Zandian Lights (Zandian Brides 4)

I let the orgasm grow as he licks me, no rush, no pressure to perform, and when it peaks, I scream out my pleasure into the glowing air. The light refracts all around me, flashing into my eyes and his, and I look at him the entire time, because he’s so beautiful to me.

And I come, and come, with his name on my lips and his face forever etched into my brain, with his heart and mine beating the same fierce rhythm.

I’ve never been this close to another being, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted in my life, before I even knew this kind of bond existed.

I know this will change everything.

Mykl

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This changes nothing.

I loved the feel of her coming under my tongue.. Giving me her body.

The problem is that she’s giving me more than that—she wants to give me her soul. That essence of which humans speak, something we don’t have an exact translation for in the Zandian language. I suppose “heart” comes closest. But I can’t take Kianna’s heart. I can’t take any of her.

She’s still panting, an expression of pure bliss on her face, when I pull back and lie beside her, stiffly. I’d love nothing more than to have her put her mouth on me like she offered, and then come into her sweet pussy.

But I made a promise long ago to only mate with another Zandian or not at all. And as my father told me, it’s only by keeping our bloodline pure that we ensure that our warrior genes stay strong, so we can secure our future. And we Zandians keep our promises. It’s part of what sets us apart. It’s part of our code.

Even though this is on my mind, I automatically wrap my arms around her and tug her small body to mine, noting how well we fit. Two pieces of a puzzle. And it’s the most extraordinary thing, because just lying here with her—even though my cock is still rock solid with need, is somehow relaxing.

She stirs. “Let me.” Her voice is honey. “I want to make you feel good, too.”

Her small hands undo my trousers, and even though I meant to tell her no, I adjust my hips so she can tug the cloth down my legs.

“I think I’ll go like this,” she announces, and straddles me in reverse, so that glorious ass and pussy are right in my face.

“Kianna—” is all I manage, because veck, she bends down and takes me into her mouth and the whole planet tilts on its axis.

“Holy Zandian star.” I lie back and allow her to work my cock.

She’s never done this before; I can tell. She’s sloppy and tentative with her tongue, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Knowing she wants to do this, almost begged to do it—it sets me on fire.

“Suck a little tighter,” I advise her. “Pull harder on the tip.”

“Like this?” She comes up for air, then reapplies herself.

“Oh, stars, yes. Just like that.” My voice is taut with growing need.

This little human doesn’t need much instruction at all. With every second that passes, she gains confidence and skill, and suddenly I’m lost under her body, her hot tight mouth, her small working hands.

“Kianna, I’m going to…”

She doesn’t stop, only sucks harder and grabs my thighs with both hands, digging in. It doesn’t hurt; small human fingers wouldn’t, but it stokes my passion.

I grab her hips and sm

ack her ass, once, again, wanting to lick her pussy, finger her, touch her, do everything imaginable to her—

And it explodes. My orgasm is immense, the best I’ve had in many solar cycles. In the moment of bliss, I’m completely vulnerable to her power, and I don’t vecking care. I come and roar her name and then growl, tugging her down beside me, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me.

She’s supremely self-pleased. I can tell by the way she wiggles and hums beside me, her little body pressed up against me. “Did you like that?”

“You know I did.” I stroke her hair.

We’re silent, then she speaks. “Why do you hate humans so much?”