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Ironically, the same superstitions would have worked in his own favor had he chosen to utilize them. He knew his red fur counted him as being blessed, and Warol seemed to view his presence in their triad as a blessing, even though he often provoked his brother’s ill temper. He knew very well that he could have been more selective of which triad he joined and chosen one with better chances for attracting a female. His fathers had not endorsed it but had advised him that selecting his triad brothers based off of coloring was a legitimate option that no one would fault him for. All three of his fathers had been older males when they’d finally found and joined with his mother, and none of them wanted him to experience the same loneliness.

As expected, a number of males had approached him as soon as he came of age and began roaming the territories looking to join a forming triad, but none of them had been right for him. But when he met Rager and Warol he knew that their triad was where he was meant to be. Both males lacked family and were often shunned by other Ragoru, Rager for his coloring and Warol for the biting temper born from his own tragedy, but although their lot was so much the opposite of his own situation, they were the finest pair of males he’d ever met. That they hadn’t expected him to accept their offer when they encountered him passing through their territory had made him all the more pleased to agree and have them for his own. And yet, although Kyx had quickly become comfortable with his new brothers in a territory so far from his birthplace, he had to acknowledge that the need to find a mate had become something of a weight pressing down on them. It was something that they all felt and needed.

Rager and Warol could protest and plan all they liked, but Kyx had his own plan. He wanted to keep Arie. He didn’t need a Ragoru mate to be happy; he would be happy with his soft, sweet human. And he was quite certain that their triad could make her very happy. Humans, when it came down to it, were not so different in their needs. He yawned and snuggled a bit closer to her. He just needed to convince his brothers and make them see as he did—that Arie was the best choice for them.

Chapter

Seven

Something was tickling her face, but Arie ignored it. Seafoam sprayed around her as the ship crested a wave, and the muscular arms of pirate Captain Reynolds held her firmly against his broad chest. This was her favorite part of the book. He nuzzled her neck, making her pussy dampen with desire.

Arie smiled, giddy with excitement. She loved this part.

His fingers skated down her belly, preparing to stroke her to newfound levels of pleasure. She trembled against him, eager for his touch. The setting was perfect for his lustful claim. The heat of the tropical sun warmed her, and the scent of the sea surrounded her and blended in with his musk. She wanted him to take her in all the ways she’d only been able to imagine.

A low, lusty growl sounded in her ear. She didn’t recall the good captain as the growly sort, but it was a definite improvement. The scent of his musk deepened, and she felt something thick prod against her hip. She pushed back against him, relishing the feel of his desire. Suddenly, she felt another set of arms brush her and she froze. Were they not alone? She trembled and then moaned softly when two other bodies pressed against her, nuzzling her much as the captain was. It was indecent and yet, to her shock, her thighs slickened from the heat pooling within her belly. Growls suddenly surrounded her from all sides and the captain’s hands gripped her firmly as she felt the soft, teasing brush and slide of fur against her again.

Wait, fur?

Arie jerked awake, her eyes snapping open. Fur pressed like a warm cocoon around her as the Ragoru shifted against her and she felt the massive bulge pressing against her ass, nestled within the groove between her cheeks. His eyes were closed with slumber, but he instinctively ground against her, inflaming her as his sex rubbed against her enticingly. Muffling a soft sound behind her fist, she moved against him. She couldn’t help it. She was so caught up in this strange need she felt that she barely recognized herself. There was nothing but need and she was eagerly riding it out even though it made her cheeks flame with embarrassment.

To her side, Warol shifted, and she trembled anew as she felt the thick brush of a hard length against her thigh as he also pressed his pelvis against her. Her need climbed higher and then spiked when Kyx made an eerie moaning sound that made the fine hairs on her arms stand on end. Shaking with need that climbed with every illicit, and unconscious, pump of Rager’s hips, she glanced over at Kyx and gasped when he rolled onto his back, two large, thick cocks jutting up from their sheath. He lay there, panting, as they dripped blue beads of precum down their lengths and Arie’s mouth dried at the sight of them.

Although blue in color, their shafts seemed to vaguely resemble a human penis from what she had seen the few times she had to place some stitches in a man’s hip or near the groin. Yet it was larger and thicker, with ropes of veins and a bumpy surface as if someone had threaded beads beneath the skin. That was where the similarities ended. The upper one possessed a strangely flat ruffled head that sloped at an angle and had a rounded bulge at its base. As it was at the top, she assumed that to be his primary cock.

The secondary member was just as long and thick, but ridged and beaded more than the primary one. Unlike the flat head of his other cock, this one had a bulbous tapered head with three small rounded protrusions rising from the top of it.

She watched as more blue fluid seeped out from the upper cock as Kyx tilted his hips up and snarled. Her gaze immediately snapped to his face. She did not want to be caught staring at his dick if he suddenly awoke in such a state. She was pretty sure she would die of embarrassment if he caught her staring. His red fur raised, and he thrashed his head a couple times before all four of his amber eyes sleepily opened and peered at her. He breathed in and his eyes narrowed on her with a new look burning in their depths. They gleamed, and the sides of his mouth quirked up in a smile as he ran a claw over her cheek, dragging down to her lips before pulling away again. He arched his back and then thrust his hips forward again, as if proudly displaying himself to her, and Arie felt her blush deepen as he gripped himself firmly and rocked into his hand. The motion started slow and leisurely, but it didn’t take long for it to begin to quicken and Arie was forced to tear her eyes away in mortification even as her own body wept with its own frustrated desire.

That wasn’t the only thing that had picked up, either. Rager was grinding more enthusiastically against her as he inhaled time and time again from where his muzzle was still buried against her neck. His breaths became more ragged, and Arie gasped as the tip of one of his impressive cocks slid between her thighs and nudged against her sensitive flesh. Even through her clothes, it hit her like a spark and her back instinctively arched. Rager’s arms gripped her tighter as he groaned and rocked his hips against hers, his cock sliding insistently against her crotch now that he’d found the spot. She trembled against him, sparks shooting through her with the friction. She was lost completely in it, barely holding onto her sanity with the same fervor with which she held tightly to Rager’s arms, until a low moan drew her attention back to Kyx as the first spasm of pure pleasure shot through her pussy.

He was watching them through eyes glass with desire as he rubbed the length of his cocks and bore down on the heads with each pass over the tip. Whatever embarrassment Arie should have felt at the male stroking himself off to watching Rager with her disappeared under the inception of her own desire burning like a wildfire through her veins.

Unable to help herself, she looked over at Warol. She was surprised to find that he was also awake. He had one arm raised to his mouth, on which he had clamped down with his mouth, his sharp teeth pressing into the fur of his forearm as he swiped over his own engorged cocks that seemed slightly wider in girth that Kyx’s, although she was certain that Rager’s massive length rubbing between her legs put both the other males to shame. She shuddered with a new rush of desire and Warol let out a muffled moan, his hands slipping in rough jerks until he suddenly raised his hips, muscles quivering.

Just then Rager’s cock struck unerringly over her clit repeatedly in several fast, brutal thrusts that sent a storm of pleasure driving through her over and over. In the midst of it, she turned her head and her shocked gaze met his pale eyes. He was awake now but seemed incapable of stopping, and Blessed Mother, she didn’t want him to. His lips were curled back from his teeth as he pounded against her as his lower arms squeezed her legs tightly around the length of his cocks as they shuttled relentlessly between them and against the cleft of her cunt. His cocks were doubtlessly soaked with her essence dripping through her underwear but that seemed to make him even more excited as he rutted against her.

When her climax came, it swept through her like a fireball. She threw her head back and wailed as Rager thrust once more and let out a roar of pleasure. His seed splattered in hot streams across her thigh and over her pussy before he released her and rolled away to lay panting at the ceiling. Two similar bellows sounded beside them, and she watched as blue jets of cum arched from Kyx and Warol’s cocks, their seed splattering on her bared thighs and on the floor. In the aftermath of their release, all three males lay shuddering on the ground around her as she worked to bring her breathing and heart rate back under control. Her pussy clenched with unfulfilled need, but her body thrummed happily from the lingering effects of her orgasm.

She had never felt such a thing and was floating on a cloud of bliss until she noticed that Warol had turned over, facing away from her as if embarrassed, and even Rager dropped his head away, his ears flattened, as if he couldn’t look at her, his still swollen cocks slipping slowly back into his sheath. Only Kyx would meet her eye and his amber eyes glinted with unmistakable satisfaction. His tongue ran over his teeth as he gave himself a few lingering pumps before releasing his cocks so that they could slip back inside his furry sheath. Suddenly, she was very uncertain of what to do or what this all meant.

This was a situation she never would have anticipated. She hadn’t imagined that the males would have any sexual interest in her, and yet they had just proven her wrong, even if two of them seemed remorseful or embarrassed about it. Her eyes roamed over them, taking in their wide jaws, their muzzles, the arc of their high and prominent cheekbones, and the fascinating way their eyes were set under a heavy brow as it tapered back to where it met with large lupine ears. Taking in each feature one by one, they weren’t quite so frightening as they’d seemed at first. She wouldn’t even call their appearance monstrous now that she really looked closely at them. In all actuality, there was something incredibly graceful and beautiful in their features.

Although they had some lupine features, they also had a certain amount of flexibility to their faces and mouths and the flesh at the edge of their muzzles like lips that was definitely not a feature found in most animals. Noting the familiar within them eased something inside Arie as she looked over the males. They dozed around her, their sculpted bodies covered in a pelt of fur that she knew now was soft and thick, their bushy tails resting against their flanks.

Arie found her discarded pelt and eased back against Rager. He stiffened briefly, but then pulled her tightly against him, his arms folding around her once more. Ensconced once more in his warm embrace, his fur smelling of their mingled scents, and lulled by the double beat of his hearts—the deeper thump of a larger primary heart followed by the quieter beat of the secondary—she drifted back to sleep.

Rager was struggling in new ways that he was unfamiliar with and he wasn't the only one. Warol was turned away from them in humiliation. He knew the male was struggling when it came to Arie. No doubt his need to seek sexual relief at the sight of her pleasure shamed him. In comparison, Kyx was the only one who seemed unaffected. He was stretched out comfortably on his back with a gratified expression on his face. Rager, however, was as shaken as Warol, and for that reason he was unable to slip into rest with his emotions barraging him.

The superiority he had felt when he’d discovered Warol’s lack of sexual control around the female now withered away in the face of his own extrusion. He scoffed silently at himself. No, he hadn’t merely extruded. Although there was no penetration, he went the entire distance and found sexual completion against her heat. True, it had begun in the depths of sleep, but once he woke and found himself grinding against her and his ears had been filled with the sound of her own pants of pleasure, he had been unable to stop. Although it would have marked him as a deviant in the eyes of their people, he raced to the edge of his climax with brutal efficiency.

His ears still echoed with the gasps of her pleasure and her cry of completion. Just thinking of it made his cocks pulsate within him and threaten to spill free from his sheath. Rager groaned and settled into Arie’s warmth. For the first time in years, his mind was muddled. He didn’t know what the right path was anymore. What’s more, he was embarrassed to have found his body responding to a female not of his own kind. The future felt uncertain, tinged with despair for a reason he couldn’t quite put a claw on.

What it held for their future, he couldn’t begin to guess.

Chapter

Eight

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