Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I feel her soften against me. She rests her head back against my shoulder. I can’t help but smile in response. She could have fallen forward against Krall, could have chosen to submit to his guidance, but it’s me she is listening to. I feel her flesh gripping mine as my knot starts to subside, almost as if she’s going to miss the feeling of being locked around my cock.
Krall grunts and pulls himself free of her. I feel the hot rush of his cum as it slides out of her pussy and coats her thighs and mine. I stay inside. I pull her back further. I hold her on my cock and I run my hand over her messy pussy before sliding my fingers inside.
The sound and shiver she makes as she realizes I am not done with her is adorable. I pick her up, still on my cock, and I sit down with her properly, twisting her on my cock so she is sitting to the side.
“Look at me, princess,” I growl softly, turning her chin toward me with one hand while the other plays with her swollen little hole.
Our eyes meet for the first time since her mating began, and a bolt of electricity zips between us even more strongly. I feel something from her entering me. The energy she used to call down sunlight in the middle of the night travels down my spine and finds my balls.
“Good girl,” I growl. “Such a good girl.”
I kiss her, my tongue plundering her mouth with slow sensuality and I let her moan into mine. My cock throbs in her ass while Krall’s cum slides out of her. He won’t leave any lasting impression on her, but I will become part of her.
I slide my fingers deep inside her pussy and mimic a fucking motion. Her moans and whimpers feed me.
Tabby
I’m sore. I feel sorry for myself. Two big males just had their way with me, and neither of them was sweet or gentle about it. I should hate them both, but this man is so intense. There’s something in his eyes, as if I am falling into them. He’s hypnotic and magnetic and he is making me take the ache of being played with long after the simple act of mating is done.
I knew this was going to be my fate, but I didn’t know it would feel so incredibly intense, as if my body was being changed by being used. I am used to changing. I become wolf, and then I become human. But this transition is different. This feels like my soul is shifting in a way I never knew it could.
“Such a good girl for me,” Skor praises me, his voice rough and soft as he collects the cum from my pussy and rubs it against my clit. I am going to come again. He is going to make me come again.
My little gasps and the jolting of my hips only encourage his attention. He starts to rub and toy and encourage me toward another climax.
“You are so good,” he says. “Such a good little mate. You take cocks so well, and your wet little hole is eager for more, isn’t it? You could be fucked over and over again. Is that what you want? You want to be bred again right now?”
“No,” I whimper. “Please, no. I’m so sore. It feels like I’ve been stretched so hard and so much… oh, my…”
The last exclamation is because his knot has softened and his cock has slid from my ass. Another hot load of semen is dripping from my rear, and I am empty. I never felt that before. I didn’t know what it was like to feel filled up, to have the energy of two alpha males inside me. I know now for certain that Skor is every bit as dominant as Krall. Maybe more. He might be the middle brother, but when it comes to handling me, he is more than capable.
“Fuck, oh, my gods… oh… oh…” I start to make incoherent silly noises as another orgasm, this one from his fingers, rushes through me. It’s like dessert, a sweet little treat at the end of a much more intense session.
“So good,” Skor praises me, pressing his lips to my temple. “You’re going to come so much and so often for me, aren’t you? You’re going to take our cocks and you’re going to swell with our seed. You’re going to have our pups.”
“Yes,” I moan, because there is no other kind of answer to give.
While I am distracted, while the others surround me and watch me with a sort of intense fascination dictated by lust, we are seconds away from disaster.
I see it first, its movement low to the ground. My wolf mates don’t recognize it at first. Their brains are telling them it’s something harmless, a lizard or a rat, some other scuttling creature. They’re wrong.