“P-please?—”
He bit down into the back of my neck with his fangs and ecstasy tore through me, my inner walls clenching around him in pulsing waves.
He came with a stuttered groan, withdrawing his fangs from my neck and licking the wound closed a second later. Benedict withdrew with a slick sound, his cock shining with my essence, making way for Kieran.
Kieran flipped me onto my side, careful of my swell, and draped one of my legs over his hip. He aligned his ridged cock with my drenched pussy.
“My turn,” he panted, easing in at first, relishing how my heat swallowed him. I gasped, reaching back to clutch his thigh as he thrust, quicker than Benedict, unyielding in his drive.
Ronan positioned himself across from me, his hazy gaze letting me know Kieran had already brought him his release. He leaned in and offered his neck, his hands roving up and down my body, stopping to pinch and tweak my nipples. His bronze and gold scales gleamed as I bit down into his neck, drinking my fill.
Now that I was pregnant, I needed blood constantly from my mates. It was a good thing there were three of them! Otherwise I’d drained one mate like?—
I froze, my brain connecting what I was doing to Anar’s lifeless corpse.
“Wren, what’s wrong?”
I shook my head. It wasn’t the same at all. Was it?
Ronan claimed my mouth in a hungry kiss and Iabandoned myself to it, our tongues battling while Kieran continued to hammer from behind. Kieran’s palms explored me—one squeezing my breast, twisting the nipple, the other teasing my clit to stoke the fire anew. I pulled away from Ronan’s lips to moan.
Benedict bent over me, offering his wrist. I bit down, trying not to think about Anar as I drank.
Kieran’s movements faltered, his cock thickening within me as my climax loomed. He nipped my shoulder, scales rasping against mine, then roared as his seed surged hot into my core.
“You can come,” Benedict told me.
I cried out in relief as I tumbled over the edge on command, my inner muscles drawing every drop from him, shudders wracking my frame. Kieran lingered, rocking against me before slipping free, his release seeping from my well-used entrance.
Ronan took his place, his golden eyes fixed on my heated expression. I stayed on my side, sleepy and sated. The mingled cum from my mates leaked out, blending with my own wetness. Ronan’s cock prodded my folds before gliding in smoothly, the lubrication letting him bottom out instantly.
“So full already, but you can take more,” he whispered, setting a consistent pace, hips circling to press his base to my clit.
Benedict and Kieran stayed near me, Benedict presenting his persistent erection to my lips. I turned, mouth opening to take him in, tongue laving the tip as I sucked and hollowed my cheeks. Kieran waited his turn on the other side, and I switched between them, savoring the combined tastes on my tongue. Ronan’s tempo surged, his drives forceful, sac tapping my rear. He caressed my belly, the claiming gesture igniting fresh sparks.
My cries muffled around Benedict’s cock as Ronan plunged harder, his bronze scales grazing my white ones in hypnotic friction. Pressure coiled tight in my core, my pussy spasming along his length. He grunted, burying himself fully for his final thrust, cum bursting forth to add to the heat within. That flood tipped me into bliss; I wailed around Kieran’s shaft, convulsions seizing me.
My mates encircled me, their touches and kisses mapping my skin. Benedict lapped the spend from my inner thighs, Kieran nursed at my breasts, and Ronan sealed his mouth over mine, our tails weaving together. I reveled in the satisfaction, my pregnant body fulfilled, wings folding around us like a vibrant shroud.
We fell asleep in a tangle of limbs and love.
Chapter Five
WREN
Screams woke me while I was still in the hammock.
Benedict dove headfirst out of the treehouse and flew down toward the eastern cliffs before I’d even sat up. Kieran was right behind him, and Ronan stayed back with me, wings flared with anxiety.
“Let me up!” I insisted, baring my fangs at him and struggling ridiculously as the hammock turned and tilted.
“Wren, you must stay here until we know what the threat is.” Yet he held the hammock still, steadying it.
“I can fucking stand up!” I snarled at him, in no mood to be treated like a child.
He reluctantly helped me up and I waddled to the edge of the platform. I couldn’t see from here, but I knew flying wouldn’t be smart in my condition. I hadn’t flown in weeks, and already my wings ached thinking about it.
“Walk me down,” I insisted.
