Night of the Zandians (Zandian Brides 1)

Tarren strokes my ass now, soothing the wicked burn he put there, and as he does it, Jax massages my forearms, and Ronan starts playing his fingers up my inner thighs. I arch back, spreading my thighs wider, dying for him to finally touch me where it aches.

He finally does, brushing ever-so-lightly over my dewy petals.

I buck, trying to bring my hips closer to his fingers. I fight to get my hands back from Jax, but he only laughs and grips my hair, lifting my head for a kiss.

It’s an awkward, misaligned, hot kiss. I whimper into his mouth at the same time Ronan finally gives me the full weight of his fingers. He strokes firmly along my weeping slit and groans.

“She’s so wet and…” He drags his fingers to the side and nudges my thigh wider, pulling my buttcheek out of the way. “Feel this.” His voice is laced with awe. “Feel how plump and ripe she got.” He strokes again, and the coil of desire ratchets tighter.

I hear a growl and a second hand plunders between my legs. Must be Tarren. He groans. “I need to see it,” he mutters, not stopping the long strokes. “I need to see it now.”

It’s Ronan who directs the group this time. “Lie her back again, as before, on Jax.” He helps me off their laps and points to the hoverdisk, where Jax has already arranged himself against the headboard

I find myself once again nestled in Jax’s arms, sitting between his thighs. My ass tingles with heat and residual sting but soon I forget about that as Tarren comes forward and spreads my legs, placing them on top of Jax’s, so that I’m open wide, my sex on display. I don’t resist for a second, because I’m dying for him—for them. In fact, I open my thighs as wide as I can in this position and moan as Jax reaches around my body and begins to tease my nipples with his fingers.

I’m not sure how Tarren is going to mount me, but my breath catches in my throat as he slides his body down the hoverdisk until his face is just above my hips. “Are you ready?” His voice is hoarse with need. It’s then that I realize he plans to put his mouth onto me, as Ronan did in the corridor, and I want it so badly I could cry.

“I’m...” I say, and then all that comes out is a sort of whimper as his hot tongue touches my clit. The feeling is so good, just so incredible—never in my self-explorations have my own fingers drawn this kind of sensation from my body.

I close my eyes and push back into Jax’s chest, trying to use him as leverage to push my hips up to Tarren’s mouth. “Oh!” He flicks my clit with his tongue and the feeling floods me at once. “Tarren.” I reach forward to tug at his horns. They harden and lengthen in my hands and Tarren lets out a roar.

Jax squeezes my nipples hard enough to make me squeak. “No,” Jax tells me. “If you do that, Tarren’s going to lose control and veck you until you scream, and Ronan and I still want to enjoy you.”

As if to affirm Jax’s words, Tarren licks and sucks me like his life depends on it, making me squeal and squirm.

“I’ll hold her hands.” Ronan comes to my side. “Riya, put your hands behind Jax’s head again.”

I do it, barely able to understand words at this point, because Tarren holds my thighs, one in each strong hand, and begins licking along my cleft, all the way from my buttocks to my clit, over and over. I try to wiggle—first it’s too much, then I need more, but he holds me down, making me take every flick and swipe, exactly where he wants it.

Jax plays my nipples harder, rolling the new studs until it hurts, then touches them softly, grazing his nails over the tips until I writhe against him.

Ronan bends over, squeezing my hands, and bites my neck in a spot that drives me wild. And now, with the triple sensation, hands and mouths touching me, licking, flickering, I can’t hold it back anymore, and the most phenomenal orgasm starts to build in my core.

“I’m going to…” I shudder.

“No.” Tarren looks up at me, his eyes flashing, his lips slick with my juices. “Not until you receive permission.”

Confusion clouds my brain. Didn’t they promise me pleasure? Why would they hold it back? “But please!” My whole body is keening for release.

“Just a little longer. Show us how you want to please your mates.” Ronan reaches between my legs with one finger, swirling it around in my moisture as Tarren continues to lick.

Surprisingly, I do want to please them. “Yes, please,” I beg.

Ronan chuckles. “Tarren, she’s not going to last much longer no matter how hard she tries.”

I can’t hold it back any longer, and Tarren must realize it. “Riya, you may come.” I do. With a strangled cry, I allow the pleasure to burst over me like a thousand bolts of lightning, seeing only white flashes behind my eyelids. I contort and moan and come, gloriously, into his lips. It seems to last forever, and finally, once the peak is over, I flop back into Jax’s arms, trembling with the aftershocks, unable to move.

Tarren growls and pulls himself up to lie beside me, still in Jax’s arms. He splays his hand protectively over my belly, rubbing my mound softly as I come back to myself.

Jax’s hands have stilled on my breasts, and now he strokes me gently, on my arms and chest. Tarren’s mouth is gentle on my neck, and I sigh in utter pleasure, totally comfortable, feeling safe and protected—and sated—in a way I’ve never experienced in my entire life.

If this is what it means to be mated to three Zandians? I don’t mind it. I might even love it. I shift, feeling the slight tingle in my ass from the punishment, and instead of distress, the only urge I feel is one of arousal.

After a few minutes, Jax nips my neck. “Enough rest. Your mates won’t last much longer looking at that beautiful body without claiming you. And believe me, you want us controlled when we take you for the first time.”

I suck in a breath. Are they all going to take me at once?

Jax chuckles, possibly reading the alarm on my face. “Would you like to give Ronan or Tarren pleasure the way they gave it to you?”