“No,” I whimper, but I widen my stance, rock my pelvis to meet Ronan’s mouth. He groans and pulls my panties to the side.
The first lick of his tongue has me crying out. “Oh veck,” he groans when he pulls away. “She tastes like glory.”
Jax smothers a laugh but I don’t hear the friendly ribbing he gives his cousin because Ronan returns to using his tongue between my legs, tracing it around my inner lips, flicking it over my clit.
One of them—probably Jax, reaches around and palms my ass, kneading one cheek as Ronan treats me to more flicks and licks that have me alternately rising to my toes and grinding over his mouth.
My legs tremble, honey leaks from my pussy. I’ve pleasured myself before, and I’ve been taken forcefully, but nothing in my life has prepared me for these sensations, this exquisite torture.
“Don’t let her come.” That firm directive comes from Jax and I stiffen, my tumble into release slowed. “Not until she agrees she’s ours.”
Ronan removes his tongue. Only his warm breath touches my throbbing clit.
“Ronan,” I whine.
The hand on my ass tightens, like a warning. I remember again Tarren’s threat to spank me the previous planet rotation. Do these males truly treat their women that way? With physical discipline?
Sweet Mother Earth, the idea shouldn’t excite me so much.
“Who do you belong to, lovely?” Jax’s voice has the cool patience of a teacher imparting a lesson.
Some stubborn part of me wants to say, no male. But I fear it’s not true. If I refuse these males, Zander might assign me to others. What’s more, I’ve already given in. They know it. I know it. I wouldn’t be standing in the corridor with my tunic around my waist
if I hadn’t already agreed.
And dammit, I want to know what it’s like to orgasm with a male’s mouth on me. I never knew such a thing was done.
I sag against Tarren’s hands holding mine to my eyes. “You. I belong to you three. Tarren, Ronan, and Jax.”
All three of them rumble at once. There are muttered curses and hands tightening.
Ronan falls on my pussy like it’s the one thing keeping him alive at the same time Jax curses and says, “You make it good. Reward our little mate every way you know how.” He’s squeezing my ass in one hand and pushes the other up my tunic to cup my breasts.
Tarren pulls my hands away from my face and claims my mouth. The thread of his stitches tickles my face as his lips slant over mine, possessive and hot.
He swallows my scream when Ronan sucks the little bud of my clitoris into his mouth. “Make her come,” Tarren growls. “Teach her what to expect from us.”
The words make me dizzy. Does he mean I can expect orgasms? Pleasure? Or just that my body will be used at their discretion all planet rotation long?
I’m not sure I care which meaning it was because Ronan wedges a thick finger into my opening and strokes my inner wall at the same time he sucks my most sensitive place.
I scream, throwing one leg over his shoulder, pressing my dripping pussy to his mouth as he tongues me over and over again until I reach the brink.
“RonanTarrenJax,” I babble, my mind lost as I catapult into spasms of pleasure unwinding.
I sag into a chest—Tarren’s—and I’m held up by more than one pair of strong arms. Ronan eases his fingers out.
Tarren swings me up off my feet again, this time to straddle his hip, the way a mother carries a child. “Let’s get her to our chamber,” he says. “I want to know what glory tastes like, too.”
Tarren
I carry Riya to our chamber and set her on her feet. The wariness returns to her face and her breath is quick, but her nipples still steeple the front of her tunic. And the scent of her arousal still fills my nostrils, making it hard to concentrate.
“We should pierce her,” Jax murmurs, producing the small bag of crystals we’ve worked our entire lives to accumulate. The Zandian mating ritual involves piercing the bride with Zandian crystal to mark her as yours.
I nod, grateful for Jax’s better functioning brain. Jax fishes through the bag, producing some of the smaller gems and holding them to the light to examine.
“Ronan, go get the equipment and anything else we need for a human mate.”