Night of the Zandians (Zandian Brides 1)
She shudders under my touch, and I rub between her thighs, soft touches designed to tantalize. “Do you want my cock, Riya? Tell me.”
“Yes, I want it, Jax, I do.” she gasps as I press my finger deeper into her core, finding the spot that drives her wild. “Oh!”
She undulates her hips as I stroke. “Mmm…”
“Stand still,” I whisper, pressing one hand into the small of her back, and bend over to speak into her small, perfect ear. “Don’t move your hips one inch. Let me touch you and tease you until I decide you’re ready.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispers back, the tension already sounding in her tone. I can tell from the way she clenches her thighs that she’s very needy, but she’s obedient, our little mate. She takes a deep breath and stills her hips as I stroke and flick her clit.
“I’m not sure you’re wet enough,” I remark. “Let’s see if this can help.” I raise the crop and bring it down hard across both of her pert ass cheeks.
“Ouch!” She squeals and jumps, one hand darting back. “Jax, that’s insane!”
All three of us stare at the thin red line across her pale skin, and I know I’m not the only one who finds this vecking hot.
“Hands down,” I murmur, taking her palm and squeezing it, then arranging it back above her head. “You know the rules. Are you supposed to interfere with a punishment?”
“No, but that’s wicked,” she complains, twitching her hips.
“Mmm,” I say, tracing the thin welt, making her hiss. “Just as wicked as you were. Shall we say, ten to start?”
“I think fifteen,” says Tarren, from his hoverdisk, watching intently. “Five for each of us, just to remind her that she’s ours.”
“I agree,” Ronan adds. “Nice hard ones, too.”
Riya gasps and I can practically see new moisture between her toned thighs.
“What do you think, beautiful?” I ask her, pressing one finger against her clit. “Fifteen nice hard strokes so you don’t forget your masters?”
“I don’t… ow!” She squeals, because I don’t wait for a reply. A perfect red line appears just under the first. “Veck, Riya,” I curse. “You look good with my marks.” I bring the crop down again and again, enjoying the swish and crack and the way she moans and writhes at each strike. By the time I’m done, she’s kicking up her heels and yelping, and neither of us can wait much longer for release.
I toss the crop aside and run both palms over her heated ass, rubbing and stroking, because I know this turns her pain to pleasure and makes her even needier for my cock. Sure enough, she pushes back into me with her body, hard, forcing her firm ass cheeks into my hands, and begs, “Please, veck me, Jax.”
I’m already there, and as I push against her soft folds, she shifts her stance to accommodate me, going up on tiptoe and tilting her hips upward.
No matter how wet she gets, her sweet cunt is so vecking tight, and I have to go slowly at first, easing into her body.
“Riya,” I mutter. Today she feels better than ever—how is it possible that each time is so good?
“Jax,” she moans, and the sound of my name on her lips inflames me. I start to thrust, harder and harder, and she matches my moves like she did for Ronan, bracing on the hoverdisk and pushing back into me to maximize our pleasure. Taking her from behind is one of my favorite ways because it allows me to get so vecking deep into her body, and it’s only seconds before I’m ready to come. I know she’s more than ready by the way she’s gasping and pleading with me for release.
“Come, Riya,” I snap, and she cries out, unintelligible sounds of passion as we both explode, my pleasure bursting like fire throughout my body. Her orgasm goes on and on, even after I finish, as she continues to clench her pussy and twist her hips, wringing every burst of pleasure she can from my cock. Finally, she sinks forward onto the hoverdisk and gasps, panting.
I ease out of her and scoop her up, then lie her down on the hoverdisk so I can hold her and relax. As my heartrate comes back to normal, I can feel hers still pounding, and I smile, touching the drops of sweat at her brow. Veck, it feels good to make her come apart with such pleasure.
Ronan comes up with her fleece and places it over her, then lies beside her, stroking her shoulder. Tarren sits on the edge of the hoverdisk to run his fingers along her calf. And as I lie holding her, my cousins all around us, I feel that life is perfect at this moment. Our family an
d Zandia are safe and growing. The future is bright.
Epilogue
Riya
What did you name them?” Lily asks.
“What?” I am so mesmerized with their small perfect faces, their tiny little fingers, that I don’t even pay attention.
The smaller baby fusses a little bit, and I stroke him, murmuring soothing words, and he settles down with a little gasp, the petal of his mouth opens like a flower, his lids fluttering, his lashes already impossibly long. He has a little dark fuzz on his head, the color of mine, and the most adorable tiny horns.