Night of the Zandians (Zandian Brides 1)

“Stars, yes,” I roar, as I finish coming.

She drags her hot little tongue up the length of me and pops off, a smug smile in place. I vecking love seeing her pleased with herself.

I moan and lie back onto the hoverdisk, panting, my whole body going limp with the release. “Vecking stars,” I exclaim. “I never knew it could be so good.”

Riya

Satisfaction soars through me, and a tenderness I never expected. Damn. I need to keep my emotions out of this. I can’t fall in love with these males because some planet rotation soon I may have to leave this—them.

But there’s no time for those thoughts, because Tarren lifts me to my feet. “My turn,” he growls, backing up and sitting on the edge of the hoverdisk.

Jax doesn’t protest, he only looks amused, which is a relief. I’m not sure what I would do if the males started fighting over me.

Somehow Tarren’s removed his clothing while I was sucking Ronan off and holy Earth. He’s a giant, ripped with muscles so defined I could use them as handholds to climb.

“I want you straddling my lap,” he growls. “Like the previous planet rotation in the medbay.”

Thrills of excitement wing through me. He’s remembered the scene with as much desire as I have. But when he grips the base of his shaft, I freeze just before I swing my leg over his rock-hard thighs.

Damn.

If I thought Ronan was big, Tarren is a beast. How am I ever going to fit him in?

“I brought lubricant,” Ronan offers, still sprawled on his back on the hoverdisk watching. He points to the box he came in with.

Jax gets up and rummages through it, holding up items that should give me worry. A leather paddle. A strap. A cane. Some huge phalluses. A bottle of lubricant with a pump. He tosses it to Tarren, who wastes no time in dispensing it and swathing it over his huge member.

My chest gets tight. Memories of being forced flash through my head.

Jax comes up to stand behind me, hands on my shoulders. “Easy, Riya. There’s nothing to be afraid of. He’s putting you on top. You know what that means, don’t you?”

I bite my lip trying to stuff down the irrational terror that has me shaking. I try to focus on Jax’s words, because I know they make sense. I nod. Tarren’s giving me the control. I’ll be on top.

Tarren opens his large arms and I stumble forward, falling into him. In a moment, I’m straddling his lap, just as he asked, but it feels more like an embrace. My face is tucked into his neck and I’m breathing in his scent.

His cock twitches and I realize I’m right up on him, my clit pressing down on the base of his impressive length, which juts up between us. “This is how badly I wanted you the previous planet rotation,” he says when he catches me looking between our bodies.” He palms my ass and pulls me tighter, which has the effect of dragging my clit over his hard flesh.

/> I gasp.

“Go ahead, little girl. Rub that juicy pussy all over my malehood. This is what you wanted to be doing back in that medbay, wasn’t it?”

I flush, but I know he’s right. My body exalts in the pleasure of grinding down, satisfying the growing need between my legs.

He kneads and squeezes my ass, helping me rock over him. “I couldn’t keep my hands off you, could I?”

I close my eyes and lose myself to the sensation, the pleasure blooming hotter and hotter in my core.

“You were so vecking magnificent out on that battlefield, trying to drag the bodies in all by yourself.”

I open my eyes and look at him. It’s the second time he’s talked about me. Really about me. He sees beyond the choosing of a breeder for Zandian babies.

Needing to give him something back—or maybe just to satisfy my own needs, I don’t know anymore—I reach down between us and tuck the head of his enormous cock into my entrance.

He’s big, but it feels so right. Like perfection. My natural lubricant mixes with the one he applied, and he slides in a little more when I rock forward.

We both groan.

Jax reaches around and palms my breasts, and I buck, taking another few inches. “Show us how you wanted to please yourself with Tarren last planet rotation,” he murmurs in my ear.