Night of the Zandians (Zandian Brides 1)

It’s all the encouragement I need. As three pairs of eyes, all burning with lust and appreciation watch me, I impale myself on Tarren’s cock, taking him as deep as I can.

His fingers tighten on my ass with a bruising force, but I love it—I love every moment of seeing these males come undone because of what I do to them. What we’re doing is so different from my past that I stop drawing comparisons. This is passion. It’s communion. It’s an exchange between willing players.

I drop my head back and moan, letting Tarren move my hips. He goes slowly at first, like I’m made of glass and might break, but each time he pulls me over his cock, it gets easier to take him. I stretch and let him fill me. He can’t get his full length in, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His lips draw back to bare his clenched teeth and his arms shake with the effort of holding back.

“Veck, Riya. Veck, veck,” he growls. “I’m not going to last more than a minute in your perfect little pussy.”

That does it for me. My pussy clenches and I catapult over the edge into a release even more satisfying than the last two. My internal walls squeeze and spasm around Tarren’s hard length and he roars, yanking me over his cock, ramming so deep it hurts. His hot essence fills me as I fall against his chest, panting for breath, digging my fingernails into his shoulders.

The rest is a blur. Tarren’s holding me tight. I’m lifted and rearranged horizontally, my body snuggled up against his. Another body tucks in behind me. I’m drifting on bliss, comfortable and safe between my warriors.

Just before I fall asleep, it occurs to me that Jax hasn’t had his turn. “Jax?” I murmur, opening my heavy lids.

“I’m here, lovely.”

Jax. is the one I most have to watch out for. The one who reads me so well. He’s not either of the males I’m sandwiched between, which worries me. I attempt to sit up.

“Is it your turn?” I mumble sleepily.

He chuckles and leans over me, kissing my temple. “Later, sweet girl. Rest up for me.”

My eyelids flutter, but I can’t keep them open. I slide into the most blissful sleep of my life.

3

Jax

I bring food to our chamber for Riya when she wakes, but our sweet female has hardly moved since the planet rotation before. She’s tucked up against Tarren’s chest, Ronan spooning her from behind. My cousins are awake but seem loathe to move from the hoverdisk—or hoverdisks, plural, since we shoved the three beds together to make one large pallet.

Riya is vecking beautiful in sleep, her cheeks flushed, full lips soft. There’s a line between her brows that even slumber hasn’t erased, though, and it makes me even more determined to learn her fears and erase them one by one.

“Prince Zander—I mean, King Zander, has called another gathering this afternoon,” I tell my cousins.

Tarren scowls at me because my voice makes Riya stir.

Ronan catches the tension in my voice, though, and sits up. “What about?”

“About the rehabitation plan. And repopulation. About Zandian brides.” Was it only the planet rotation before when he’d announced they were working on something? Somehow, I thought things would move more slowly. Teams are still out sweeping the planet for any remaining Finn.

But, of course, there’s no time to waste. He wants us out there rebuilding for precisely that reason—to occupy the entirety of the planet and ensure the domination of our species, meager in numbers though we are.

“Why are you worried?” Riya asks.

She sits up and both Tarren and Ronan pull her back down, stroking her skin, soothing her. But her eyes are trained on me.

I shrug. “There’s some talk about gene tests to determine partnerships. Dr. Daneth has some gene matching program. But we’re all right, because we’re already mated.” I say it, but until Zander approves our match and gives us a homestead, I’m going to stay alert.

My cousins seem to understand my subtext, which is unfortunate, because the crease between Riya’s brows gets deeper. She tries to sit up again and this time my cousins let her.

“I brought you some food, lovely. Humans must eat several times a planet rotation, isn’t that right?”

Her shy smile cracks my chest open wide. “Yes.”

I bring the tray of food over, but she’s already climbing over Tarren, who flashes me a pained look when she brushes his rapidly growing erection.

“I’m just going to run to the washroom,” she says.

We all watch the motion of her bare ass as she walks, and Ronan grabs his cock and groans.