Night of the Zandians (Zandian Brides 1)

As soon as the door slides shut, Tarren asks, “They wouldn’t take her from us, would they?”

I rub my jaw. “I don’t think so. We claimed her. She’s wearing our crystals. That’s as good as Zandian law.”

“King Zander writes Zandian law,” Tarren says drily. “He could change it to fit his repopulation plan.”

I shake my head. I haven’t even physically claimed her yet, but there’s no changing my mind. “She’s ours. We’ll have to make him see that. He’s a reasonable ruler.”

My cousins nod in agreement.

I hear the sound of the washtube starting in the washroom and the thought of Riya’s naked body under the spray has me moving before I even know my own intent.

My turn.

Veck yes. It’s my vecking turn. I’ve been more than patient to claim my female. I hit the button on the washtube to stop it, grinning when the door slides open revealing a dripping and surprised Riya. I strip quickly and crowd her back into the tube, then restart the water fill.

“Did you think you’d clean off my cousins’ cum before I’ve had a chance to spill in you?

“I was cleaning for you.” Her voice is husky even though her eyes are wide with shock, probably based on the force with which I’ve captured her against the washtube wall.

My raging hard-on throbs at her words. I knock her legs open with my knee, let her feel the state of my agony press up against her most sensitive parts. “Well, I can’t vecking wait, lovely. I’ve waited too long already and now you’re the being who will pay.”

Her breath sucks in, eyes dart in micro movements to focus on my face, which is looming over hers.

“You think I can vecking be gentle with you now, sweet Riya?”

I know I’m being an ass, but I can’t stop myself. I’m too far gone with lust, with need. If I don’t veck this female soon I will explode. I collect her wrists and pin them above her head, swallowing her gasp with my mouth. I kiss her like I want to devour her, lips, tongue, teeth all claiming and abusing her mouth.

Some rational part of me fights to the surface. Riya’s been abused too many times. I break the kiss, backing up to check on my little human. Her eyes are glazed with lust, lips swollen. She pants, staring at me dazedly.

I shove my hips up against hers, my cock blindly seeking her entrance. “You’re not afraid of me, are you, little female?”

She hesitates, but then shakes her head.

I have to go further. To really be sure. “You want this?”

This time, there’s no hesitation before she nods.

Thank veck.

I groan and fist my cock, rubbing the head over her juicy slit. Her flesh plumps, guiding me—no, practically sucking me in.

It’s been ages since I’ve had a female, and it’s not like we’ve had any experience beyond the rare intergalactic prostitute. I groan at the utter ecstasy of being inside her. I don’t know how my cousins stood it without pounding her to bits.

“Riya,” I rasp, my lips against hers, my torso smashing her against the washtube wall. Water fills up all around us, about to engulf our heads, and I don’t care, all I know is Riya. Sweet Riya. I cover her mouth with mine and thrust, lifting her off her feet with the force. Her legs come up to wrap around my waist and I palm her ass to drill into her. I hardly notice the water drain, the light spray of aromatic oil that coats our bodies. It makes her all the more slippery.

“I won’t last long. I need you”—I slam in deep and hard, sliding her up the shower wall—“too”—another brutal thrust—“much.” My voice doesn’t even sound like mine—it’s deep and raspy.

I lose my mind completely. I meant to care for her needs, to make sure she received pleasure, but I’m too far gone. I jackhammer into her like my life depends on it. My hands slip on her ass and one of my fingers slides in her crack.

Her muscles tighten, and I shout.

I’m coming like a battleship in warp speed, but our beautiful human is, too. I press on the little ring of her anus since that seemed to be what set her off and she squeezes even tighter, milking every last drop of cum from my cock.

“Beautiful girl,” I murmur against her neck when I’m able to breathe again. I tap her anus again and her muscles tighten again. “I’m glad you like my finge

r there, because that’s where I’m going to take you next time.” I prop my knee up to hold her pinned to the wall and stroke both cheeks of her ass. “Thinking about vecking this tight little ass of yours has been driving me wild.”

Her muscles squeeze again, even though her whimper sounds a touch afraid.