests her as well.” Tarren’s jaw clenches and I hoist a beam with far more effort than necessary, sending it careening toward Ronan’s head.
Ronan ducks and curses.
I rub my jaw, mind racing over the possibilities. All of that sounds like a bunch of excrement being thrown around by males who really have no clue. I could go and ask my superior, Master Seke for more information. Or should we wait for King Zander’s next announcement on how this will go?
No.
No vecking way.
I’m not going to wait for permission to mate or until they give away all the best females. And it’s not about the best females—it’s about Riya. I’m not going to let her slip through our fingers. She’s perfect for us. There’s chemistry. Attraction. We all felt it back there.
“We’ll have to mate her before that happens, then.” I declare.
“I want to mate her first.” Ronan says, as if it will make it so.
I give him a look. “We will have to discuss it.”
“Maybe we should let her choose,” Tarren suggests, although the grumble in his voice makes it sound like he hates the idea.
“Choose what? Whether to mate us or which one claims her first?”
“Which one claims her,” Tarren says.
Oh for veck’s sake. Are we seriously arguing over who gets to dip his cock in her first? We need to get her pierced and firmly bound to us first. “We will go in order of age,” I say with the same calm, decisive tone I employ every time the two of them butt heads. “As Tarren is the eldest, he will be first. Then me, then you, Ronan.” I’m honestly not sure how this will work, but it seems like we need a plan.
Ronan rolls his eyes. “No, cousin. We will take her together.” He says it simply, as if it were an accepted fact.
I nod. The idea is just as appealing to me or more so than taking her alone.
“But we will make her first time with us so incredible that she will beg for us, over and over.” Ronan is all confidence. “Like the little pet we vecked at Prium’s Sex Emporium. Remember how she liked having three Zandians at one time?”
My lips tug at the memory. Veck, that was incredible. Having three cocks at once made the little pet so insane with need that she more than satisfied all of us, over and over.
“We don’t know if humans react the same way,” I caution Ronan, although I have to turn away, so my arousal isn’t evident.
Ronan picks up the bolt, his smile restored. “She will, once she experiences all of us.”
It’s not a bad plan. Satisfy the little human, pierce her, maybe even put a young in her womb by the week’s end. By the time Zander makes his announcement, she’ll be so thoroughly ours there can be no denying us our claim.
“It is too bad that the human males will not get to enjoy their own females.” Ronan looks across the dome at a pair of humans laboring in the dry heat. They appear to be struggling.
I have personally never given them much thought. I shrug. “We need to concern ourselves with the survival of Zandia. Human DNA will live on here as well, so they may enjoy knowing that.”