Breath leaked from her lips as she thrashed, bubbles tickled the fine hairs lining her cheeks. Her upper lip, forehead. Bodily submerged, she was scoured clean, thick fingers plumbing her depths. Purged of any trace of the other males who’d already been between her thighs.
Taking liberties where few were given.
But still, she was held beneath the surface until the bubbles began to slow. Until her chest fought and burned.
And when knuckles bumped her glands, deep inside, she gasped, sucking in half a lung full of heated water.
She came up spluttering, hissing with indignant rage—but the male at her back was too desperate to care. Not given a single moment to catch her breath, she was mounted. The head of a fat, blunt cock speared through tender flesh. Not bothering to tease, yet too big to batter his way in with only a single, vicious stroke, the hybrid had to fight for every last inch of conquered pussy.
“Wait—” she yelped, goosebumps rippling over her skin. Trying to scramble free of calloused, greedy fingers before she was drowned right there in the bubbling hot spring. Speared on a prick too big for her slight frame.
“Please—”
Stretching as he squeezed into that tight sheath, the hybrid at her back groaned. Deep and rough. A ragged huff against her nape, but that was all. Not a word of introduction. Not an ounce of civility.
He took her like a beast. Starved for female attention, he was unable to do anything but burrow.
Lips and nose dipping beneath the surface in his haste, she yielded the last inches of her slit to an unstoppable force. Blowing bubbles once more. Flailing with nothing to use for leverage, the pool too deep. Too wide to offer aid.
A hand found purchase in the floating locks of her hair. Made a fist between her ears, then pulled. Dragging her to the edge of the bathing pool by the roots of her hair, the animal at her back was forced to follow or be rejected.
She coughed up a grateful breath, making the cock lodged inside her kick and pulse.
Dark skin met her blurred vision, the bottom edge of flexing abs rippling too close. Her brain fogging with the scent of a heavy, masculine musk. All male, and yet…
Infertile.
She could smell it, just there. Hidden among the other many scents that told her who this male was.
A measure of confidence bloomed hot and twisty along her spine.
Hybrids, both of them. Unable to breed, they’d been born to fight but knew how to nurture. Twice the size of the Anhur, they were deadly and gentle.
And this was the first time she’d ever been able to reallylook.
Sparse, dense hair edged his nape, his shoulders, the top third of his spine—inherited from the sire—he appeared Anhur. But there was evidence of her kind in his broad, sloping features, too. She could see it in the point of his expressive, twitching ears. The slightly elongated canines.
A hybrid’s knot may not be enough to milk her glands into submission… but two?
She smiled. Blinking water from her lashes.
Inviting them to give what she needed.
Uttering a soothing rumble, the hybrid before her returned her smile. Irises swallowed by the black inner ring, only the slimmest sliver of deep, earthy brown remained. He ignored the heavy, pulsing organ hanging between his legs and adjusted her with careful, firm nudges. His touch gentle—almost reverent as he draped her over the pool’s edge.
She hissed as her nipples were dragged over rock, making the sensitive nubs stand stiff and alert. Making her clench around the thick shaft burning her insides.
Ebony skin rippled over bulging, scarred muscles. The only warning she got before the tip of a fat purple head smacked against her chin. Catching the corner of her mouth, her lips parting on a lewd suckingpop.Cock skipping over damp skin, leaving a tacky trail shining across her cheek.
Groaning at the back of his throat, he pulled back to meet her gaze, pushing the heavy curtain of wet, black hair off her forehead. Gathered it in fists at her nape.
And then, heedless of teeth or doing harm, that dark-skinned hybrid male pressed the tip of his prick to her tongue. He fed her a taste that made her gasp, connecting them with a string of pearly white.
Parted lips were an invitation too tempting to ignore, and—both hands fisted in her wet hair—he forced her jaws wider. Pushing until the lip of his helmet wedged between her teeth.
Another hand landed on the back of her skull, driving her forward until she gagged. Entire body flexing in one heave of desperate rejection that went ignored. That was answered by rumbling groans.
Impaled from end to end, the male at her back lifted her from the water, took one step forward, and left her to brace against the rippling muscle of the one leaking precum in her mouth. A helpless position that saw her pussy flush with slick once more. Easing the friction water alone couldn’t assuage.
