Mastered by the Zandians (Zandian Brides 3)

“Necessity.” She does a turn so tight that I swear she’s a magician. “When you have no weapons, you learn to evade.”

Watching her do this is incredible. She’s like a new being, one I’ve never seen before. The confidence and grace with which she moves—it’s like she’s something out of a dream. Her eyes flash with light, and I know it’s joy, because just in case we didn’t fully grasp her mood, she shouts, “I’m so happy!”

Mirelle

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Finally—finally—it’s like the two Mirelles came together. I’m with my mates and also flying my craft. All this time, I’ve suspected they understood me, but they’ve refused to take off my cuffs, refused to discuss my return to my old life. Sometimes I’ve feared I’m making it up. That I only choose to believe they understand me to make this life easier.

But no. They care. They know me. They see.

The fact that they repaired my craft means everything to me. Gratitude swims through me in waves, affection for my mates is so heightened, I’m one touch from an orgasm. I dance back into our domicile, turning backward to enter with my hands on Lanz’ tunic, dragging him through the doorway.

My mates laugh, knowing I’m about to show my gratitude in all the ways they’ve taught me.

And more.

I drop to my knees in the middle of our living area and bite Lanz’ erection through his flight pants. He growls and fists my hair, creating pinpricks of pain across my scalp. As always, the pain only heightens my excitement. My mates have taught me this well. It’s hard to believe it’s something all human females like, but it suits me perfectly.

My body is my fighting instrument. I enjoy challenging it in bed as much as in a battle.

I work Lanz’ cock free from his pants as Domm strides around behind me. He works his sword belt off and flicks it over my ass a few times as I lick around the crown of Lanz’ large purple member. A rainbow-hued bead of pre-cum leaks out, sweet as lemonberries.

Lanz tugs my mouth down his length at the same time Domm drops to his knees behind me and tears off my panties.

I moan around Lanz’ length and he tightens his hold on my hair, shoving in and out in short thrusts, using me like a veck-toy.

My pussy contracts, excitement at his satisfaction making moisture drip between my thighs.

Domm rubs a thick digit over my folds, igniting the sparks of desire into a bonfire. I arch my back to offer my pussy to him. He grips my hips and lines the head of his thick member up with my entrance. I moan my encouragement again, which must enhance Lanz’ pleasure, because he shoves his cock down my throat.

I gag, eyes watering, but he draws back and strokes my cheek lovingly, letting me bob my lips over his head a few times before plunging deep again.

Domm slaps my ass twice before he eases into me, stretching me wide with his thick, member. I grip Lanz’ hips for stability as Domm thrusts into me, deep.

Pleasure swirls through me—physical, and emotional. I’m filled by both males, giving and receiving, trusting them to care for me, even as they dominate my body.

Domm picks up his pace, and I can’t focus on a rhythm for Lanz, so he holds my ears and thrusts into my mouth. I hollow out my cheeks, suck hard as Domm pounds me from behind.

“I’m going to come,” Lanz warns.

I dig my nails into his ass and suck harder until he releases down my throat, streams of his hot, iridescent cum.

The moment Lanz pulls out, I drop to my hands and spread my knees wide.

“That’s it, little warrior,” Domm encourages. “Take me deep.”

I moan, need tightly coiled, ready to burst.

Lanz crouches and plays with my nipples, squeezing and pinching them until I scream for release.

“Come, Mirelle,” Domm shouts as he slams into me once, two times, three. He comes. I come.

My screams rise up over his roar and we both shudder and squeeze with our release.

And then I’m up, carried to the hoverdisk by both males, laid out and stroked, petted, praised until my eyes close and I slip into dreams of flying.

Chapter 15