Ranulf has got his fingers in her mouth. His lips against her temple, kissing her sweetly while she grunts and thrashes.
“She is coming,” I growl.“She does not fucking stop! Her hot cunt is fisting me like my dick is her new favorite thing.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Beric snarls.“I will not seed the forest floor!”
I chuckle darkly, even as my hips continue to rock and her pussy sucks pleasurably all over my knot and cock. The sensation of her gripping me is incomparable. My teeth sink a little deeper, driven by the primitive urge to mark her, to leave a scar, to taste her blood.
She cries out as my teeth worry at her throat, and squeezes over me again.
Lost in this half-delirious state, I’m caught unawares by an outpouring of fierce love. It fills a space between us, reaching out for the sweet lass, writhing on my knot. My growl softens to a purr.
“She is so perfect. She is everything. She is my world.”
“Aye, she is,”Ranulf agrees.
“I need my fucking turn. Right now,”Beric snarls. I can hear him pacing behind me, his aggression rising.
“Go ahead. Pull out when you can,” Ranulf instructs, triggering sharp possessiveness and a growl from me.
“Oh, please!” Evanthe wails.
“She is still gripping my dick,” I grit out, unwilling to relinquish my turn at our prize.
“I will bloody your hide if you don’t obey me,”Ranulf barks at me through the bond.
Bastard.She wails when I test her pussy’s grip.
“Just pull the fuck out,” Ranulf says darkly.“It will loosen her up a bit before Beric tries to get his tree trunk all up inside her.”
“Goddess save me from your depravity!” the poor lass moans even as her sweet pussy fists me.
I chuff out to laugh at her fake woe. I pull. She wails, her ass lifting, before the knot suddenly slips free. And a great splatter of cum pours out. Before I can gather my wits. Beric shoulders me out of the way.
Chapter Nine
EVANTHE
Itwitch, utterly limp, utterly spent. I can’t even move. The best I can do is pant. Behind me, the two werebeasts snarl at one another like they are about to fight over me.
“Thick-headed bastards,” Ranulf grumbles lowly, rising to his feet. “I will thump the pair of you if you do not settle the fuck down.”
A sudden thud, and a second werebeast lands beside Ranulf.
Alden, the gray shifter, transitions before my eyes. His human hair is golden brown, and his eyes are a pale winter blue. Leaner than Ranulf and nowhere near as hirsute, his expression holds a roguish charm when he suddenly grins, which softens the sheer size of him.
“Well met, mate,” he says, voice gentle and belying what he just did to me in werebeast form. “Gods, she is sweet.” He drags his eyes away to share a look with Ranulf—who arches one brow—before swinging back to face me.
A low growl behind. Fur brushes against my hip.
“Hold her,” Ranulf says, stepping forward. “The lass is going to be naughty for Beric, I can tell.”
My eyes widen. Then they are both on me, holding my arms, pressing me gently, but firmly against the fallen tree.
Behind a low, rumbling growl is all the warning I get before the final werebeast, Beric, cages me against the fallen tree, his thick claws sending chunks flying.
“Oh, please, I can’t,” I say. I’m already sore and quite convinced I cannot possibly take another…
“You’ll get used to it,” Alden says, crouching beside me even as he holds me still. He smiles. It is a sweet, playful smile at odds with my situation, being held ready for the pleasure of the final male, who is rumbling a growl against the back of my throat. “She, ah, might need a little distraction.”
