Page 46 of Fated or Knot (UnseelieVerse: The Omega Masquerade #1)

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LARK

K auz stood and came up behind me, cupping my breasts through my underclothes. He nipped my jaw and whispered, “But I will still have you first.”

Tormund made a guttural ach .

The winged fae hummed back playfully as he helped me work my breast band free. His fingertips left a lingering tingle on my skin from a bit of magic as he caught the sensitive orbs and tweaked my nipples just right. I moaned, arching for more.

“It’s a great idea. He’ll get my pussy stretched and ready for your, um, full rage form,” I said a little breathlessly.

“And if Lark goes into heat from this, you’re here to help her. Especially if you go into rut,” Kauz added.

“Rut?” Tormund’s form had swelled with muscle, his voice deepening with power and fire. “Why would I go into rut?”

I blinked in confusion, since I thought rut was contagious. “Did Marius shield his side of the pack bond from you on the train?” Kauz asked.

“Aye. I thought he was hiding something!”

“Maybe you won’t go into rut, then,” I murmured. And hopefully my heat wouldn’t come, even if I took my redcap mate in his literal hottest form.

Kauz slowly circled his hands down my belly, spreading tingles and leaving shivers in his wake. His starry gaze flashed between his brother and me. “How many times have you two lain together?” he asked.

“Just the one time,” Tormund muttered.

“Ah, it shows. Don’t just sit there…touch her.”

In answer, he lifted his hands, brandishing lengthening claws that could pass for knives. I swallowed nervously at the sight of them, and the thicket of fangs starting to poke from behind his lips.

Kauz shook his head and undid the button on my pants, helping me shimmy out of them. “How do you expect her to take you in any form if you don’t try to use what you have?” he reasoned.

“Easy for you to say,” Tormund grumbled.

It was possible he was thinking about this too hard. I hooked my thumb into my panties and eased them down, letting the smell of my slick hit the air between us. His nostrils flared as chocolate and honey crackers mingled perfectly with the smoky caramelized mallows that made up his scent.

Kauz tapped my shoulder. “Before we test him more, do you still want to try the mesh?” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I said, though my cheeks stained. For as often as I’d been with my mates lately, there was one part of me that remained untouched save for the occasional brush and tease. He intended to change that today.

He nudged his knee between my legs and explained what he was doing to Tormund, who watched while clutching his thick thighs. “An essence mesh is made to help with ass play.” Those tingling fingers brushed through my lower lips, gathering up my slick. “It sizes itself up to stretch the recipient without tearing, and provides lubrication and a barrier for cleanliness.”

I tried to hold still as he circled a slick-coated fingertip around the rim of my ass. That tight ring of muscle started to yield as I whimpered, wings quivering from the unusual feeling of him touching me there. The lingering essence he left behind also helped, turning the sensation from strange to welcome as I started to enjoy it.

“Can you make something like that for her, um, lady parts?” Tormund asked.

I nearly giggled. “You can say pussy, Tormund. It’s okay.”

“I want to be respectful!” he protested.

Kauz wiggled his fingertip deeper in my ass and I squealed, flapping in place. “That just, that’s what it’s called,” I said, once I settled and my dream warden looped an arm around my waist to hold me steady against his chest. “You’re very respectful, my gentle giant.”

He wiggled his shoulders proudly, even as a half-shifted rage monster.

I giggled and moaned at the same time. Kauz was casting the spell now, but it just felt like he was wiggling his finger around in my ass. The mesh supposedly started about as thick as a thread, before slowly expanding into a cylinder of interwoven essence a little larger than the size of the average alpha cock and relaxing from there unless I then take a cock. It wouldn’t help me also take a knot back there, but nothing would except for an excruciating tear in a very intimate place. Knots were still only for my pussy to squeeze.

“Time to be less respectful,” Kauz put in. He withdrew his finger and placed a kiss on my cheek. “Get up for a moment, Tormund. You’ll want to lay out on your front.”

He followed directions without complaint, a hint of nerves stealing over his fanged expression. I glanced back at Kauz, wondering what he was thinking. “He’s still perfectly capable of licking,” he said.

Oh, that he was. I perched on the armrest in front of where Tormund’s chin rested, now that he’d laid stretched out across and partially off the small couch. He got the idea too, nostrils flared to scent my slick. He inched forward and exhaled over my thigh to expel a cloud of smoke and visible heat before he unrolled his tongue.

My wings fluttered in delight. The rage form had something seriously going for it: that tongue was nice and long. Stars, the things he could do with that… I’m sure there was a practical fire fae purpose for it growing along with the fangs and all, but with some practice, I had another job for it.

“C’mere,” I murmured, spreading my pussy lips with two fingers. Need and pre-heat sweetened my scent further to beckon to his alpha instincts. He rumbled with a deep purr and seated his face in the cradle of my thighs. I yelped as he delved into me with a long lick, his fiery gaze flashing to mine in the next breath. I grabbed onto his horns, elongated nicely into the perfect handholds, and tugged him closer.

“Not too hot?” I thought he asked. Hard to tell with his tongue otherwise occupied.

“Not too hot,” I confirmed. I kept my legs off his back, though, as I could feel the draft of heated air that tented the back of his shirt.

His breath was a breeze of similarly heated gusts. The temperature felt good against my pussy, which pulsed greedily for more when he delved the wet muscle of his tongue into my channel.

I thought of Tormund as something of a food connoisseur, raised knowing what the very best tasted like and dining well off of it. Once he loosened up and started to let himself enjoy my taste, he ate like I was a quality dessert served warm and fresh.

He tossed his spectacles aside and smothered himself without placing so much as an edge of a fang on my most sensitive flesh. “You’re doing great,” I moaned. “You’re heating me up just right. I had no idea it’d feel this good…”

My pussy squeezed and rewarded him with a hot gush of slick, which he lapped up with an eager noise. The way my core fluttered, pulsing with my heartbeat, reminded me of the feeling of perfuming. With a flush spreading and sweat beading across my skin from proximity to his rage form’s internal heat…this could be the next trigger my heat had been waiting for.

I’d never expected it to be so painless. It could be as easy as slipping into Tormund’s ministrations and letting go of my lingering anxiety. To trust my body and my instincts to take over for a little while.

Wait. Stars, don’t go into heat now. I hadn’t released my white-knuckled grip on my heat yet, and I wouldn’t today unless it was absolutely necessary. I needed my nest and all four of the males I loved to see me through my most vulnerable time. I pushed away the possibility. I would not succumb today, even if it would hurt later.

My gaze landed on Kauz, who was quietly working his shirt off while he watched me writhe on Tormund’s face. The dream warden’s expression had a hint of concern, though it smoothed out to his usual knowing look as he nodded at me. There were visual signs of heat, and I wondered if he’d just watched me have a flare up before putting myself back together. He cupped the bulge in his pants and winked, scattering sparkles from his icy lashes.

I smiled back at him, before a possessive growl from my giant rumbled straight to my center. He lifted me, one huge hand under my thighs, the other spread across my lower back. This gave him a better angle and his writhing tongue reached depths that had my toes curling. “Tormund,” I moaned.

He slowed, eyes widening. “N-no, no, don’t stop,” I practically begged.

Seeming confused, he resumed his mind-melting delving. I pulled his horns and the short fluff of his hair, grinding against his face for more until I came apart. He purred again as I practically drenched his face with my come and went slack with relief.

“I didn’t hurt the li’l bird,” he said to himself, grinning broadly up at me, fangs all on display without a hint of his usual self-consciousness.

His giddiness was infectious. “No, quite the opposite. You can take a lick any time you like,” I said. We just needed to work on his confidence, I thought. Having him knot me safely would be a great first step.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he said agreeably. “What now?”

I had him put me down. Kauz was naked from the waist up, and getting that way so quickly was a bit of a feat when he had extra buttons and ties on his shirts to make the fabric fit around his wings. I admired his lean muscles while he flashed his teeth in a sparkle of white. “Do you want to watch?” I asked Tormund. He’d avoided this last time, I now realized. Would it set off the rage worse to see me with another male, even his packmate?

He breathed a soft ach and squinted between Kauz and me. “Have fun with the kinky bat. You deserve a bed. I’ll cool myself off and wait here,” he said.

I snorted in surprise. Kinky bat? I mean, it fits. “Better than ‘nerd,’” the dream warden sighed.

“Or ‘oaf.’ The li’l bird calls me a bear,” Tormund said proudly.

“Fitting. I’m taking the bird away now,” Kauz chuckled. He met my gaze and inclined his head toward the bedroom.

After one last glance at the still-smoldering redcap, I went in that direction, and Kauz closed the bedroom door behind us. “Is this the last time I get to have you in reality before your heat?” he asked in a low voice.

“I think so.” I couldn’t help a little shiver of fear.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured. He closed the distance between us to rest his hands on my hips and his forehead against mine.

“I know I shouldn’t be afraid.”

“There’s no shame in it.”

“It’s just—that vile pack…” I hiccupped and cursed to myself as a single tear slid down my cheek. I’d known that the news about Pack Ellisar would truly hit me later, and here it was.

He enveloped me in his wings. It remained the safest place for my instincts, being surrounded by his purple leather and stars. “You’ve feared them for so long, you associate them and your heat,” he supplied.

“And now that they’re back?—”

“They’re not.” Sparks flashed in his eyes like lightning strikes. “Between Fal, Marius, and the royal pack, they will be dead before we return to Neslune.”

“What happened to writing to Queen Alora about executing Theli subjects?”

“This is different.” He cupped my face, wiping away the trace of wetness staining my cheeks. “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this, but the letter was a thin excuse for the royal pack to have time to torture Cymora. They have an equally valid reason to hate her. Your parents’ murders, namely Dorei’s.”

I felt myself teetering over a chasm the moment he mentioned Cymora and death together. It was hard enough to come to terms with the fact that she’d murdered both of my parents. For what? There was never a good reason, only her own desires. So, I didn’t balk at the idea that Cymora was being tortured, perhaps as we spoke.

“They didn’t ask the Theli royal pack about torturing her in the meantime?” I mused.

“They don’t have to. They can do as they wish. The letter was merely a polite formality, and if it’s not answered soon, they’ll proceed with the execution and give the equivalent of a shrug if Queen Alora is upset. The timing will depend on when my parents feel satisfied, not if and when they receive a reply from Thelis.”

That made sense. Perhaps more sense than the idea that they were waiting for permission from Queen Alora to execute her. Rennyn had told me a kind half-truth, so I wouldn’t have to wrestle with the idea of Cymora suffering during my recovery.

“In the case of Pack Ellisar, there are no excuses. You’re the godchild of the royal pack, my brothers’ scent match, and my Always. They will be branded enemies of the crown, if they haven’t already been, with generous bounties for their carcasses. So, they are not back by any stretch of the imagination. They won’t get within a sniff of your heat.”

As I looked up at him and took in his conviction, I hoped the stars in my eyes danced. “Thank you. I needed to hear that,” I said. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Always.”

My fingers drifted to his waistband, and he caught them before I got far. “We don’t have to,” he murmured.

“You don’t want to?” Star, way for me to kill the mood.

“I didn’t say that. It just strikes me how selfish it is to claim you before Tormund, who has sought a way to control his rage form for years. I have made love to you plenty at night. I can let him have a turn,” he said.

“You were going to stretch me out for him,” I pointed out. “Also, I haven’t felt the mesh yet.”

“Well, my fingers work fine for that purpose. And I haven’t activated it, so of course you haven’t felt anything,” he teased.

He had me lift my leg, and supported it around his hip while he slipped his fingers through my slick. I shuddered from the first contact of his tingling magic. “What is that?”

“Just me casually manipulating your nerve endings. Is it too much?” he asked.

“I didn’t say that,” I echoed playfully.

He smiled, though he stilled his fingers, cupping my pussy. “Lark,” he said, like he didn’t already have my complete attention and focus. “Once Tormund and I make love to you today, you may only need to have sex one more time to trigger your heat. You should save it for Fal.”

“I agree, but I’d like to hear your reasoning.”

“Ah, tell me you don’t see him putting the good of the pack first,” was all he said. He spread his hand and sent a jolt of magic into my ass. I yelped as a strange sort of tension pressed against the sides of my back entrance. “Give that ten minutes or so.”

I nodded, breathing shallowly. He’d suggested earlier that I might like the mesh and really enjoy ass play once prepared for it properly. My knees felt a little weak already, as the expanding magic reminded me a lot of how a knot felt as it expanded and locked into place.

Kauz leaned in to kiss me as he spread his fingers. His thumb circled my clit ever so slowly, while his middle three fingers slipped into my pussy and spread out. He teased the inside edge of my ass with his pinky, treating it as gently as he did the bundle of nerves at the apex of my slit.

Our tongues twined, filling my mouth with a strong taste of Always. His nostrils flared like he sensed it too. He didn’t stop me when I went for his waistband again, freeing him from the rest of his clothing. I admired his strong form with my fingertips as he coaxed out my pleasure one stroke at a time.

I ran my thumb through the pearl of liquid beaded at the head of his shaft and spread it down his length, stroking with a reverent hand. Though he throbbed around my fingers, he eased off the pressure just as my breathing changed, and instead of chasing another peak, I came back down with a ragged sigh.

He parted from my lips to murmur, “I think it’s time.”

It was, but I wanted so much more of him. I’ll get my fill of Kauz tonight in another dream. For now, I needed to love on a giant.

We emerged from the bedroom together. Tormund hadn’t moved except to remove his clothes and fold them neatly off to the side. His thick brow drew in as he squinted at us. “That was fast.”

I bent to retrieve his spectacles and placed them back on the bridge of his nose. “Kauz talked me out of it,” I said.

“He…did?” Despite his confused frown, he wasted no time in pulling me in to straddle him on the couch. “I’m not complaining. I’ve mostly cooled off.”

Though a fresh wave of warmth lifted from him as he spoke. He was tracing the outline of my hips and waist, careful of the claws starting to grow from his nailbeds again. He cast a glare at his own hands with a frustrated ach .

“It’s okay, Tormund. I’ll touch you instead,” I said.

I traced the loop of his alpha mark and tiny fires ignited in his eyes again. I rubbed his padded stomach as he watched, clenching his clawed hands by his sides. “When I can control myself, I will touch you. That’s a promise, li’l bird. I want to know every inch of you, and to map your pleasure without any fear of hurting you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” I said, convinced that my gentle giant would rather die than leave a single bruise.

“I won’t. I would never hurt you. The stars gave me and my pack a perfect omega. You put up with all our problems, even mine.” Heat and muscle stretched the skin below my fingertips, revealing the inferno burning within him. The orange tint of flame shining through him made his brassy skin glow like molten metal. He was venting heat through his back, so touching his chest directly was like resting my palm on a sunbaked stone.

“I love you,” I answered.

He lifted his hand and cupped my neck with his massive fingers, trembling with restraint all the while. “I love you too. That’s why I—” A growl cut him off as I tried to circle his shaft with my hand and gave it a testing stroke. It was heavy and enlarged already, pulsing with the heat of him.

“Kiss me. Trust yourself a little.” If only he trusted himself as much as I trusted him. Such a gentle soul stuck in a body that was capable of things he was afraid of. I wondered if he’d be more interested in testing his limits once he had the sense of control he longed for.

He met my lips, kissing carefully with closed lips so I didn’t cut myself on a fang. The sweetness of caramelized mallows clung to him, though he smelled more like smoke now that his internal fire was lit and swelling. If I waited or teased him more, he’d be too big to handle.

I held his cheek, gazing into the reflection of tenderness in his fiery eyes. “And trust me, too. I’m going to take that knot and you’re going to feel so much better. All right?”

He tilted his head, showing his throat in a trust display. My breath caught for a moment. “All right, li’l bird,” he said in a low, crackling voice.

I ran my thumb through his beard and held his gaze as I angled the head of his shaft just right and sank the first couple inches onto him. He clenched his jaw with a strangled growl. “Don’t hold it back. I’ll tell you if it’s too much,” I murmured.

“Not too hot?” he asked again.

I circled my hips as I lowered a few inches more, working his massive cock into me about as quickly as I could handle it. His shaft pulsed; if anything it matched the temperature of my pre- heat. It felt perfect and my pussy stretched to adapt to his size so far. “Not too hot,” I confirmed.

Smoke escaped in two long tendrils from the corners of his mouth. He breathed through his teeth, growling with every exhale. I had yet to meet his fully shifted form, and fucking him while he swelled with heat and strength was not the way I’d expected him to coax it free. It seemed after his claws, horns, and fangs elongated and sharpened, it was a matter of size.

With my hands braced on his chest, I could feel the monstrous form stretch his body. The heat mounted, but he expelled most of it in a cloud that dampened my body with sweat. His muscles twitched and grew in slow increments, making him broader, especially in the chest and arms.

And his cock… oh . I was glad to set the pace. Once I fully sheathed him, I preferred for his length to be inside me for the jumps in size. He stretched my pussy just as effectively as the mesh in my backside, and my legs shook each time he expanded my channel a little more. I moaned and writhed on him as he continued to test how much I could take.

Tormund’s expression shaded from worry to heat. He seemed to realize I was enjoying the changes as they came, and not getting hurt. He started to move with me. The impact of his hips on mine gave me a boost up his shaft. No matter how gentle he wanted to be, he’d grown to twice my size and many, many times my strength. Something he didn’t let himself forget even as he finally started to touch me.

The back edge of a claw, tracing my cheekbone. Fingertips on my wings. I curled my fingers on his chest, barely even scratching his thickened hide. “More,” I moaned.

“More.” His echo hit the body-shaking tone of a seriously large and powerful male, and I quivered head to toes as I felt it pass over me.

“Talk to me,” I added. “Talk more.”

“What do you want me to say?”

My pussy squeezed him greedily. I felt those low vibrations to my core. “A-anything. The weather. Just talk.”

“It is nice outside? Half day, half night.”

“Tell me I’m yours,” I coaxed with a throaty moan.

He sucked in a breath. No matter how sweet he was, he was still an alpha to his core. He growled, “ Mine ,” with the force of an avalanche. I barely refrained from coming on the spot as I shook with his claim.

He leaked trails of smoke as he panted, his fingers flexing close to my hips. There was still just a little hesitation warring with the alpha desire to grab my hips and claim me hard.

“D-do it. Fuck me,” I coaxed.

The flames in his gaze brightened. He closed his hands ever so carefully around my hips and pulled me into each powerful jolt of his hips. At the apex of each, his heat lingered as his length twitched, on the cusp of a full release. I clutched his arms to brace for how hard he might unleash in me.

Each of his heavy exhales held a snarl and his knot swelled and bumped against my ass. He seemed huge, even seated below me, a mighty redcap just as he was born to be, of a bloodline of kings and ancient conquerors of battlefields.

Yet still my gentle giant. The tendons on his neck stood out with his restraint, giving him a moment to ask in the lowest rumble yet, “May I knot you?”

I swear my heart swelled just like he had, expanding just for him. “Stars. Yes .” I would’ve begged for it. I needed to feel him fully claim me.

He smiled toothily and pulled me into it while I angled my hips, twisting so the edge of his knot slipped inside my pussy to make way for the whole thing. The great drum of his heartbeat matched the flickering of the molten flames within him. His gigantic knot locked into place. He came with a redcap roar full of monstrous, crackling menace, but I was not afraid even for a moment.

My eyes crossed as his burning hot seed flooded my core. I came screaming his name, and my breeder’s delight was, well, delighted at how I could feel the liquid weight of his heated come settling inside me. I fell against his chest, boneless and trembling as we traded bliss, with my channel still squeezing his knot for more.

His body shifted abruptly under my cheek, becoming smaller with a great gust of hot steam. Thank the stars this poor couch had a fireproofing spell, otherwise we would’ve set it alight. I shifted and settled on his knot again, seating it firmly inside me. It hadn’t reached its maximum size when he was in full rage form, so it was still inflating and spurting ropes of seed, which further drew out my pleasure.

He stroked my cheek without the threat of claws and made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. I cracked my eyes open to look up at him, feeling like we’d reversed roles. If he was about to cry, I was going to be quite upset.

“I can feel the rage settling, li’l bird. It’s contained. Finally .” His eyes were gray and held a hint of shine. Tears of joy. He squished me in a bear hug as a pair of tears evaporated off his face with a sizzle.

“I’m so happy it worked,” I said, muffled against his chest.

“Thank you. Thank you so much. Knotting really did satisfy the rage,” he said with wonder.

“You’re welcome.” I would have said anytime but it felt a little impersonal for the intimacy we’d just shared. Even if he could knot me most any time he wanted to, after we became official packmates.

He came a bit more, which had us moaning together again. I mourned that, once I worked myself free of his knot today, I had to somehow stay off my mates’ cocks until we were gathered and ready for my heat.

Kauz shifted and cleared his throat. He’d settled on the chair I’d pulled over earlier, and had held himself quite still. I jumped, having forgotten he was even there, and Tormund gave a great startle. “Ah! Ach . Were you watching this whole time?” he demanded.

The winged fae raised a brow. “Aye. With a stunning spell ready, just in case. Not that I doubted you for a moment, Tormund, but that’s my Always who just took you in full rage form.” He pinched the side of a lightning bolt made of his starry white essence and snapped it like the string of a bow. It hit the floor and dissipated into sparks.

“I understand,” Tormund replied. “I’d stun me, too. Twice. I mean, if?—”

I giggled and spoke up to interrupt him. “I’m ready for you,” I said to Kauz, trying to wiggle my ass. He got the idea, at least, and drew to his feet.

Since I’d had a flaming hot redcap to fuck, I hadn’t noticed when the stretch in my ass had stopped, but the essence mesh was a cool counterpoint to how heated my body had gotten. It’d stretched me and then let my ass relax back to its natural state, but now ready to be claimed. Kauz squeezed my hips and ass while he stole a sideways kiss, before he strode out of my line of sight.

“First, you both look like you need this,” he said, returning with two full glasses of water.

I said thanks, while Tormund narrowed his eyes. “What are you planning?”

Kauz grinned. “Drink up. You’re going to want to be hydrated for this.”

I’d already downed my entire glass. “Trust the kinky bat,” I whispered with my hand over my mouth. Tormund tipped his head in acknowledgment and started drinking.

The winged fae shook his head. “Please don’t call me that around Fal, I’ll never hear my real name again. More water, sweetheart?”

“Okay. I’m good. Don’t you want to…?”

“Aye, very much so.” He took Tormund’s glass when he emptied it and set the two glasses aside. He had his brother reposition us so he laid on his back and I was kneeling, still knotted.

Kauz climbed onto the couch behind me, his touch spreading familiar tingles as he cupped my hips and ass again and leaned me forward as much as I could go. “You said you wanted to touch her, Tormund. Now’s your opportunity,” he invited.

The giant didn’t need much more encouragement. He started with my breasts, kneading them while I glanced over my shoulder. My dream warden smiled reassuringly. “I know this is new. Tell me to stop at any time, if you’re not liking it.”

I nodded and smiled back, fully trusting that he knew what he was doing.

He worked a single finger into my ass, giving it a testing wiggle. My wings trembled as he tested and poked at the mesh, and my channel squeezed Tormund’s knot. He came more on reflex, drawing a moan out of us both.

Oh, stars. As soon as my body stopped clenching, I explored Tormund’s body too, stroking the planes of his face and through the texture of his beard. He smiled at me, his expression soft with emotion. I was glad we could share this pleasure and experiment together.

My wings twitched and quivered anew when Kauz worked a second finger into my ass to flex and tease. He sawed them back and forth in a thrusting motion that, once I was used to it, felt amazing. It wasn’t as sensitive as my pussy, but it was a close second. “Is this all right?” he asked.

“Yes! I think you could take me now,” I said.

Tormund’s eyes were just now widening in realization as the teasing around the rim of my ass triggered my channel to squeeze him again.

“Oh, really?” Kauz pulled his hand free and rose to his knees, moving to mount me. “Tormund, you know what you should do?”

“Hmm?”

“Play with her clit.” He was lining his tip up with my ass as he added, “Lick your fingers first.”

Tormund grumbled an annoyed ach and did as instructed while I released a short-lived giggle. The male behind me slid his cock all the way into my ass and my body adapted to him without pain. The sense of pressure where I’d never had pressure before had me clenching down. Tormund and I shared another blinding moment of pleasure from it.

The giant groaned and threw back his head, releasing a mouthful of smoke and steam. He didn’t recover until I did, and then he pressed his thumb between my legs to circle my clit. I was going to go crazy, between the two of them, and Kauz hadn’t even moved yet. “So tight,” he’d grunted, waiting for my muscles to relax.

Once they did, he drew back to thrust into my ass slowly. His wings made their shivery sound as he coaxed a hard moan from me. Between the two of them, they were likely to get a symphony. Especially because, knowing Kauz, he was going to pace himself and really slay both Tormund and me.

Was I going to be able to walk after this? We’d just have to see.

“I can feel you moving in her. That’s weird,” Tormund said in one of his loud whispers.

“Better get used to it. You’re stuck, big guy.” I could just picture Kauz’s smirk.

My channel spasmed and he and I cried out together. I don’t think he minded being stuck. Well, I certainly didn’t. I imagined the two of them mating me just like this when my heat came. Maybe my other males would take a turn, so I would stay on a knot for as long as possible.

As we traded pleasure, I noticed Tormund’s seed wasn’t fiery hot anymore. The last of his smoke was gone with his internal fire, cooled down and under his control. I wondered how often he would need me to take his rage form. I knew I’d fantasize about how the transformation changed his tongue and what he could do with it.

I came in earnest from his gentle circling of my clit and the unconventional lovemaking Kauz showed my second entrance. Stars sparkled at the corners of my vision as he kept going, testing the limits of what I could take. This was so much more intense with two males, especially locked in place as I was. I cried out until my voice went hoarse and Kauz came with a groan and one last liquid rush.

He caught me as I leaned back, feeling boneless from being caught between them. “Seems we’ve found something else you like, sweetheart.”

“More than like,” I tried to say, drifting on a hazy cloud of bliss.

Tormund mumbled something too and lifted a thumbs up.