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We argued about which room she’d stay in, at least at first, but we wouldn’t force her. She could pick her own; although, inside, I wanted her in mine. It was the biggest and the one that had the most room where I could devour her in the best of ways.

I knew all three of us wanted to go to her, but we stayed back and focused on preparing a meal for her. I gathered fresh waterearlier and went about setting the table. This was something we were unfamiliar with—eating this way.

But we’d watched Goldie throughout the years, seen her do these actions. She'd eaten at the table like we crafted for her, and while she enjoyed her meal, she would read what we knew were called books.

Once the fish was prepared and the porridge was done, I gathered fresh berries and set them in the center of the table. And then we stood back and watched her. She wasn’t in the same spot; she had moved closer, her curiosity saturating the air.

“Come and eat,” Bruin said. His voice was gruff and growly, but I knew he meant nothing aggressive by it.

Still, I shot him a frustrated glance and silently told him to be gentler.

“I’m not hungry,” she whispered almost instantly, and right away, her stomach growled.

Ursid chuckled and pulled out one chair, his long claws gently scraping the wood.

“Come sit, our sweet, little female. Let us feed you.” He made sure his tone was softer, or as gentle as creatures like us could speak.

She still didn’t move, although she eyed the food. Her stomach rumbled again.

“We’d never hurt you,” I finally said. I turned and moved toward the shelf that held a few of the books I’d taken from the village. The covers were soft, brown leather, the pages aged parchment in a yellowing shade.

“Do you not remember us? Remember who led you back home?” I watched the act of her little pink tongue moving along her full lower lip. “We’ve been watching you, Goldie. We’ve been protecting you, making sure you were safe.”

I could see the way her breathing changed, picking up a little. The truth of my words was not lost on her. She knew who wewere. Shefeltthat instant connection, had for as long as we’d been watching her.

But we were patient, painfully so. We waited... figuratively and literally.

All three of us took a step back, waiting for her to feel comfortable enough to come forward. Finally, she let out a deep breath and crept closer.

I wanted to growl in pleasure, let her hear me purring in contentment. But I held it in, knowing the noise might have that wall going back up in place.

She stopped several times, eyeing us and then the food. Her belly rumbled in response to the sweet smells and sight of the warm dinner.

Although I tried to keep my desire buried deep, there was no stopping my arousal at having Goldie near. I was fully erect, my cock throbbing, pre-cum a steady drip out the tip, landing on the wooden floor at my clawed-feet.

I didn’t have to see if my brothers were hard to know they were in the same pleasure-induced situation as I was.

And every time Goldie glanced down to where our erections sprang forth from the thick patch of dark fur at our groins, I felt my length throb and more semen spill out.

I rumbled low in warning and cast an irritated glare at my brothers, communicating without words to shield themselves to make her more comfortable.

They made their own annoyed sounds but slid their massive paws down to their groins, covering their hard cocks. I could smell our semen coating the air and hear it dripping onto the floor.

She licked those luscious lips again, then came forward, making sure she wasn’t looking at us. If I could have smiled, I would have in that instance.

Our little female was too cute.

She eyed the book right away, running her fingers across the leather-bound top, then over the stitching along the spine. “Where did you get this?” she whispered, and I wondered if she spoke to us or herself.

“I crept through the night, hiding in the shadows as I went into the village.” My voice was low, husky with my arousal. “I stole it, along with others, just for you.” She looked at me, her red lips parting. “We wanted to give you the things you enjoy, that bring you pleasure.” I pointed a claw at the basket on the table. “I gathered as many pink berries as I could, knowing you enjoy them.”

Bruin came closer. “I caught the fish you love, only keeping the best ones for your meals.”

Ursid was next, pushing the bowl of porridge forward, his paw dwarfing the ceramic container. “I know how much you enjoy a hot bowl of oats. I even added fresh honey, because you have a sweet tooth.”

She made a soft sound, glancing at all of us, then shook her head and closed her eyes. “I don’t understand any of what's going on.” She sat down as if her legs gave out, her voice nothing but a mere whisper.

How I wanted to touch her, to stroke her lush curves and thick golden waves that fell over her shoulders.