Night of the Zandians (Zandian Brides 1)

“I’m so wet,” she moans, and reaches down. Veck, but I want to be the one tasting her honey right now. My turn will come, though, so I force her legs higher up to give Jax the treat he desires.

He bends down and buries his head between her thighs, licking at her flesh until she cries out and I feel her tremble in my arms. “Jax, Tarren, I’m going to come, please,” she begs.

“You know the rule,” I growl into her ear. “Are you asking for the whip?”

“No, I don’t want the whip, but I don’t think I can hold it,” she pleads, her thighs pushing against my grip.

“Too bad,” I say, without sympathy. “It’s part of your training. You have three masters to please, Riya. You need to learn to handle as much as we choose to give you. Orgasms are a reward, today. You earn them by giving us pleasure.”

“I want her lying on the edge of the hoverdisk,” Jax announces. “Riya, let your head drop down a little at the edge of the hoverdisk, and open your mouth as wide as you can. I’m going to veck your throat. If you please me, I’ll ask Ronan to lick your cunt as a reward. If you don’t satisfy me, he’ll spank your pussy instead.”

Riya gasps, and I move her to the desired spot. She looks a little scared, but when she spreads her legs she’s so wet now that it’s dripping down her inner thighs, and her nipples are bullets.

She opens her mouth and shuts her eyes.

Jax

I’m so hard it hurts, and the sight of Riya naked and spread, mouth open to please me, is beyond compare. The height is perfect, and I grasp her head in both palms. “Open your eyes,” I tell her, and she does, looking at me upside down. “You won’t be able to talk with my cock in your mouth,” I tell her, “and I’m going to veck you for a long time. Squeeze Tarren’s hand if you need air, and he’ll alert me.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispers, giving her hand to Tarren, who lies beside her, already tonguing her nipples.

“And keep those thighs wide,” I remind her, “so Ronon can punish your pussy if it’s necessary. Now open.” I slap her cheek, not hard, a possessive tap that makes her gasp, but she opens her mouth.

I sink in, inch by inch, the hot velvet of her tongue like paradise. Her throat is narrow, and the grip of it on my cock, so tight, makes me dizzy with pleasure. I grab her head and hold it, moving her as I veck, in and out, getting into a rhythm. I feel her stiffen, and pull out, and she coughs and gasps for breath. The she looks up at me, and obediently leans her head back and opens her mouth.

I pump her again, this time going deeper, and it’s mere seconds before I feel the tingling in my balls. “I’m going to come in your mouth,” I roar. “Swallow all of it, Riya. Don’t miss a vecking drop.”

She can’t speak but I can see from Ronan’s expr

ession that she’s wetter than ever, because he starts to lick her clit. Her hips shoot up and he grasps them just as I come hard into her throat, pulsing again and again, one of the best orgasms of my life. Having Riya held down and pleasured while I veck her mouth is the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen, and I roar her name over and over, the feeling overwhelming me.

When I pull out, leaving a trail of rainbow semen on her lips, she gasps for air and tries to push her body into Ronan’s mouth. “Oh, please, veck, please,” she wails, twisting in his hands.

“No,” he says. “And if you ask again, I’ll have to punish your pussy.”

“Do it anyway,” Tarren says. “I want to hear how wet it is when you smack it.”

“Great idea, cousin,” Ronan agrees.

I stagger to the hoverdisk and lay down next to Riya, exhausted, my body still pulsing with pleasure. Tarren’s still on the other side, playing with one of her nipples.

“Riya, that was amazing,” I mumble, reaching out to squeeze her other nipple.

Ronan

Knees up,” I order Riya, and she obeys, placing the soles of her feet on the hoverdisk and adjusting her legs. She knows how I like it by now and gets into the positions I prefer when I order her to do it. My cock swells at the sight of her swollen pussy, but it’s her dark little asshole that I plan to take tonight. Her ass, always tight, makes me come so hard, and I love the way she struggles against the pain, before it turns to pleasure for her.

“This is for Tarren,” I say, and slap her right across the pussy with the flat of my palm.

She yelps, and her knees slam shut, but the look in her eyes lets me know how much she likes this.

“Legs open,” I remind her. “Or maybe we’ll make you wait until tomorrow for an orgasm.”

“You wouldn’t,” she gasps, her pupils dilating further.

I raise my eyebrows. “I’ve heard from other Zandians that orgasm denial is a wonderful way to ensure obedience in their humans,” I say. “I think someday we need to see if that’s true for you.”

“But not tonight,” she says, her whole body taut.