Zandian Series

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ut to one of the pop-up domes the warriors set up this morning. It seems King

space, spraying steril

hi

aid to go anywhere near a male Zandian right now because as far as I

rren, sat. I don’t usually think about males, but this

oves. He ran out into the laser fire and dragged the injured in for

n. Leave again and

ad flushed through m

e door, and I know

ngs jamming u

rriors. There might be a resemblance, but I’

his thro

llow and fai

ditional Zandian greeting. “I am Jax, and this is my cousin Ronan.” He indicates the younger warri

the wall. “You’re here for me.” It com

t advance, whi

d threatening in his voice. Not scary, though. More like thrilling. A dark promise

spear my eyes. “I-I don

dian, his look turning deadly. “You’

he question relieves me. I b

Tarren barely keeps th

him, anyway. Just of my past. And of the f

More times than I can count. They tortured me so many t

ing Zander finds out I’m useless as a

e in fists like he wants to

old a calculating intelligence and his voice carries such assurance it’s hard for me not

shocked laugh tumbles from my lips

nees and worship him. If they had any females around here, that is. “You tr

nvitation. “That’s the most ridiculous—” I sputter but stop when they are just in

fts until I meet his brown-purple eyes. “

argue with a seven foot tall horned giant of a male?

over the pulse at my wrist. “You definitel

m between my legs is becoming too insistent.

e males inhale,

for us,” Ron

nner thighs. “

stroking it. “It’s all right to be arous

, but the males don’t fall back. They don’t fall back, no

e not my

t

w it’s an inevitability. Moi

Jax asks smoothly, like he alre

ke my

away. “Then you’re ours.” He leans forward and kisses the place he’s jus

y my two human friends Lily and Cambry are tr

that. The Zandians are a fierce, protective specie

have one mate. And appar

gned up for an

ess it. Because I’m not sure what happens to human females who ar

an friend takes in the scene, seeming to understand immediately what’s going on. She

the warriors let me pass. Never in my life

hat’s

ould’ve happened if I’d let those three warr

ross the marble toward the new dome. It d

w I’m not able to breed, and therefore, not e

is that idea s

a

Ronan’s voice is

e case of blue balls Riya left us all with. That, and the fact that we didn’t lock her into pla

DomePod builds. I can’t deny the satisfaction I get every time I maneuver the beam in

y heart tripping with anticipation for our

is undeniable, and Ronan seemed to put her at ease. I don’t know what the v

ide under the Zandian sun, or what our species calls the one true Zandian star. After spending most of our liv

?” I respon

er to bed our mate.” Ronan gri

about getting those creamy thighs open ever

s a low gro

ial before. Sharing Riya may be sticky. But I’

e’s holding a shimmery silver bolt that will be used to attach part of the dome roof here at the south

everything,” Tarren grumbles. “

what carelessly—I hear it zing onto a rock—

hem panting, and then we all start laughing. Tarren lets

mate us. Or if Zander will even allow us to pick our own mates. I heard from Jaso that they’ll be assigning females based on DNA testing. Matching them to the best Zandian gene donors for repopulation. So it is no

ucks an

eing thrown around by males who really have no clue. I could go and ask my superior, Master Seke

o

cking

And it’s not about the best females—it’s about Riya. I’m not going to let her slip through

her before that happ

irst.” Ronan says, as

k. “We will have

suggests, although the grumble in his voi

to mate us or which

laims her,”

us first. “We will go in order of age,” I say with the same calm, decisive tone I employ every time the two of them butt heads. “As Tarr

will take her together.” He says it

s appealing to me or more

s, over and over.” Ronan is all confidence. “Like the little pet we vecked at

ng three cocks at once made the little pet so insane with

way,” I caution Ronan, although I have t

smile restored. “She will, on

a young in her womb by the week’s end. By the time Zander makes his announ

eir own females.” Ronan looks across the dome at a pair of h

need to concern ourselves with the survival of Zandia. Human D

ow. “I hardly think i

are, unable to work as hard or as long, although they are

dering if the Ocretions ever find out we’re harboring fugitives from one of their death pods, it could mean war. “And

iding out. That may be a place where they find mates some cycle in the future. Certainly, they will never get that her

I’d better start researching how to manage a human female. Hasn’t every Zandian who has one mentioned at some point how

ght already

e, and condition our female if we’re going

on reasons to strip off her clothes, tie her up, and smack that gorgeous ass red. But will she like it?

f myself. The first task is