“Fuck, so full,” I gasp, “Mmm, getting fucked by both my pack mates is a dream,” I mutter, eyes closing. I drift, stuffed and relaxed.
My orgasm builds bit by bit as Zilas takes me, while he’s taken.
“C’mon, Azane,” Zilas purrs, “Please.”
He nips my neck and Ink’s pace increases.
“Finish,” she demands, voice tight.
I do, body following my ebondenn’s command, my back arching and tail gripping Ink’s thigh tightly. I hear them both moan, and grin even as pleasure wracks me. Ink is usually so quiet. I love hearing her pleasure.
When my eyes open, Zilas has pulled me onto his chest. Ink returns and slaps my thigh lightly, wiping my leaking cunt. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a male, I’ve forgotten what a mess they leave inside. She wipes Zilas’s flaccid blue cock and tosses the towel. She climbs into Zilas’s bed, curling against him.
“Do you mind if we sleep here?” I ask tiredly.
“Stars, no,” Zilas rumbles, voice thick.
As I drift off, I realize it was not thick with sleep, but thick with emotion.
My sweet beta.
Chapter Seven
Tristan
Istand in front of the simple concrete building, roller bag sitting next to me.
This is it.
This is the start of my new life. I grin as I hit the buzzer.
“Hello, do you have an appointment?”
Courtney. The sweet little old lady I had met during my last visit here.
“Hi Courtney, I do. This is Tristan Moore.”
“Ah, right on time,” she chirps as the door buzzes.
I tug the heavy thing open, stepping into the sterile building. My roller bag clicks happily behind me on the tiles as I reach her office.
“Good morning, Tristan!” She smiles as she sets down her knitting. “Are you ready?”
I nod, “So ready.”
“Any questions?”
“Tons, but none you can answer, I believe,” I chuckle.
“Fair enough. Hand me your bag,” she responds, holding out her hand.
I lift it and sit, hands in lap, but legs shaking.Anxious. I’m ready to leave.Give me my magic-implanted-alien-iPods and getme the hell outta here.
“And what is this?” Courtney asks in an outraged tone.
She’s holding up my bright red five-pound bag of coffee beans.
“Uh, coffee?” I answer, rather stupidly. Looking at her, I push my wire-framed glasses back up my nose.I had packed a spare pair, in case the Celnoe couldn’t re-create them.
