Night of the Zandians (Zandian Brides 1)

I bite her neck and mutter, “And then you’ll pleasure me next. This time I’m not vecking waiting for last.” I can barely hold out as it is—just hearing the sound of my mate receiving pleasure is enough to make me explode. I take a breath. “Go please Ronan while Jax whips your ass for your disobedience.” I can’t for the vecking life of me remember what she did wrong, nor do I care. I just want to see her ass turn red, hear her cry out with those little

breathy murmurs and whimpers as we stripe her and make her wet and needy.

She’s still shaky from her orgasm, so I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the sleep disc. “How do you want her, cousin?”

Ronan

Riya’s taste is on my lips, the sweet honey of her orgasm driving me insane. Veck, how I love making her fly apart with my mouth and my fingers. But now I want to drive into her body and take her hard.

“I want to sink my cock into your sweet pussy,” I say, grasping my member and squeezing, a mix of pain and pleasure the sweetest anticipation. “Tarren, arrange her on her back, legs spread. Wide.”

She doesn’t need assistance—she opens her thighs and shoots me a smile. “Like this?” she reaches down to stroke her lips. “I’m still tingling. It’s so good.”

“You’re going to come again before I’m through with you,” I threaten, and she reaches out to stroke me as I kneel over her.

“I certainly hope so,” she murmurs, winding her fingers around me and rubbing the way I love.

“Jax can punish you later,” I add, because if I don’t get into her immediately, I won’t last. I reach down and slap her outer thigh, once and again, to make her squeal and moan—a few spanks I can do. “And I’m sure he’ll do a good job. Maybe you can think about that while I veck you, Riya. I’m letting you have your pleasure now, but you’ll pay later.”

Of course, the way we make her pay ends in pleasure for all, and at my words she arches her hips on the hoverdisk and gasps, her eyes going wide with lust and need. “Ronan.”

“Wrap your legs around me as I enter you,” I urge her, “and grab my horns. Veck me back, Riya. Fight me for the pleasure. Take it from me.”

I’m lost in sensation as I drive into her wet heat. She’s always so tight, her body fitting me to perfection, and there’s no better feeling in the universe than this.

Just as I asked, my mate wiggles and squirms against me, pushing her hips up into me, working as hard as I do, arching and pulling to meet my body every time I thrust. There’s something incredible about a mate who loves this like I do, who gets so vecking lost in her own pleasure that she uses me like a toy to tip off her cliff of passion.

The sensation of her fingers stroking and pulling my horns is delicious, and within seconds I feel my balls tighten and tingle with the inevitable urge to come, but I force myself to wait. “Riya. You don’t get to come until I tell you.”

“Oh, please!” she loves being told to wait, but right now she’s as on edge as I. Luckily for her, I won’t drag it out too long.

I slow my thrusts, tantalizing her with my cock, letting it brush her clit each time I pull out, until she squeezes her eyes shut and pants, making little moans—that means she’s about to come. The sight of that alone makes me explode. “Come again for me, Riya,” I demand, and she immediately cries out and arches into me with all of her strength, and I feel her pussy clench around my cock as I release into her, pure bliss suffusing my entire body.

Jax

Riya’s ready for me, now—after relaxing in Ronan’s arms, and refreshing herself in the shower, Tarren took her ass. Now she’s lying on the hoverdisk, naked. And she shows no signs of exhaustion. I’d never want to push her while she’s pregnant, but lately she’s insatiable. Who knew it would take three of us to satisfy one human female? Veck, I can’t imagine doing it alone.

Right now, though, alone is what I want—my turn alone with Riya. I lock eyes with her and smile, then look at the box. “What do you think I should use on you, Riya?”

She licks her lips, a flash of pink that drives my cock to get harder. “I…”

“I’m partial to the strap, as you know.” I bend down and pick it up. I slap it against my palm, and she starts at the crack. I toss it to the hoverdisk and pick up a new little crop, a thin whippy strip of leather that Dr. Daneth said has proven highly effective in field studies. I didn’t smile at all, even though I suspected that his field study was a monumental sex session with his mate, Bayla. I merely nodded and accepted the offering, telling him I’d try it out as soon as possible. Which is right now.

“And there’s this,” I add, swishing the little crop in the air. It makes a satisfying hiss, and I like the way her eyes widen. “It’s supposed to sting quite a bit,” I explain, testing it on my arm once, and again, to practice. “Oh, it does.” I raise my eyebrows.

I can’t wait to see you stripe her ass with that,” remarks Ronan, relaxed, on the side hoverdisk. He’s the picture of lazy rest, but his eyes are alert and bright. “Turn her pink for us, Jax, so we can veck her again later and enjoy the heat and marks on her skin.”

She moans at those words and I know she’s getting wetter. She loves what we do to her, which is a vecking blessing from the stars.

“Lean over the hoverdisk,” I order her. “Ass out, nice and high. Present yourself to me, Riya.”

She scrambles to obey, getting in the wide-legged stance I like without needing to be asked, and I smile at the way she rushes to please me. “Is this wide enough?” she asks, darting a look over her shoulder, but then she licks her lips deliberately and smiles.

I growl. “Don’t tease me, Riya, or I’ll have to whip you harder for it.”

Veck. I could spend just from that expression in her eye.

I stand at her side and run my hand down her back, the skin impossibly soft and pale, until I reach her ass. “So soft and pale,” I remark. “For now.”