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On his shoulder, the eagle squawked in agreement.

CHAPTER 22

That night, Tess’s sleep was troubled by dark dreams, and when she woke in the morning, she felt as though she’d barely slept at all. Instead of opening her eyes right away, she turned over and pulled the covers up over her head to block out the early sunlight streaming in through the window.

The bed was Spike’s, but Spike wasn’t in it. Tess had slept alone, Roscoe’s orders. There were only three beds in the house, and none of them were big enough for two of the bisonmen to share, but Spike had offered to spend the night outside in the pasture so Tess could sleep in his bed. She’d protested, saying that if anyone was going to sleep outside it ought to be her, but of course Spike would hear nothing of it. He could be pretty stubborn when he wanted to be, but then that didn’t come as much of a surprise. He was a bull after all, and bulls tended to be bull-headed.

As Tess lay in bed, she thought about the way Spike and his brother had fought yesterday evening. The memory made her shudder beneath the covers. Each time the bisonmen’s heads had come together, they had made a sound like a sledgehammer striking a stone. It was a wonder they hadn’t killed each other. Peyton had said bisonmen had thick skulls, and Tess supposed that must be true. Still, it couldn’t be healthy to butt heads like that.

Tess lifted the covers slightly and took a peek at the window. It was getting lighter outside now, and she could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee coming from the kitchen. Normally, that would have been a comforting odor, but not today. It meant the bisonmen were already up, and she needed to get up too, but she wasn’t ready yet.

She wasn’t ready to face Roscoe.

Tess shuddered a second time as she thought about the massive minotaur with the stern face and the golden stripe running down his chest and stomach. That stripe meant he was an alpha. Tess had heard of human alphas, though she’d never actually seen one before. She hadn’t even known minotaur alphas were a thing until she’d met Roscoe yesterday evening.

She wished she hadn’t met him. He was the most ill-tempered individual she had ever encountered. He had wanted to exile her from the valley and leave her alone in the wilderness to fend for herself, but Spike had bravely stood up to him, and she’d been allowed to stay the night. What would happen to her today, she wondered. Tess wasn’t sure she wanted to find out. It was one of the main reasons she was reluctant to get out of bed.

But she couldn’t hide forever. She would have to get up sooner or later.

Hopefully Roscoe would agree to let her stay until Peyton had gotten his airship finished. Thirteen more days, including this one. Maybe less than that if Peyton worked quickly. Then they could fly her down to Arizona to live on Shannon Duffy’s farm.

It wasn’t a choice anymore. Tess had to leave. There was no way she could stay here with that monster Roscoe.

It was probably for the best, anyway.

Still, the thought of leaving made Tess a little sad. In the short time she’d known them, she’d already grown quite fond of Peyton and Spike. Maybe they could come visit her sometimes down in Arizona. Tess thought she would like that. She would like it very much.

She inhaled, breathing in the Spike-scent that clung to the bed covers and pillows. Her mind immediately drifted back to everything that had happened yesterday before Roscoe had returned. All the wonderful things Spike and Peyton had done to her on the dinner table. The way the brothers had shared her and milked her. The way Peyton had kissed her so passionately. The way Spike had penetrated her with his long, thick cock.

She was getting wet just thinking about it.

Tess was naked beneath the covers, and she slid one hand down between her legs to touch herself where Spike had entered her yesterday. Her folds were slippery with arousal, and her clitoris felt ripe and tight with lust.

Yesterday, she had woken up a virgin, but she wasn’t a virgin anymore. Spike had deflowered her, while Peyton had kissed her and watched.

Maybe Roscoe was right. Maybe she was a harlot.

It had felt so good though. The way her lips had spread around the bisonman’s tip. The way he had filled her and stretched her with his cock. The way her wet inner walls conformed to every detail of his long, hard shaft.

Tess slipped one finger inside herself. It was a paltry substitute for Spike’s giant member, but this morning it would have to do. She spread her legs wide as she fingered herself, biting down on her lip to stifle her moans. She didn’t want the bisonmen to hear what she was doing to herself beneath the covers. Spike and Peyton weren’t the problem, of course. The problem was Roscoe.

Tess brought her free hand up to squeeze one of her breasts while she fingered herself. It was a good thing the brothers had milked her yesterday afternoon. It meant she didn’t need to be milked again this morning—though she would before the day was through, of that she was certain.

They would do it later. She and Peyton and Spike would sneak off someplace where Roscoe wouldn’t see them. Behind the barn perhaps, or maybe in the woods. The brothers would milk her like they had done yesterday, and then they would do other things to her. Images flashed through Tess’s mind of the various ways the bisonmen would share her. Under the covers, she turned over onto her stomach, then she lifted her backside up as she continued to finger herself and squeeze her breasts. It didn’t take her long to finish, and when she came, the whole bed shook with her climax.

“You done yet?” a deep voice rumbled.

Tess let out a squeak of surprise as she flipped over and quickly sat up to see who was there. It was Roscoe. The massive alpha bison was at the foot of the bed, sitting backward on a chair with his thick arms resting atop the backrest and his chin resting atop his arms. He stared at her with an expression of mild annoyance.

“Roscoe!” Tess gasped. “How long have you been sitting there?”

“About an hour.”

Tess’s embarrassment shifted to anger at this invasion of her privacy. “What the hell? You were watching me sleep?”

“Among other things. I was waiting for you to get up, so we could talk…”

His eyes dipped to her chest, and his pupils dilated ever so slightly. Tess’s embarrassment returned as she realized what he was looking at. When she had sat up a moment before, she’d let the sheets fall down around her lap, leaving her bare breasts exposed. She quickly grabbed the covers and yanked them up to hide her chest. Her face burned.