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Muk took Ika’s platter and set it aside on the cavern floor. Her tension relaxed for a beat, but immediately returned as Muk took up the half-eaten bowl of porridge and honey and jam and held it above the joining of her legs.

“Muk, what are you doing?” she gasped. “What are you—oh!“

Muk dumped the remainder of the bowl on Ika’s naked crotch.

Then, with a wicked growl, he dove in, burying his ravening face between her trembling thighs. He slurped and sucked and lapped at the sweet spillage until he had eaten his way through to the real treat—the raw, tangy flavor of Ika’s hole.

CHAPTER 13

“Muk, stop it!”

Ika tried to clamp her legs shut, but Muk already had his face insistently wedged between her thighs. The scruff of his youthful but masculine jaw scoured the soft skin of her inner thighs and the even more tender flesh around her hole.

“Stop!” she gasped. “Oh gods, please…”

Ika reached down and clutched two fistfuls of Muk’s honey blond hair. She tried to pry his head back, but the ukkur was far too strong for her. It was like trying to pull up a tree stump with her bare hands, that’s how tightly Muk was latched between her legs, sucking and lapping at her opening and her nub.

“Ohhh…”

His demanding lips and insistent tongue were impossible to resist. Even her hands seemed to betray her, helping to steer Muk’s face rather than pulling him away.

Muk was feasting on her like a ravenous beast, grunting and slurping voraciously at her place of shame with loud, wet strokes of his undulating tongue. The sounds reminded Ika of an urwulf lapping water from a stream.

schlop, schlop, schlop, schlop…

Ika writhed and whimpered and yelped under the workings of Muk’s wicked tongue.

“What the rot is going on over here?”

It was Thusar’s voice. The pack leader was standing over them now, his body in partial silhouette, his broad shoulders limned by the flickering light of the fire. His companions were beside him. Gunnar, who had touched her inside, and Slaine, who was penetrating her just as deeply with his savage, hungry stare.

Three brutal ukkur towering over her, watching as their pack brother feasted on Ika’s vulnerable flesh.

“Make him stop,” she whined. “Please, make him stop…”

The reason that Ika wanted Muk to stop was not that he was hurting her. Quite the opposite, in fact. The things he was doing down below with his lips and tongue felt good.

Too good.

A few more seconds like this, and Ika would have another one of those ecstatic convulsions, and that’s what frightened her. The total surrender to pleasure at the touch of an ukkur. Once Ika went beyond that threshold, she wasn’t sure she would be able to stop. She would be begging all of them to lick her and touch her inside with their fingers.

It was too shameful to even think about.

She needed this to stop before that happened.

“Please,” she begged.

It was Slaine who answered her plea.

With a savage snarl, Slaine lunged forward and pulled Muk off of Ika. The younger ukkur’s face was dripping with wetness, a mixture of his own saliva and Ika’s hot and shameful secretions.

Muk seemed to have devolved into a wild animal. He growled viciously at Slaine for the interruption.

But as ukkur went, Slaine was even bigger and more brutal than Muk. He was perhaps the most physically imposing of the group in terms of size and raw ferocity. With a growl of his own, he shoved Muk aside and the younger ukkur tumbled back onto the stone floor of the cave.

Ika breathed a sigh of relief.

Slaine had saved her. Of all the ukkur in the pack, Ika would never have expected help to come from Slaine.