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VIOLET

I veered off the path leading to my house and tugged the shirt over my head. Between my legs became increasingly needy. My underwear was sure to be drenched. My left claiming mark noticeably warmed. He was so close.

I huddled behind a tree and tugged down my leggings, but I was too late. My mate’s potent pheromones slammed into me before he did. Graham gripped my waist and then I was on the ground, my face smushed into the dirt and my pants were ripped off.

The suddenness squeezed the breath from my lungs. There wasn’t a moment to brace because his cock shoved inside my slick channel.

He seated himself deep, ramming his knot in. I screamed, bucking to meet his thrust. He slid out and then slammed back inside me with such fervor that it rocked me forward. I whined, clawing my fingers into the dirt and gyrating back. With brutal thrusts he claimed me, giving me everything I could possibly need. I whimpered and took every one of his harsh ruts.

A growl, different, more aggressive, rumbled in his chest. He suddenly lifted me, clasping me against him with one arm, but keeping me secured on his cock. Graham faced something, but I didn’t have the capacity to think. Nor did I care about his pissy-ness, he should focus on fucking me. I sank my fingers into his arm, digging my nails against his skin, but he didn’t give me what I wanted.

“He’s in a rut.” My other mate. He was here, watching.

Graham’s torso flexed against my back, and he inhaled. Immediately, he calmed.

Simon’s words faded into my thoughts for later. Graham, not deeming him an enemy, pushed me face forward against the tree. I grabbed on for dear life as he pulled my hips back and continued to slide into me with harsh pumps.

An orgasm gripped my channel and squeezed him. Starbursts went off behind my closed eyelids and it took all of me to grip onto the tree. Moisture slicked down my thighs and the excruciating pleasure tapered off. The brief flash of relief at coming settled over my psyche for only a brief moment and was chased away by his thrusting. Graham groaned and the sound of his pleasure shot me into another orgasm. My stomach clenched from the force of it and my ears began to ring.

My hands went limp, but Simon was there to catch me. He slid my arms around his wide, human shoulders, holding me for Graham as he wrung another release from me. I sank my teeth into Simon’s bared shoulder. He grunted and shuddered, exhaling in my ear with a groan.

“Fuck, mate, I’m trying to be good, and you’re ripping my effort to shreds.”

Graham sank his teeth into his claiming mark. I cried out, thrashing back against him. My scream was muffled against Simon’s chest.

The shaft inside me pulsed and his knot throbbed, indicating his impending release. He suddenly pulled out of me and liquid spurted across my butt. The warm gush painted across my skin until it dripped. Graham’s groan was deep and guttural and his single hand propping me up squeezed my hip.

Warmth pressed against my butt as he slid the tip of his cock over his seed. His large, furred hand slid over it and he smoothed it up the sides of my body.

All he was doing was flaring my lust. He needed to get in me, now. I wiggled my ass backwards with a whine.

“What are you doing?”

“You smell of another male.” Simon rumbled in front of me, explaining Graham’s urge. I slid my palm over his smooth skin and worked my way down, halting over his abs then gripped his cock. He groaned, his hips bucking into my hand. He was hard and damp from his precum dripping from the tip.

His breath hitched and he shuddered, shifting. His size lifted me higher from the ground. I gripped tight on his fur and tugged at his cock.

Simon groaned, stepping forward into my space until he was flush against me. Graham slid back inside me with a brief whine, seating himself until his knot pushed inside.

Simon’s shaft rubbed against my belly, slathering me with his precum. His chest vibrated with a purr. Every one of my nerve endings were alive. My hands settled on his shoulders, bunching his fur as he flattened against my front. I took hold of his girth and squeezed. Liquid dripped onto the top of my hand. I guided him to my entrance, leaning back against Graham’s chest.

I writhed like I could make him get in me faster.

The tip prodded my entrance, and the back of my fingers grazed Graham. I fit the tip of Simon’s cock into my channel. The fit was snug. Simon hissed out between his frightening teeth.

“Take us, sweet mate,” Graham growled in my ear, his long tongue lashing across my temple.

“I love you, mates,” I breathed, rolling my hips to take the rest of Simon’s cock.

Graham and Simon purred, and their hips simultaneously thrust—filling me up. Unbridled desire overpowered all sense. Liquid dripped down my thighs, but I didn’t care. The haze of lust sucked me under, and I happily gave in.