I turned slightly and saw him standing there. Clothes pristine, cock straining behind his slacks, but otherwise perfectly composed. Those silver slits became calculating, waiting for the right moment. I didn’t know if I should be afraid or turned on.
Ras obeyed, tongue flicking out with fervor, drawing figure eights before circling my entrance. The wet sounds he was making drove me wild, and my hips moved of their own accord, grinding into his mouth, wanting to hear more.
“Now squeeze, Alic. Slowly.” Lucus’ smile grew tight.
Alic growled defiantly, but he obeyed. His fingers curled, forcing me to turn and look at him. His eyes burned with jealousy. “You might be theirs,” he said, forehead to mine, “but you’re also mine.”
His grip tightened, cutting off my air just as his fingers dropped to my clit, rubbing slow, punishing circles.
I opened my mouth to scream, but the sound was swallowed by his air-stealing kiss. Ras’ tongue drove into me as Alic’s fingers switched from circles to slaps, and my body gave in, limp and trembling in their arms.
Lucus appeared behind Alic, his grin dark and gleaming. “You look so good, messy like that, mate. Unable to speak, think, or act, taking it all in while your body craves more.”
His words sent my pulse racing, stoking the spark of defiance in my chest. A thrilling heat coiled through me, building, but I stood my ground, unyielding beneath the pull of my three mates.
Alic’s grip eased, and I sucked in air like it was salvation. My thighs quaked. His lips crashed into mine again, bruising and intense, and my hand slid down between us to grab his cock. Thick. Hard. Throbbing.
His eyes went wide, and I took advantage of that precious moment, shoving him back. He caught himself on the floor, stunned, as I unzipped his pants and freed him.
“Aniyah… you don’t?—”
His protest died as I wrapped my lips around his cock, sinking down over that velvety green heat. His breath punched out of him.
“Shit,” someone muttered nearby, Maso, maybe, but I was too focused. Ras flattened his tongue against me, licking long and deep as he fucked me with his fingers.
I moaned around Alic’s cock, taking him deeper, jaw straining, eyes stinging. I bobbed, slow at first, then faster. His broken groans were music. A song of surrender.
I popped off his cock, hung my head, and shuddered as Ras added a third finger. My cunt clenched, distracted by the stretch and pressure.
That was when I saw Ras’ cock. Standing at full attention, it strained and pulsed with need. My mouth watered.
Holding Alic’s gaze, I grabbed Ras’ dick, letting a strand of spit fall onto that swollen tip, then ran my hand down his length. He jerked beneath me with a moan I could feel all the way down to my toes.
Alic’s sunshine eyes burned brighter, watching me lick up the length of Ras’ cock, slow and deliberate. I teased the head before sucking it between my lips and letting it poke out my cheek, then swallowed it whole—all while never taking my eyes off Alic.
Ras trembled beneath me, but his face dug into my cunt, feasting on me like he never had before. I finally broke the staring contest with Alic when my eyes rolled back.
A snarl tore through the room. Arms yanked me off Ras and slammed me flat on the bed. Maso’s mouth crashed down on mine, wild and claiming, his nails sharpening into claws as they scored down my arms. Everything was fast, brutal, and consuming, like he was racing to catch up before the others could steal me away. I had to take a breath just to keep up, but once I did, I hooked my legs around his waist and arched up into him.
His claws shredded through the sheets as he thrust forward, those wolf eyes locked on mine, burning with wild devotion and ravenous hunger, like a beast who’d hunted me for years and finally had his prey. I couldn't help but smile.
“Hey there, mate.”
For a second, his eyes softened. Affection, gratitude, and adoration flickered across his face before the wolf reclaimed him, then he drove into me in one ruthless thrust.
My head fell back as my cry caught in my throat. After all that teasing, the feeling of finally being filled was like water after a drought, but that moment of relief vanished.
Before I could exhale, my legs were pinned beside my head. As he pounded into me from above, I silently thanked every god possible for my flexibility.
“Mate. Mate. Mine. Ours.”
The clipped words came out low and raspy, sneaking between the slap of our bodies. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. Could barely breathe. All I could do was grip the sheets and feel every relentless thrust, every shred of his need carving into me.
That rising heat in my belly turned heavy, becoming an ache that begged for release.
Ras, my obsessive demon, slithered up beside my head, ignoring Maso’s warning growl. His lips brushed my earlobe, his voice a velvet blade.
“Are you close, my star? Is your body hot and aching, desperate to come?”
