Mastered by the Zandians (Zandian Brides 3)

Mirelle

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My orgasm is stunning in its pleasure and depth and I scream as I come. It goes on so long that I nearly pass out, and I don’t care, because it feels so good.

My two mates come as well, filling me with their hot cum, and when we all collapse together in a heap, I barely know where my body ends and theirs begin.

We relax for a long time, breathing, my mates on either side of me. At some point one of them must have removed the clamps, and after some minutes, Domm rubs lotion on my ass and breasts.

“Dr. Daneth says this will take away some of the sting,” he says, his fingers sure and quick on my body.

I’m too relaxed to talk, but manage to tell him, “Doesn't hurt. Don’t need it.”

He laughs. “Just to prevent any bruises tomorrow. We’ve got a big planet rotation.”

“Mmm.” I lie back down, feeling the lotion soothe and cool my skin. It does feel good, even though I wasn't lying: I’m so full of endorphins right now that my entire body is full of pleasure and joy.

“We should give her the thing.”

It’s some time later and I rouse myself when I hear Domm’s voice.

“Good idea.” Lanz gets up and the bed indents.

I rise up on one elbow and blink. “What thing? Is it a gift?”

“Well, you got us a warship.” Domm chuckles and runs his hand over my shoulder. “Least we could do is get you something in return.”

“I don’t need anything.” But I sit up eagerly. “Is it a new craft?”

Lanz laughs. “Hold on there. How about you learn to fly ours, first. This is more personal.”

He sits back down beside me. Hands me a little wooden box.

I look from one to the other.

“Open it.” Domm gestures.

Lanz leans in, his face eager. “Tell us what you think.”

I flip the lid. Then I catch my breath. Put my hand to my mouth.

“It’s a flame.”

“Three flames.” Domm touches the necklace. “Intertwined, see?”

Tears come to my eyes. “How did you do this?”

“You never took the other one off.” Domm lifts the shining bangle from the box. “Until you lost it.”

“My sister gave it to me. It was a symbol for keeping the flame alive—the human resistance movement.”

Lanz strokes my hair. “We knew it meant something to you, so we made you a new one. For your new life.”

“Three flames.” I run my finger over the finely filamented charm. “For the three of us?”

Lanz runs his hand over my leg. “Together forever.”

I lift the necklace and faster it around my neck. “I love it.”