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He shifted and stood naked as he liked to be, raising his arms over his head, stretching, and letting out a yawn. “Nope, we’re in the clear. Thought I’d caught onto something, but there was no scent or markings of any kind that something was stalking us. What are you two doing down here when obviously the fun is happening upstairs.”

I just pointed to the window he’d clearly used as my answer.

“Gotcha, welp, I’m off to pet a very pretty pussy,” Circus announced as he darted up the steps with a wave as he passed.

Shaking my head, I followed after him only to crash into the wall as I almost stepped on Dice. “The fuck, man?” I yelled after him.

Growling, I shifted and flew up the steps, planning to corner the motherfucker and remind him who was second in this pride. When I made it into the room, I tumbled over my feet as I saw the twins fucking Nic at the same time. One in her ass, the other in her pussy, fucking her like they meant to split her in half. Nic had her hands on Marco’s shoulders as he feasted on her breasts, with her head tossed back, eyes closed, and mouth open as if she was screaming. Polo had a fist full of hair, forcing her into that arch as he pounded into her.

The whole scene was erotic as fuck, and there was Nine sitting in the armchair, looking like the king he was, stroking his cock. Circus crawled over to Nine, probably to beg for the chance to give the lion a blow job since Nic was busy at the moment. Surprisingly, Nine gave Circus a low warning growl when he got too close, so the leopard backed off.

The man’s feelings clearly weren’t hurt as he flopped onto the mattress and watched the trio fucking as he lazily stroked his cock. The leopard didn’t care who or what he fucked as long as they would use him roughly. Nine and Dice were the only ones out of the five of us who would fuck around with the man. No one until now knew what Dice’s sexual preferences were in partner or taste since he didn’t interact with anyone outside of us unless absolutely necessary. Nine didn’t want a woman thinking she was anything more than a quick fuck, or that she could control him by his cock. Plus, his lion didn’t see Circus as a threat to his position, so it was easier to get his needs met that way when it had been too long.

Fucking leopard had zero shame about his wants, and sometimes I envied that about him.

I spotted Dice stretched out on the couch, watching, eyes half closed, tail lazily curling up, then relaxing again—the picture of feline contentment. Asshole was lucky I was in such a forgiving mood, or I’d have made my point with everyone watching. He would get a pass this time, but when it happened again, I wasn’t going to hold back. Dice wasn’t a feline I could give up any ground with since we were neck and neck for who should hold the vice president position in the pride.

Nicolette’s scream as she shattered between the two men snapped my attention to her. The scent of her heat filled the room in a heady blanket of pheromones that had me shifting back so the second I could get my cock in her, I would. The next few days were going to be wild, and I couldn’t stop grinning because, at the end of it all, we got to bring her back to the crew, and they would all know what happened.

The lioness gets what the lioness wants, and she keeps it—for good.

Chapter 10

Nicolette

Everyone always talks about how they’d like to have sex whenever they wanted, wherever they wanted it. I was here to tell you that dream was fucking magical, and it was the life I was living right now. It had been two full days since my heat kicked in, and when I tell you, the hunger for cock never stopped—I wasn’t joking. I could’ve just been stuffed full with three cocks and come until I passed out, and the moment I came to, I was on the prowl for my next dick to sit on.

No one was safe from my advances, but the guys were always more than willing. As long as they could get it up, it was mine to play with. The whole house smelled like sex, and I fucking loved it. My scent coated each of these men marking them as mine, which made my lioness incredibly pleased. Every so often, I would shift so she could enjoy herself playing keep away from the boys. With the size difference, it typically ended up being Rambler or Nine who did the deed, but the others didn’t seem to mind at all.

I was learning really fucking quickly that when they said the woman was in charge of how things went, they were serious. Sitting, standing, against the wall, in the chair, tub, shower, on the table, whatever my little pussy desired or imagined, I could have. This experience was absolutely going to ruin me for all other sexual encounters, that was for damn sure.

“Fuck.” I groaned. “Circus, that tongue of yours is wicked, so you better not fucking stop.”

Setting down my coffee, I arched in the kitchen chair as Circus feasted on me. We’d been attempting to eat breakfast, but I simply couldn’t focus on much right now. Polo went as far as to spoon-feed my meals so I didn’t go too long without eating.

I grabbed a fist full of Circus’s hair and yanked him back, sliding off the chair right onto his cock. Then I shoved him to the floor and rode him, loving the feel of his dick deep inside me, especially since he had it pierced. The added texture of the jewelry around the head of his cock was divine.

“Yes, ride me, Neko. Use me for your pleasure.” Circus moaned as I twisted at one of his nipples.

It didn’t take me long to figure out that Circus was a total fucking bottom who loved to have someone dictate the terms of sex. There was also an undercurrent of masochism too, I found when I accidentally sliced up his back in the throes of an orgasm. He’d come harder than ever and locked me longer than any time before. The pain had pushed him to the next level of bliss, and I was happy to provide it if he enjoyed that sort of thing. It also helped that, being a shifter, he healed rapidly.

Grinding my clit against him, I growled at the pleasure. Then dropped to lay on his chest so I could kiss him as he fucked me so hard and fast a human could never survive it. His nails had turned to claws and bit onto the flesh of my ass, holding me still as he jackhammered up into me. It was raw, furious, and blew my fucking mind as we both imploded from our orgasm. The feel of him locking me tight, now that I’d gotten used to it, had become a welcome feeling. I’d never been much of a fan of cum, but God, after being pumped full of it for two days, they were changing my mind.

Panting, I lay against Circus’s chest, listening to his racing heartbeat and feeling the sweat that glistened on both of us. I started to chuckle, which then dissolved into full-on hysterical laughter. Circus rolled us over so he could look down at me more easily and cocked a questioning brow.

“Do you have any idea how fucking ridiculous this all is?” I asked once I got my laughter under control. “I’ve known you for forty-eight hours, and here I am on the floor of a kitchen, in a strange house, fucking your brains out. What the hell does that say about me? Like, who in their right mind does this kind of shit? It’s not only that, but did you know I’m a fucking lion? Bro, seriously this has to be the afterlife, and I got my reward for having such a shitty life that I get five men to fuck to my heart’s content.”

Marco’s face magically appeared over mine. “So, it finally hit you. I was wondering how long it was going to take before you cracked.”

“What?” I blurted.

“Seriously, Nic, did you think all of this was going to roll right off you? A life-altering series of events just happened,” Marco pointed out like I didn’t know that already. “It’s normal for the person to freak out, crack under the pressure, and question everything. That’s what’s happening right now. For normal people, it happens after or during the first shift, but you just shrugged your shoulders and ran with it. That’s one thousand percent not normal.”

“But fucking hot,” Circus countered and got a glare from the caracal. “Oh fuck off, like you didn’t think the fact that she took us all on mere hours after waking up from almost dying wasn’t hot? Don’t lie to yourself. It’s not good for your mental health.”

The sound of a chair being pulled back from the table had me snapping my head in the opposite direction. There sat Nine, in his golden muscled glory, hair down and wild around his face. While my lioness and I were functioning in harmony, the human part of me struggled not to dumb down our senses. I kept falling back to what I was used to as a human, and the guys loved to sneak up on me because of it.

“I think we need to talk about next steps,” he announced.