Page 40 of Feast

Ika despised herself for enjoying it.

She despised her treacherous non-ukkur anatomy for the way it was betraying her now. The way her nipples had grown hard as pebbles in Gunnar’s and Muk’s mouths. The way her hole was dripping with the nectar that Slaine so desperately desired.

Gods, even her hands were turning traitor, reaching out toward Gunnar’s and Muk’s pelvises to touch and stroke the hard poles protruding from their fur kilts.

She cupped their blunt, rounded heads and stroked their throbbing shafts.

They were so hard.

So hard and so hot.

Ika’s hole pulsed with an inexplicable desire, spilling a river of arousal onto Slaine’s growling face.

What is wrong with me? I shouldn’t want this, but…

“Ika.”

With some effort, Ika managed to open her eyes. A few more shuddering seconds later, she was able to bring them into focus. Her pulse spiked.

It was Thusar.

He was backlit by the juddering flames of the campfire, his body still in partial silhouette edged with red gold. But even just that silhouette was enough to let Ika know that he had removed his kilt and now stood before her totally naked.

His right hand was at his pelvis, moving with a slow, steady rhythm.

Gradually, Ika’s eyes adjusted and she could make out some details of his shadowed form. The broad armor-like slabs of his chest muscles. The deeply etched contours of his abdominals. And those twin, V-shaped lines slashing downward to the place where his hand was pumping something long and hard and dripping with sticky fluid,

Gods.

It was huge.

Ika had seen that hefty member before. Just last night, in fact, when she had spied on Thusar by the bank of the half-frozen river. That time, she had seen it from afar. Now that monstrous thing was just a few feet away.

And it was getting closer.

While the other ukkur continued their growling feast, Thusar advanced. He moved slowly, like a predator on the prowl. He stepped over Slaine, who was sprawled on the floor, his face buried between Ika’s open legs.

Gunnar and Muk moved back, making way for their pack leader as he straddled Ika’s body. Her nipples tingled as the cave air tickled the wet residue left by the ukkur’s mouths.

Now Thusar’s pole was jutting right in her face.

He towered over her, his eyes glinting amid his shadowed face.

“Is this what you want?” he growled. “Is this what you are hungry for?”

Ika tried to pull back, but Thusar’s free hand caught her hair, holding her in place. His other hand angled his erection downward until the blunt head met Ika’s moistened lower lip.

“Don’t resist, Ika. You want this.”

She tried to say no. She tried to tell Thusar he was wrong. But her tongue still wasn’t working, and that was because Slaine’s tongue was working as hard as ever, digging into her sweltering hole in its quest for more of her slippery arousal.

Thusar’s fist held her tight. He brushed his tip back and forth, smearing his precursor fluid across Ika’s trembling lips.

“You know you want this.”

And the embarrassing truth was that Ika did want it. Ever since last night, she had wanted to touch Thusar, to taste him, to be brutally dominated by his hard pillar of flesh.

She knew it was wrong.