Page 39

I grin, rolling my hips faster, determined to make him come before I do.

Nick presses me down until I’m lying flat on Granger, who wraps his arms around my back and fucks up into me with hard thrusts. I gasp as Nick's fingers press against my back entrance, thrusting in and out of the tight ring of muscle.

"Oh my god." I gasp, not knowing it could feel like this. I've read about butt stuff, but I've never done anything when I'm all by my lonesome.

Nick thrusts deeper inside my asshole as Granger fills up my pussy. I moan loudly, handing myself over to these two men as my body begs for another release.

"You are a filthy girl," Nick says in his deep voice.

I moan, nodding in agreement.

"She likes it when you call her that," Granger grits out.

"Is that true, Toto?" Nick asks and I can tell his fangs are out again from the sound of his voice.

I nod, unable to say anything but gibberish as I let these men do with me what they will.

"You are our dirty girl, Toto," Nick says, his teeth against my ass cheek, and I whimper with need. "Say it," he demands as he slaps my ass hard.

I buck forward, sobbing with the relief from the bite of pain against my ass. I need the sting in the midst of all the pleasure. His hand cracks like a whip against my ass twice more in quick succession.

"I'm your dirty, filthy girl!" I scream out.

He rewards me by thrusting his finger into my back entrance again. Granger reaches between us, his fingers rubbing furiously against my clit as Nick drives his fangs into my ass.

I shatter. My entire body clamps down as fireworks explode behind my eyes, and I let the waves of pleasure take me under. I'm vaguely aware of Granger filling me up with his hot release, and Nick moaning in ecstasy as he drinks his fill, but it's like I'm in a twilight state as my body gives me orgasm after filthy orgasm.

When I re-enter reality, I'm flat on my back and breathing hard as Granger and Nick take turns cleaning me up and caring for me. Granger lifts me up as Nick makes the bed in ten seconds flat, and then I'm sandwiched between them.

As Granger pulls me across his chest and Nick settles in at my back, my heart squeezes with pure joy. I've been in love with these men for ten Oz-years, and I want to make them mine. All three of them.

Two down, one to go.

Chapter twelve

Leo

"Hello?" I call out, ducking through the front door.

Thankfully, it’s wide enough to accommodate my wings, although I still have to lower my head to clear the frame.

I spent hours storming around the woods, eventually getting so lost that I had no choice but to figure out the finer points of flying so I could find my way back to the town square.

Turns out, learning to fly is surprisingly easy when the alternative is plummeting out of a tree.

In desperation, I’d climbed one to get a better view, only for the branch beneath me to decide a giant griffin was well above its weight limit. One second, I was standing, and the next, I was hurtling toward the ground. My wings apparently possess better survival instincts than I do because they snapped open and caught me at the last second.

After that, I spent an embarrassing amount of time leaping, flapping, and occasionally spinning through the air like an idiot until I figured out how to control the damn things.

Thank fuck nobody was around to witness it.

I walk into the living room and drop heavily into an oversized armchair. Most of the furniture is built to accommodate the larger residents of Screaming Woods but also includes human-sized pieces scattered throughout the room. It's an odd combination, but somehow perfect for our group.

Like Goldilocks and the three bears.

Only Toto has dark hair.

And apparently, we’re her three monsters.