Their Zandian Mate_An Alien Warrior Reverse Harem Romance

by Renee Rose

  She seemed to work to control her breath and nodded.

  Damon smiled. “Good girl.” He slid his hands down her sides and crouched between her feet. He brought two fingers to the apex of her thighs and rubbed them in her juices. “She’s so wet.”

  Granit growled, because Damon had kept him from touching her there earlier.

  His brother immediately understood. “You try,” he offered.

  Veck.

  His head swam with a fresh surge of lust. Holding her wrists with one hand, he coasted the other lightly down her body, molding it to her breast, down her belly, finally hooking between her legs.

  A needy sound came from her lips. She rose up on her toes when he made contact and it nearly cost him his control. He wanted to shove her to her hands and knees and veck her until tomorrow. No—until next week.

  But punishment first. They’d all have to endure the torture of waiting just a little longer.

  “I want to try,” Laake said thickly and he reluctantly removed his questing fingers.

  “Go ahead. Listen to the sweet little sound she makes when you touch her there.”

  Eslyn shifted restlessly, wagging her hips from side to side, rolling them in a circle.

  “Vecking stars,” Laake muttered as he caught her hip with one hand and brought the fingers of his other to her wet pussy. “Incredible,” he breathed.

  “No pleasure,” Damon warned. “It’s all right to make her want it, but not too much now. Not yet.”

  All three of them seemed to groan in unison, but Laake tore himself away, releasing her and stepping back with a look of ragged longing.

  “Legs wider, Eslyn,” Damon murmured.

  Her lashes fluttered as she struggled to comply. Without Granit’s hold on her wrists, she would have fallen over, he was sure.

  Damon applied the strap to her inner thighs, striping up one side and down the other. Then he positioned himself directly in front of her and swung the strap up between her legs.

  She screamed in terror, scrambling to get her feet back under her and close her legs.

  Damon tsked. “No, little flower. I’m going to whip your pussy now. I know it hurts, but you can take it. You need this punishment from us so you can move on.”

  “No. Please, Master Damon.” She struggled against his hold on her wrists, twisting away. Granit vecking hated seeing her afraid, but Damon’s lids drooped.

  “I love hearing you beg, Eslyn,” he said. He held both ends of the leather strap and let it flex and snap between them. “Five more. Then I’ll move to your ass. Open wide, beautiful.”

  Her belly shuddered as she dragged a breath in and out. She whimpered some more, the corners of her mouth turning down, but after a moment, she complied, separating her feet and opening her thighs for his punishment.

  Damon slapped the strap up. It wasn’t hard.

  Veck, if it had been, Granit would’ve stopped Damon in a heartbeat. No, his brother knew what he was doing. It was humiliating and nerve-racking, but he doubted it caused her more than a little fleeting pain.

  “One,” Damon clipped.

  Eslyn’s breath came out in a sob.

  He whipped her pussy again. “Two.”

  “No, no, no,” she moaned, but didn’t move her legs together.

  Another slap. “Three.”

  “Please, Damon. Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be your good girl.”

  “Holy veck, Eslyn.” Damon squeezed the bulge of his cock through his pants. “You’re going to undo me completely.” He snapped the strap up between her legs, a bit harder this time and she screamed. “Four.” Another slap. “Five.” Damon dropped to his knees between her legs and wrapped his hands around her thighs, tipping his head back. “Now let me kiss it and make it better.”

  He and Laake both growled as Damon’s tongue reached out to taste their female. They groaned with Damon as he tightened his grip on her thighs and suctioned his lips over her clit.

  “Please, please, Damon,” Eslyn begged.

  Granit dropped her wrists and cupped her breasts, stepping to the side for Laake, who moved in to veck her ass with the plug.

  The chamber spun, her vision blurred. Eslyn had never felt so out of control, so incredibly needy.

  “Please, oh, please,” she chanted, needing so much more, ready to come apart.

  But Damon removed his mouth with a smacking sound. “No.” His voice was hard. He stood up. She wanted to grip his horns and shove him back down between her legs, but she knew there’d be no budging him and she’d probably earn herself another pussy whipping if she tried.

  She blinked, trying to bring her tormenter’s face into focus. “Please?”

  The corner of his mouth quirked and he tapped her lips with the pad of his finger. “Punishment.”

  A single, miserable word.

  The other two males slowly ceased their delicious ministrations and stepped away, too.

  “Now, your ass, beautiful. I’m going to paint it red with my strap and then my portion of the punishment will be over.” He spun his finger in a circle, indicating he wanted her to turn around.

  Body quivering, she rotated slowly to face away from him.

  “Granit, would you provide an arm for her to fold over? Laake, please hold her just above the elbows and keep her back bowed so this pretty ass turns up.” He patted her backside making the plug in her ass wiggle.

  The males stepped into place, bending her at the waist and pulling her torso out long, parallel with the floor.

  Damon made a rumbling sound of approval. “Perfect, little flower. Absolutely perfect.”

  He swung the strap and it struck her across the buttocks. If it weren’t for the other two males holding her in place she would’ve stumbled or lurched forward onto her face. She realized now that Damon had been holding back with his earlier strokes. This one vecking stung!

  “Ouch!” she yelled. Anger replaced her earlier submission.

  “I know, love.” He delivered another stroke, just below the plug in her ass.

  She shrieked, rising up to her toes in an effort to escape it. “Ow, ow, ow. That hurt. You’re hurting me.”

  Damon laughed, but he stroked a soothing hand over her flank, tracing a slow circle over her twitching flesh. “Yes, little flower. This will be the hard part.”

  “H-how many?” She wanted to know. Wanted to count them and know when it would end.

  “As many as I decide you need, Eslyn.”

  Her stomach knotted and she tensed when he removed his hand. The strap swung again. Another line of fire. And another.

  She gasped and choked.

  He picked up speed, spanking her faster with the narrow strap.

  “No! No more. Please,” she begged.

  He smarted her ass and the backs of her thighs relentlessly until all the stress of her new situation rose up and choked her. Tears stung her eyes.

  “Enough, Damon, she’s crying,” Laake snapped.

  “She needs it. You saw her in the Great Hall—how badly she felt. It will help her release the guilt.”

  He was right. Every grief, every stress, every regret of her life seemed to be stuck in a ball in the center of her chest, clawing to get out.

  “Release her.” Granit’s deep voice cut across them both.

  Laake let go of her elbows and he pulled her upright.

  “I’ll do it,” Granit said.

  She had no idea what I’ll do it meant, but the giant warrior hooked a hand around her elbow and pulled her to the settee. He sat down and tumbled her across his lap, her throbbing ass upturned in a new way.

  Before she had time to understand, his huge hand clapped down on her bottom.

  “Ugh.”

  He didn’t stop. He spanked her hard and fast, slapping one cheek then the other. The plug bounced in her ass, making her anus contract around the neck.

  Her breath stalled in her throat, then tumbled out with a sob. On and on he spanked and with each breath, she let out more of the em
otion wedged behind her sternum. Tears fell from her eyes, her breath heaved.

  The spanking was painful, but not as biting as the strap, and it gave her something to settle on, an unforgiving, relentless focus for her attention as she wept. Someone’s hand tangled in her hair, gently stroking. Another set of hands glided over her lower legs. The males were soothing her, even as they delivered punishment.

  She hardly noticed when the spanking stopped. The caresses continued. Her sobs continued. Granit’s large palm circled her burning ass. Some being left and returned with a blanket from the bed and then she was wrapped up in it, cradled in Granit’s strong arms. The other two sat beside him, petting her, murmuring endearments. Never in her life had she known such comfort.

  Her body trembled and breath shuddered in and out as the tears slowed. Face tucked into Granit’s neck, she felt warm and protected. A deep peace settled over her—one she hadn’t had since she was a child, before she lost everyone she loved in the invasion.

  And then, as she began to recover her wits, need returned. It started as an awareness of her burning ass and the plug filling her. Then she remembered the way Damon’s mouth had felt on her core, the incredible driving need he’d created there.

  Need he hadn’t yet fulfilled.

  She wanted to get past this punishment part and onto the pleasure. She kissed Granit’s neck, smiled when his cock stiffened beneath her hip.

  He eased her down onto her back across all three males’ laps and pushed the blanket off her.

  “Mmm.” One of them made an approving noise. The other two echoed it. Granit’s hand cupped her breast. Laake stroked his hands up her inner thighs, prising them open at the top.

  Her belly fluttered.

  “She wants her pleasure,” Damon murmured. “Laake, what’s your choice of punishment for her?”

  “An ass-vecking.” Laake didn’t even hesitate. From the moment he’d inserted that plug in their beautiful female, he’d wanted to put his cock in that private place.

  “Good. Punishment and pleasure mixed into one. Why don’t you taste her first, to get her ready?” Damon suggested.

  Laake’s cock, already rock hard, throbbed with the suggestion.

  There were some males who might want to slaughter Damon to keep the female for himself, but Laake appreciated Damon’s confidence in this situation. Whether he made it all up as he went along or actually knew what he was doing could be debated, but either way, Damon made a decent leader of their brotherhood.

  Granit was the oldest and biggest—the muscle. Their hero. He could overrule Damon but rarely did. He’d suffered multiple burns extracting Laake from a burning school during the invasion. Damon had been in the school, too. A few years older than Laake, he was the brains—the one who always figured things out. He’d hustled Granit and Laake into a mining tube, where they’d been protected from the bombing. Then he’d had the balls to make the first kill, and steal an enemy airship for Granit to fly them off planet.

  The three had been family ever since. Prince Zander must have known they’d be happy to share Eslyn.

  “Go on. Make her scream,” Damon encouraged when he hesitated. He didn’t know what the veck he was doing, but instinct took over. The moment he tasted her, he wanted more. He ran his tongue through her outer lips, traced the inner. He kissed and sucked, nipped until she reached for his horns and squeezed.

  The sensitive organs stiffened under her grasp. He groaned. “Veck. I need to be inside her. Now.”

  “So do I,” Granit growled. It didn’t sound like a challenge—more a statement of fact.

  Out of the three of them, only Damon seemed to have any self-control. “Bring her to the sleep disk,” he directed.

  Granit stood, cradling their lovely female in his arms, and carried her over to the floating oval sleep disk.

  “She’ll take both of you. If an ass-vecking is her punishment, we’ll make it good.”

  Eslyn mewled, but one look at her satisfied Laake she wasn’t afraid—only excited. Her eyes were glazed and violet, long brown hair beautifully mussed.

  “Granit on the bottom.”

  Granit’s scarred face stretched into a smile as he yanked off his clothing and climbed onto the sleep disk. Eslyn stared at his body with wide eyes and Granit’s smile slipped, his hand running over the scars on his leg—the reason he walked with a limp. He had matching scars all along his left side—on his arm and shoulder, on one side of his face.

  “Granit saved us in the invasion,” Laake said. He wanted Eslyn to know those scars were badges of courage.

  She reached out to touch one and Granit flinched. “Does it hurt?” she whispered, running the tip of one finger over the mottled skin. “It does, doesn’t it?”

  Granit nodded, once.

  “From a bomb?”

  “The fire was from a bomb. Laake’s school.” Granit swallowed. “They’re ugly, I know.”

  “No.” She climbed up over him, straddling his lap. She rubbed her sweet spot over his cock with a slow undulation.

  Laake bit a knuckle.

  “They’re beautiful,” she purred. “They show you for the hero you are.”

  Granit’s face contorted with desire and he fisted the base of his cock, guiding it toward her entrance.

  Lids drooping, lips parted like a goddess of sex, Eslyn lifted her hips and dropped down, taking Granit’s large cock with a cry of pleasure.

  Laake squeezed his cock through his pants, then followed Granit’s lead in stripping off his clothing. He pumped some lube into his palm and rubbed it over his cock.

  “Relax and let it out.” Damon stood at the foot of the bed, twisting the anal plug in Eslyn’s ass as she rode Granit’s cock. She must not have loosened her muscles, because he delivered a smack to each of her cheeks. “Open up, little flower. Laake wants to veck this pretty ass of yours.”

  She stopped moving, but Damon smacked her ass again. “Don’t stop rubbing your juicy pussy over Granit’s cock. He’s enjoying it way too much.”

  She moaned and rocked her hips again.

  “That’s it, beautiful.” Damon removed the plug and waggled his brows at Laake. “She’s ready for you. Climb up and ride.”

  He mounted the sleep disk, straddled Granit and Eslyn, and squatted over her, lining his cock up with her back hole. He pushed back the stab of guilt that rose at making her take them both at once. She’d already had three mates—surely she’d done this before. And she hadn’t offered so much as a word of protest.

  He pushed the head of his cock against her anus. She moaned and stopped moving. He applied a little pressure and breached her entrance. “Veck, Eslyn,” he spit out. She was unbelievably tight.

  She made a keening sound as he drove deeper.

  “That’s it, beautiful. Can you take all of me?”

  “She has to.” Damon walked around the side of the sleep disk and squeezed her breast. “This ass-vecking is her punishment, so make it good. Granit, hold her hips still so Laake can give it to her hard.”

  Stars, Damon’s words incited all of them. Eslyn moaned, Granit growled through clenched teeth, and Laake pushed in to the hilt, his eyes rolling back in his head at the incredible sensation.

  He nearly came right then, but watching Damon grab Eslyn by the hair to turn her mouth to his gave him enough distraction to regain control. He pumped in and out of her ass, glorying in each delicious stroke, in the wonderment that this incredible female really belonged to them, even if it was only temporary.

  In and out, harder and faster, he listened to the music of her vocalizations, matching them with his own grunts.

  “Not going to last,” Granit gasped, thrusting up into her pussy like his life depended on it.

  “Me neither.” Laake’s balls tightened, thighs shook.

  “Yes!” Eslyn cried.

  “Veck, I’m coming!” Laake shoved deep and stayed. Cum shot out his shaft, filling her ass.

  Granit bucked beneath them both, frantically driving up in
to Eslyn until he, too, finished with a shout.

  Eslyn tightened around his cock, her sandwiched body twitching and rolling with her orgasm.

  Laake cursed again and released some more, then eased out. Satisfaction flowed through him. Happiness, joy, even.

  Because Eslyn had been used and abused by three males at a time for all of her adult life, she was well aware that one hadn’t yet been satisfied. When Granit eased her off him, she sought out Damon with her gaze.

  He stood beside the sleep disk, cock fisted in his hand.

  “You should have climbed up,” she said, voice still husky. “I would have sucked you off at the same time.”

  Damon’s lips curved upward. “I don’t think Granit would’ve tolerated my balls swinging in his face. But I’m not worried. I’ll take my turn when the time is right.”

  She wiggled her body around and rolled onto her back, head hanging off the sleep disk. “I’ll suck you now.” She opened her mouth.

  “Vecking stars.”

  She liked seeing Damon lose composure, the flush of purple in his face matching the color of his irises. Though she was attracted to all three, it was he who she found herself wanting to please. Perhaps because he seemed harder to win over than the other two.

  This was the first time she could remember being eager to receive a male. Unlike every other time in her life, sex with these males wasn’t a chore. It had been rough, but in all the right ways. She hadn’t had her knees skinned on bare ground, or been knocked around first. There was lubricant besides saliva and partners who paid attention to her responses. Who used endearments when they spoke to her, not curses.

  Damon closed the distance between them and dipped his cock into her mouth. She fit her lips around his girth and hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard.

  On the sleep disk, two sets of hands stroked her body. She whimpered, lust sparking to flames despite her recent release.

  Damon plunged his cock into the back of her throat and she had to work to relax, to swallow it down and let him go as deep as he wanted. “Eslyn, you are so good at this,” he praised. “You’re sucking my cock so well, beautiful. I’m going to make sure you get all the pleasure you need and more.”