Night of the Zandians (Zandian Brides 1)

But she shakes her head. “No. I’m not.” Her voice, almost mournful, makes me wonder what’s going on

in her head.

“Not yet,” Jax corrects, leaning in to kiss her neck. “But soon.”

Ronan is giddy. “Zandian planet, population X plus one!” he shouts, and Riya smiles at him, her eyes regaining their sparkle.

I take a deep breath. It’s all coming together, just as we dreamed it all those years ago. Our own planet… homesteads… and now, the promise of a growing population. All the pieces falling into place like some plan by the fates.

The urge to take my mate overwhelms me and I tug Riya into my embrace. “Soon we will see your belly swelling with a child,” I growl into her ear. “Mine.” I don’t know if it will be mine or one of my cousins, and at this moment, I care little, as long as it happens.

“Nothing would make me happier.” Her voice sounds faint. She reaches up and traces the scar on my cheek. When she first did this lunar cycles ago, I flinched away, but now I lean into her soft touch, knowing she does it from affection. She enjoys every part of my body, she tells me, and her fingers don’t lie. “You are so strong. Noble. Someday you will father a dozen children.” Her eyes fill with tears.

“It makes me emotional, too,” I admit, reaching back to cup her tight ass. I’ve learned that not all tears mean anguish—sometimes humans cry when they feel strong emotions, like happiness. I’m proud that I figured it out this time. “But my cousin is right. We should spend some time ensuring it.” I grin and smack her where I grabbed her flesh, and she squeaks, that little surprised sound I vecking love.

“I heard that humans become more fertile, the wetter they are when they veck,” Jax announces, stripping his garments. “Riya, that means I’m going to have to spank you nice and hard right now, because we all know that gets you so indecently soaked.”

“No...” she moans, but her eyelashes flutter on her cheeks, and I see the telltale flush of arousal on her cheeks. Our little human likes our punishments.

“I think she might need a dose of the strap,” Ronan suggests. “She vecks so much better when we strap her.”

“The strap hurts,” Riya complains, but I see her nipples pebble under her thin garment and know she likes it far more than she admits.

I growl and rip the fabric in two and bury her cry of surprise with my mouth. She returns my kiss, tentative, then eager, her hands reaching up to play my horns.

I slap her ass hard. “Not yet,” I order her, taking her hands down. “I’ll tell you when. Keep them down.” I lick her nipples and nip them until she whimpers, her breath coming faster, but she obediently keeps her hands at her sides, even though she squirms under my ministrations.

“She’s so obedient,” Jax says, his voice hoarse with need. “I love how well we’ve trained her.”

“That’s right.” I slap her ass again, making her moan. She presses her pelvis to mine but doesn’t move her hands out of place. “She’s our little sex slave, aren’t you, Riya?”

When we first got her, a comment like this would have been insane, especially with her background. Now, though, these words make her arousal grow, because I can smell it in the air.

“Yes, please, I’m yours,” she whispers. “Can I touch you?”

“No.” I sit down on the hoverdisk and tug her over my lap. “Not until I give permission. And I think tonight all three of us are going to orgasm at least once before you get even one. If you come before you’re allowed, I’ll use the whip on you.”

She stiffens—the whip is the most serious of the implements we have, and she knows it’s only for serious infractions. In fact, I’ve never used it on her in play. But I want to make sure she understands what she needs to do.

“Yes, Master,” she whispers.

“Spread your thighs,” I order. “Show us your arousal. I’m going to spank you until you’re twice as wet, then I’m going to veck you hard. You don’t get to come, though, until you suck off Jax and let Ronan come in your ass. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She shifts her thighs, and I see new moisture gather in her soft folds. She likes to be teased, even if she hates it at the same time, and her orgasms after a session of denial are so ferocious that she nearly passes out from pleasure. I plan to take her there tonight.

I start out hard with firm spanks, not really warming her up. When I do this, it hurts more, but also arouses her fiercely, and she’ll take it as long as I hold down her bucking hips and wiggling thighs. I spank until her ass is pink and she’s begging me to stop, then I shift and hold her so she’s sitting on my lap, her back against my chest.

“Ow, ow, Tarren, ouch,” she says, pushing her head into my shoulder. “It hurts, are you done? Please veck me now!”

“See if she’s wet enough,” I order Jax, who’s already there.

“Can you lean back, lift up her legs, and spread them?” Jax asks.

“I can, cousin.” I smile and lean back against the head of the hoverdisk, and tilt Riya’s body by grabbing under her thighs and lifting up. “Legs up, human,” I order, “nice and high, and spread wide. Do what Jax wants.”

She whimpers but obeys, assisting me, displaying herself as ordered.

“Reach down and spread your pussy lips for Jax,” I order. “And if you’re not wet enough, you’re getting the strap to help.”