Night of the Zandians (Zandian Brides 1)

I’m here with three handsome powerful males who expect to bed me again. Soon. Very soon, judging by the way they keep touching me, looking at me with those hungry eyes. Even Tarren, the gruffest of my mates, wants me… badly.

Ronan

Inside, female.” I don’t release Riya, but propel her toward the dome, keeping her delectable ass pressed against the front of my body.

I don’t know about my cousins, but I can’t wait any longer to claim our mate again. I’ve never felt so grateful for another being in my life.

Her upbeat attitude is about the only thing that saved mine from going straight to my boots when I saw our homestead site. But she’s right. With her knowledge of agriculture, we’ll be able to transform this place into something beautiful again.

I’m so damn grateful for her. She’s already so much more than I ever imagined we’d find in a mate. And I don’t mind sharing her at all. In fact, it makes it easier because I wouldn’t know how in the veck to keep a female satisfied. But I’m confident between the three of us, we’ll figure it out.

Riya allows me to maneuver her inside, the incredible scent of her arousal making my dick turn harder than Zandian crystal.

My cousins are right behind me. I think I hear Tarren growling in anticipation. I take her to our sleeping chamber and release her.

“Take off your clothing,” I order.

She casts a nervous look at the three of us looming before her but doesn’t move to comply.

“I think she prefers to have it done for her,” Jax says mildly, strolling easily forward. He grips her tunic and pulls it over her head.

Her breasts bounce free and this time I’m sure Tarren’s growling. It rumbles right in harmony with my groan.

Jax walks around behind Riya and cups her breasts. “She’ll learn soon enough to obey us.” He pinches both her nipples, gently tugging on the new studs decorating her nipples.

She gasps, but it’s not fear I read on her face, it’s a lust as equal—I hope—to ours. Her cheeks flush with color, her pupils are wide and black, darkening the gold of her eyes.

“Little mates who are slow to submit get punished,” Jax murmurs, his lips right at her ear. He bites the place where her neck meets shoulder.

She shivers, but I don’t think it’s from fear.

“Boots off. Quickly now or Ronan will get the strap from that box Dr. Daneth gave us.”

She jumps to comply, looking adorable as she hops on one foot and pulls off the boots that make her legs look so vecking sexy.

Jax hooks his thumbs in the waistband of her leggings and slides them, along with her panties, to the floor. She steps out of them, twisting her hands in front of her body. Jax catches her hands and places them behind her head. “Let my cousins look at you, beautiful. You’re the sweetest thing we’ve seen in our lives.”

I nod my agreement, giving my cock a rough squeeze through my pants as I advance. “Spread your legs, sweet girl,” I command. As soon as she does, I cup her mons, swallowing her gasp with my mouth. I suck her lower lip, sweep my tongue into her mouth. I want to devour our pretty mate.

Her pussy leaks honey onto my fingers, flesh growing plumper with each stroke. She’s so damn responsive—it nearly undoes me.

“This pussy,” I growl when I end the kiss. She stares up at me with surprise. “Must be the most perfect pussy on the entire planet.” I screw one finger into her and she almost falls forward, attempting to recover her hands from Jax. He keeps her captive though, caging her hands in one of his as he toys with her breasts with the other. Tarren watches from the hoverdisk. He’s removed his clothes and washed up, and he strokes his cock now.

“Where do you want my cock, Riya?” I ask her, adding a second finger and vecking her with them.

She gasps and squirms, eyes going glassy.

“Do you want it here? In your pussy?”

“Y-yes,” she gasps, and I kiss her again.

Jax releases her and I usher her over the hoverdisk, where I fold her torso down onto the mattress. Her ass is so pretty, just waiting to be turned pink again, so I slap it, hard.

She squeaks but doesn’t stray from her position. I slap her again and again until her skin turns a beautiful shade of pink. Then I release my cock and stroke the head over her slit.

My eyes roll back in my head when I enter her, and I groan. I ease in, giving her time to adjust to my size. My thighs shake from the effort of holding back, but I distract myself by running my palms up and down her sides, down the elegant slope of her back. When she arches and pushes back to take me deeper, I bark out a curse. Holding back is no longer an option. I grip her hips and pull back, then fill her with every inch of me.

She cries out, but it has a wanton quality to it, so I go on. Every time I plow deep, she makes little mewls of pleasure until all I can hear are her cries, my grunts, and the slap of flesh between us. Jax crawls over on the hoverdisk and lifts her head with her hair, mating their mouths. Tarren reaches his fingers under her hips, rubbing the place that makes her go wild.