Night of the Zandians (Zandian Brides 1)

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Ronan.” Tarren orders and gives his cock a rough squeeze over his pants. “He can have her mouth. I need all of that sweet, wet pussy.”

Said anatomy contracts at Tarren’s possessive growl. I sit up, but I have to admit I’m daunted. I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’ve never been with a male willingly before. Never wanted to give pleasure until now. “I…”

As if Jax guesses at the cause of my reluctance, he says, “We’ll help you, Riya. All you have to do is obey.” He lifts me easily from the hoverdisk.

Ronan

I don’t know how I got so damn lucky to be the first one to taste her and now the first one to spend, but I’m not going to argue. Tarren wants her pussy. I think her mouth is vecking perfection.

I strip quickly out of my uniform.

“On your knees.” Jax guides her gently down. I’m thankful for the rug on the floor which is soft and plush, with enough cushioning to make kneeling comfortable for her. “Put your hands behind your back until you’re told otherwise.”

All three of us make a sound of approval when she assumes the position. Putting her hands behind her back lifts and spreads her breasts. Her pierced nipples stand out in stiff points and they’re even more beautiful with the precious gems that now adorn them. Our crystals. Forever marking her as ours.

“Spread those knees a little, let us see that pink center that’s driving us all wild,” Jax tells her.

She obeys. Her eyes are glassy with desire, lips swollen from our kisses. I was going to tell Jax to shut his vecking mouth, but she seems relieved to have the instruction. I suppose even a tough little female like her might be nervous when she doesn’t know what to do. No chance of doing something wrong or failing. But she still seems nervous, and I’m gutted when she darts a look of supplication at Jax.

He offers an encouraging smile. “Ronan will direct you if he wants. But except for using your teeth, you can’t do it wrong.”

My heart pounds against my chest at the realization that she’s nervous about pleasing me. The scent of her natural lubrication grows stronger, and she even makes a little noise of desire. I settle in front of her, thighs spread, my cock harder than a vecking stone. She stares at the tip where a drop of pre-cum beads it.

Her eyes widen. “It’s rainbow colored.”

I grin. “What color did you think it would be? Purple, like our blood?”

She flushes. “I just didn’t know.”

She appears fascinated. “May I…” she reaches out a hand, then hesitates, probably remembering Jax’s order.

“Veck, yes. Touch me, Riya,” I growl. My body is tight with need, my muscles clenched and my member hard and throbbing.

She wraps her small hand around my cock. Her fingers don’t even come close to closing around my width.

I can see she looks daunted, so I take my cue from Jax and give her instructions. “Grip tightly,” I order, shuddering when she does. “Rub up and down while gripping, from the head to the base. Like that. Yes.” I’m quickly going to lose the ability to speak at all because I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I groan, and my eyes flicker shut.

I fight to catch my breath. “Now lean forward and put your mouth onto the tip, Riya. Lick with your tongue over the top and sides while you keep rubbing up and down.” I’m telling her the way I’ve imagined it my whole life, which doesn’t mean I’ve ever had it this good.

We’ve paid for females in intergalactic brothels before, but this is totally different. She’s our mate. I’m training her to serve me. I’m going to learn what makes her scream.

When she touches the tip of her tongue to my cock, I groan again, louder than before. She doesn’t seem to mind my taste, because she licks again and again over the tip, encouraging my body to leak more fluid. I’m surprised with how quickly she gets comfortable, lifting her beautiful golden gaze to my face to watch for my reaction as her clever tongue makes my balls draw up tight, and my cock strain for release.

She starts twisting a little when she squeezes and allows saliva to coat her fingers to make her palm slick, and I nearly combust. Within moments, I’m ready to come, my thighs tight and shaking and my breathing fast.

“Oh stars, take me deep,” I beg, my voice taut. “All the way into your throat.”

I press my throbbing member to the back of her throat. At first, she gags a little and has to pull back, but I stroke her hair, encouraging.

Then I can’t stand it anymore. I grip the back of her head and urge her over my cock. I set a rhythm, pushing her down, allowing her up. Her eyes tear up when I hit the back of her throat, and I curse but still I can’t stop. Instead I stroke my thumb over her cheek to thank her, to soothe her, even while I still control the movement of her head, faster and farther. “Veck, Riya, I’m going to come in your mouth.” My voice is ragged. “Can you swallow it, sweet girl?”

She murmurs in agreement before I push into her throat roughly, and my cock swells even more.

“Riya,” I shout as I come.

She swallows, again and again, eyes wide with alarm. I finally get command of myself and pull back to let her suck in air.