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And when Mark finally makes an attempt to actually play with her, to bring her some semblance of pleasure, I step back abruptly, pulling her away from him.

“No,” I snarl, my grip tightening possessively around her. “You don’t get to have what’s mine.”

Her body trembles in my arms, a mixture of arousal and fear that makes my blood sing. I can feel her heartbeat, rapid and erratic, and as I hold her close, her body still trembling with need, I know that she’s mine in every way that matters.

She’s now slowly learning that, too.

Mark collapses in the chair, gasping for air, his face slick with her arousal and my cum. He looks up at me with a mixture of hatred and fear, but I don’t care. He’s nothing. Less than nothing.

And I intend to treat him as such.

I put her down on her feet, her legs shivering as I bend her over, hands braced on Mark’s thighs, her face just inches from his dick, leaking uselessly against his stomach. She’s close enough to feel the heat, but not close enough to taste—teasing the fuck out of him.

Mark’s groan is a pathetic, desperate little sound, almost like a kicked dog begging for scraps.

I laugh—low, mean, savoring the way his face twists in shame. “That sad little dick would never satisfy her. Look at her. Look how fucking hungry she is. She needs real cocks.”

I step back, and Zhyra takes my place.

His green, wild cat’s eyes gleam, his deadly claws digging into Bunny’s hips as he slams his tapered, barbed cock into her from behind. No warning. No easing in. Just a rough thrust, and he’s burying himself to the very swell of his knot, pressing against her entrance.

Bunny screams, back arching, tits bouncing, that sweet little ass jiggling with every brutal thrust.

“That’s it,” I murmur, stroking my still-rock-hard cock as I watch. “Take it like a good girl.”

And she does it so beautifully. Whimpering, moaning, sobbing, her pussy so fucking wet I can hear it. Her tits bounce as he sets a punishing pace like he’s trying to break her. Every brutal snap of his hips makes that sweet little ass jiggle, driving the butt plug deeper, while he pounds her raw.

Mark’s losing it. Straining against the ropes, his dick flexing, leaking like a fucking faucet. Pathetic .

Zhyra’s teeth flash, his feral hiss vibrates through the room, his tail flicking behind, claws raking down, leaving red streaks on her flesh, and he stills.

I groan, teasing the swollen head of my cock as he spills deep inside her, pumping her full, his seed mixing with mine. Her cunt drips around his cock before he pulls out, leaving her spent.

Then it’s Doruun’s turn. He takes his place behind her and yanks her hair back, forcing her back onto him.

The squelch of her cunt is obscene. He’s massive, his thick cock stretching Bunny wide, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as he bottoms out—nearly half of his shaft unable to fit inside.

“Fuck! Your pussy feels like goddamn heaven, Bunny,” he praises before he spanks her ass hard enough to leave an oversized handprint.

She moans, loving the attention, and I can tell that little slut is already clenching around him.

His hooves scrape the floor as he pounds into her, fucking her like she’s nothing but a warm hole, lifting her feet off the ground with every thrust.

It’s like watching art. All of us—minus Mark, of course—stroke our cocks in the same tempo, joined in the shared pleasure.

With the last sharp snap of his pelvis, he tosses his head back, huffing wildly, holding her impaled on his shaft as he blows a huge load inside her. Her pussy overflows, blend of cum and her slick dripping down her legs, dangling helplessly in the air.

Khalok is next. His clawed paws grip Bunny’s waist, ripping her from Doruun’s hands like a toy he now wants to play with. Which is precisely what she is.

He flips Bunny around, her legs hooked over his arms, and destroys her, driving into her, massive and relentless.

Bunny’s back bows, her nails raking her tits, her cries breaking as she comes again, squirting across Khalok’s thighs.

Mark’s eyes are wild, his cock pulsing, his breath coming in ragged, panting gasps, his whole body shaking.

“You wanna fuck her that bad?” I taunt, leaning beside him. I don’t feel sorry for him even a bit. But I do know the pain he’s going through. “Aw, poor you. All you can do is watch while she’s being passed around.”

With a primal roar that shakes the room, Khalok reaches his peak, flooding her with his pent-up release.

Varekka takes her last, already in rut, his knot fully formed.

He flips her onto her knees, crouching on his haunches behind her, his claws digging into her thighs as he spreads her open and rams into her.

Bunny’s beyond words now, her body used, her cunt ruined, her moans shattered as Varekka claims her, fucking her through it until she’s screaming, squirting again—all over the floor this time.

“Fuck, little rabbit, you squeeze me so tightly!” he pants, licking his chops, rutting in and out of her desperately, his hips a blur. Her thighs bleed where his claws dig, which only adds to his frenzy.

With a loud snarl, he forces his knot inside her, making her yelp in shock at the sudden stretch.

But he’s not finished. He nips at her neck, marking her, as it swells further, inflating inside her, locking them together.

The sharp pressure makes her burst into tears.

Her cunts weeps, too, gushing violently around him as he pumps her so full of his seed, I swear I see her belly bulging.

What a sight. Fuck me, I’ll never get over her beauty.

By the time they’re done, she’s a wreck. His knot subsides in size enough to slip out of her abused cunt with an obscene wet pop. She collapses under Mark’s feet, trembling, half-conscious, cum dripping down her thighs, her pussy lips red and swollen, her leaking hole gaping open.

But I’m not nearly finished with her yet.

I step forward, grab her hair, and yank her up on her feet again. “Turn around,” I command. “Present yourself.”

She whimpers but obeys, shaky, turning and sticking out her ass to show off. That pretty pink heart-shaped plug is still nestled between her cheeks, her ruined, cum-covered cunt glistening, engorged clit throbbing.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, then grab Mark’s hair, forcing him to look. “See what real cocks do to her?”

Bunny’s breath hitches as I order her to play with herself.

Her hand slides between her legs, fingers spreading her pussy lips, taunting us more than toying with herself.

Gathering the mess, she brings her coated fingers to her lips.

She licks them clean, moaning as she swallows, before they return to rub up and down her slit, circling her overstimulated clit, then plunging inside her fuckhole.

Mark chokes, his cock jerks and pulses, a weak spurt of cum dripping down.

Rage burns through me.

She’s too perfect for his eyes.

And I lose it.

The butterfly knife is in my hand from my pocket before I even think—cold, sharp, hungry . I flip it open in one practiced move, and after slashing his ropes, Mark crashes to the floor. I kick him onto his stomach with his face right in the puddle on the floor.

“Lick it up,” I snarl. “Every fucking drop.”

He hesitates, so I slam my boot into his ribs. He wheezes, out of breath, then his tongue flicks out, lapping at the sticky mess of squirt and cum like the whimpering, sorry-ass looser he is.

I grab his hair, wrench his head up, forcing him to stare at Bunny.

“Take a last good look at her,” I hiss through clenched teeth, venom in my voice. “You were just here to teach her a lesson.”

She turns to face us with a blank expression, only her eyes betraying her panic.

Mark’s on his knees in front of me, sweat and snot running down his face. He’s begging, “Please, please, man, I’m just her fan. I never even stood a chance. I just… God, please, I don’t want to die. I have to take care of my Meemaw.” Like that fucking matters now. Like words ever mattered.

It’s her fault. She pushed me to this point.

“Baby, you really shouldn’t try to make me jealous,” I tell her, my voice dripping with hatred… with insanity. “Don’t you know it drives me fucking mad?”

Her throat bobs, and she trembles, realizing this is real. That I’m truly that unhinged, that deeply consumed by my fixation on her.

I lift the knife, slowly, almost mischievously. The first cut is shallow, only a tease across his cheek. But it rips through his skin, ruining his pretty-country-boy face, crimson streaks dripping fast down his trembling chin onto his heaving chest.

Mark gasps, eyes bugging, as he struggles against my hold, pleading for mercy. But it’s just background noise. And I laugh because he thinks that’s pain.

No . Pain’s coming.

My brothers linger in the corners of the room, shifting on their feet, their breaths coming quicker. The sharp, metallic scent of blood is thickening the air, along with the mouth-watering aroma of fear, and I can feel them getting antsy, hungry.

Making me crave …

This is for Bunny, but it’s mine first . And I’m going to enjoy every goddamn second of it.

“Now watch what you did,” I continue, tilting my head at her with a wicked smirk underneath my mask as the edge of the blade slides down Mark’s throat. “Watch what happens when you play fucking games with me.”