Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“I like it, Grace. You might think of it as an insult, but it gets my cock hard because your pretty eyes gleam so fiercely when you say it.”
Her lips twitch like she would smile if she had the ability.
“You’re ours,” I rumble.
“Ours,” Sayer agrees. “It feels right having you in our bed, carrying our mortling. Really rekking right.”
Her breath hitches the moment he pushes into her body. He pauses, his eyes searing mine as he waits for the signal. She flutters her eyelids, but they stay locked on mine. Steady and intense. Ready for another round with her mates.
“Fill her up, Say,” I command. “She wants it. Our mate wants both of our cocks filling her. She wants to sit here and allow us to have our filthy way with her.”
He bucks into her hard and the sound of his flesh slapping hers arouses me. My dick flares to life. She’ll be too sore after taking us both, most likely, but maybe I’ll take Say next. He’s never too tired to spread the cheeks of his rump and allow me into his tight, inviting body. If my hands weren’t preoccupied, I’d tug my cock in tandem with the way he drives into her. I settle for kissing her sweet mouth. Her tongue wakes up and tangles with mine, soft moans tumbling from her mouth into mine.
“You’re ours, Grace,” Sayer hisses, losing himself to the feral need to claim her.
“She knows it,” I mutter against her lips.
Her body shudders and I see that Sayer has decided to pleasure her clit while he rams into her. Despite being unable to move, she’s clearly affected by his ministrations. Her moans grow louder and louder.
“Retract your claw,” I order Sayer. “Wet your thumb.”
He obeys me, ever the dutiful one in bed, and then his eyes meet mine in question.
“Tell me if she feels the same as I do,” I rumble.
His eyes darken and then he pushes his thumb between her cheeks. A low, guttural groan echoes from her.
“Yes,” he groans. “Rekking yes.”
It’s enough to send him over the edge. He lets out a roar as he spills his seed. As soon as he pulls out, I settle her on the bed on her side and then motion for Sayer to lie down facing her. My cock is dripping with pre-cum and I need to be inside him. He pulls her to him, her belly now pressed against his, and his mouth ravishes hers. She’s boneless, but the moans coming from her are ones of bliss. I wrap my hand around Say’s flaccid cock to collect their combined juices before spreading it all over my shaft as lubricant. He groans when I pull his cheek to the side and then push against his hole. Then, as though it’s been designed this way, his body sucks me in. My mouth finds the side of his neck and I suckle the flesh there. When I bite him, he pushes his rump toward me, needing more.
Sayer loves it when I bite him.
It makes me wonder if Grace one solar would like it too.
The metallic taste of his blood has me nearly feral with pleasure. I rut into him hard and frantic. My palm finds Grace’s rump and I squeeze it. Their kissing is sloppy and noisy, but it turns me the rekk on. When I feel a hand on my own rump, I’m surprised to find it’s hers. The three of us rut, moan, kiss, and touch. It’s decadent and arousing. Maddeningly wonderful. When my sac tightens with the need to release, I bite Say again, harder as I spill my seed into him. His body relaxes as the toxica takes effect and I happily take care of both my mates. With my cock remaining lodged inside him, despite its softening, I sit up on one elbow and regard them both.
Grace’s hand finds my face and she runs her fingers over my lips. With my eyes searing into hers, I suck on her fingers. Her eyes roll back and she moans.
“You’re both mine,” I rumble, kissing Sayer’s shoulder as I stare intensely at Grace. “And our mortling too.”
***
“She won’t stop giggling, hmm?” Avrell frowns at us as his gaze rakes over Sayer’s neck. His skin is destroyed where I ravaged him with my teeth.
Grace giggles and writhes in the bed.
“What exactly happened?” Avrell demands.
Sayer and I exchange a worried look, neither of us eager to spill our secret. Grace does it for us.
“They both fucked me soooo good,” she says breathily, boldly rubbing at her breast over the blanket we covered her with. “Soooo good. And then Jareth let me watch him fuck Sayer. It was sooooo hot.”
Avrell tenses and glowers at us. “The commander—”
“Already knows,” I bite back, my sub-bones popping in response.
Avrell’s lips press into a firm line. “Did they take advantage of you?”