Vari drops to the ground behind me. His meq slides between my thighs and rubs against my clit as one hand cups my breast.
Orik watches for a moment. “I want to lick your bump and the head of his meq right now, but if I do, it will trigger the rut.”
He stands and turns away as though torn between his desire and fear of the rut.
Vari kisses my neck. “Does this hurt?”
“No.” I guide his hand down to my clit. I’m so wet that each stroke of his meq glides between my thighs. I want more, but at the same time, if I take more now, I will be wrecked tomorrow.
“Good. Because this is almost perfect.” He groans against my neck. “Orik…let me taste you.”
21
ORIK
Did I imagine those words, or was that the invitation I have been waiting for?
I turn around to watch them. Bridget on her knees the way I have been so many times with Vari fucking her thighs. His meq is slick with her juices, so it will be enough to ease his rut.
My own meq is throbbing with the need for release. In part, I blame the scent of his rut. I’ve been around it for days, and while it had eased a little with the separation of the mated couples, the hunger is now scratching in my blood.
Bridget moans as Vari rubs her one little bump. I wasn’t lying when I said wanted to lie on my belly and taste them both. But if I do, it will trigger my own rut.
She beckons me closer, and I step forward, unlacing my pants as I do.
My meq doesn’t have the pronounced bumps and ridges that his has, nor has it been enlarged by the rut. That never bothered me before. Now I feel as though I have less to give her.
As she licks the head, she doesn’t seem bothered. She places a hand on my hip for support, then leans in to run her tongue along the underside ridge. I suck in a breath as she finds the sensitive areas. She watched me tease Vari and learned fast.
She gives a little moan and her body twitches as if Vari shocked her, but I felt no charge, only her pleasure as she comes on his meq.
Vari leans in and takes the head of my meq in his mouth, and I thrust in deeper, loving the feel of their tongues on me. With them both touching me, I can sense the rise of his pleasure and hers. The sharp-edged need of the rut coursing through him, and the way she wants more but is holding back. I understand that feeling. I have wanted more and known that my body couldn’t. I roll the peak of her nipple between my fingers and enjoy the ripple of pleasure that creates in her.
But it’s the brightness of Vari’s release that tips me over. The heat and the need are brutal and terrifying in that heartbeat. My balls tighten and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
Vari swallows everything I spill.
Bridget rests her head on my thigh, and her rapid breaths dance over my skin.
I grab my pants and sit heavily on the ground.
Vari does much the same, hauling Bridget into his lap.
There’s cum on my pants, and some on her shirt. Our spare clothes are back at the camp.
“Next time, we should definitely take our clothes off.” I pull off my boots and socks, remembering why we are by the river in the first place. “I’m going to wash this off.”
“That’s your concern?” Vari asks.
“I can wash and process at the same time…that was…intense. I felt your rut.” I don’t know what I’d thought it would feel like to fuck them both, but it wasn’t like that. Until I’m ready, and Bridget is ready, what I can do with them, her particularly, is limited. Which for the moment, I think is fine.
Bridget pushes herself up. “Are you okay?”
I smile. The ache of being cast off has gone. I have two mates. “Yes. Are you?”
“The thighs were a good idea.” She turns to glance at Vari, who is on his back staring up at the sky as if he’s had his heart stopped with a charge. “Was it enough for you?”
“Yes…very much so.”Thank you for making me see.
