He must punctuate the wordknotby squeezing Ailsa’s hand because Craze mutters, “Fuck you, Catum.Fuck you.”
“You already had some fun,” Catum retorts. “Now it’s your turn to watch.” He pulls Ailsa’s touch away from Craze and lays her palm on the bed before standing—something I feel more than see as the mattress shifts.
But I suspect he’s disrobing when I hear Ailsa gasp.
Or perhaps that’s a result of my tongue tracing lazy circles against her sensitive nub.
“Do you want to feel our knots inside you, Miss Marvel?” Catum asks, a subtle growl underscoring her last name. “See what it means to be properly taken by your Alphas?”
She quivers on top of me, her upper half seeming to fall to the bed. But Craze catches her and pushes her up to fully sit astride my face while going up onto his knees beside her.
Ailsa looks down, allowing me to see her flushed cheeks. Moons, she’s stunning like this. A purr rumbles to life in my chest, my need to express my adoration hitting me square in the gut.
Becausefuck, this female is everything.
I’ve waited two years to indulge in her, to love her, tocherishher. And we’re finally here, just days before her heat.
I lick her deep, loving the way it makes her squirm on top of me.
“It’ll just be an introduction,” Catum goes on, the sound of a zipper following. “A sexual courting, if you will.”
Craze chuckles, his fingers weaving through her hair as he pulls her in for a long, sensual kiss that leaves her trembling over me.
I tongue her cunt, causing her lower half to move in response.
She likes this.
Wants it.
Craves it.
But she still hasn’t spoken the words we need to hear before we fuck her.
I take my fingers out of her and grab her hips.
Craze must sense what I’m about to do because he moves, allowing me to pick her up and flatten her on the bed. She yelps as I come down over her, still fully clothed, and pin her arms over her head. “We need your words, baby girl. Yourconsent. Or we won’t be giving you our knots.”
Her blue eyes widen, her pupils flaring with desire.
“As I said, this is an introduction,” I tell her. “Not a vow. Nothing permanent. Just a way for you to experience what we’re offering. We’ll never force you, Ailsa. That’s not the point of any of this.”
“It’s also why I diluted the elixir,” Catum adds as he settles on the bed beside us, completely naked now.
Ailsa swallows and glances at him, her gaze running over the long length of his exposed form and zeroing in on his colorful dick.
Her brow furrows, obvious confusion highlighting her features. “He’s tattooed,” I explain to her. “Craze is into piercings, hence the Jacob’s ladder. And Catum is into ink.”
Catum grabs his cock and gives it a stroke, the blue and green design twisting with his movements.
“His nickname is Caterpillar,” Craze muses. “A play on his name, but also his dick.”
Ailsa’s mouth forms a little O in response.
“My shadow-monster form is all black,” Catum adds with a shrug. “I wanted a little color in my life.”
“Shadow monster?” Ailsa echoes.
He smiles. “Want to see my inner monster, Miss Marvel?” His hand begins to transform, his skin shifting into an obsidian shade that’s contrary to the vibrant colors decorating his shaft.
