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It’s addicting. Giving my female pleasure could consume my thoughts from now until the end of time. To hear her moans of ecstasy, to feel her body writhe, to know I caused her to shatter into a million pieces. Nothing could be better.

Although… by the look on her face, I think I’m about to be treated to something pretty wonderful.

She crawls to me like a predatory animal. There’s a smile on her face, but it’s more sly and expectant than happy.

Do you want me? I ask, although I know the answer. There’s just a need deep inside me to hear her say it.

I want you.

Tell me. Tell me what you want.

“I want you inside me, Braveheart.”

That’s all the invitation I need, but she gives me more.

“I want you inside me, mate.”

She’s no longer the predator, but the prey. In one swift move, I flip her onto her back, slide between her legs, kneel, and place my engorged cock at her entrance.

For the quickest moment, her eyes flashed with fear. Maybe it was because I moved so quickly she barely saw it until I was on top of her.

You’re so fucking gorgeous, she says as she burrows her fingers through my purple fur.

I smirk. I guess she wasn’t too traumatized.

I dip into her, just my cockhead, watching her lids flutter shut as if it causes her the most intense ecstasy. I want more, but I stay here, pulsing at her entrance, listening to the soft, wet sounds of flesh on flesh.

More, she demands.

What? I love to hear her admit her need for me.

Deeper.

I pulse again. Once, twice, as I wait for Valor to slip behind her. His back is leaning against the headboard. He positions her so her body can use him as a backrest. She’s at an angle where she can watch as our flesh joins. This is nothing like what happened on Blanterra. This is everything a male could want. This is a full and complete connection. Bonding.

I glide into her, going all the way to the hilt in one long, slow slide that is so perfect it seems to go on forever.

“Fuck,” she says as her lids slam shut.

“That’s right,” my voice is gravel. “I’m fucking you. One of your mates is fucking you hard.”

Valor’s doubled over, his lips at her ear. The male who seldom uses his mouth to talk is pouring words into her head right now. I can’t hear it all. I’m too focused on Willow’s tight channel squeezing me like a wet fist.

“Dripping wet…” Drifts to me. “Fuck you… Make you ours.”

I grip her hips as I swing mine like a piston, pounding into her. The more I take my pleasure, the more bliss it seems to give her.

When I glance at her, I can’t believe my luck, can’t believe how beautiful she is. One hand is lifted behind her as she surrounds Valor’s thick neck with the crook of her arm. One hand is sliding through my hair.

The look in her eyes, blue pupils blown in ecstasy, is pure love.

She thrusts her pelvis up, finding the right angle to take her pleasure. Now both her hands are on my shoulders, nails piercing my flesh as she finds her release.

She’s bucking against me, holding nothing back, meeting me thrust for thrust. Her body is almost contorted as her pelvis raises, like an offering. Her chest curves upward to receive Valor’s attention as he bends to suck her puckered buds.

She comes, screaming my name. What male could withstand the bliss of hearing his name from his female’s lips as she comes undone, clenching his cock with her channel? I plunge into her as deep as I can, wondering if she’ll bruise from the pounding I’m giving her. Then my balls tighten and I release into her, planting my seed, staking my claim.

My hips pump as I spurt into her, and keep pumping even after I’m done as I try to garner even more pleasure.

The three of us fall into a heap on the bed.

I figure we’ll sleep now. All of us have been sated. Fully mated.

I want you both inside me, she says as she snuggles into the lee of my arms.