The betrayal of my body sends him into a frenzy of hunger. He ruts harder. Slamming deeper to get every drop.
A beast.
“I ... I change my mind,” I lie, breathless and whimpering.
He ignores me. Flips me over. And I know what’s about to come even before he groans deep in his chest.
He’s going to kill me.
He’s going to rip me in half with that thing between his legs. There is no way I can take that.
Sacred. Excited. Fueled by adrenaline and arousal, I scramble out from beneath him before he can tighten his hold and run. I scramble through the arches and up a dirt incline.
Below, his snarl rings through the trees. It vibrates down my spine, sends my heart racing.
I reach the top and sprint into the trees. I hear the thunder of his claws right behind me.
Reflexively, I scream. I know no one is coming to save me, but it feels right.
I round a cluster of bushes and crawl up a hill to a mossy valley alongside a rushing brook and nowhere else to go, except back.
Back to him.
Heart pounding, I spin, body braced to make a stupidly brave dash back down and freeze.
Three dark figures rise over the ridge. Hooded. Silent. They move with the gliding grace of spirits.
Shades.
Eyes the gleaming silver of liquid mercury glint against the dark lines of their faces.
“Mal—?”
Malakar captures my face between long fingers. I’m pulled in and my mouth is coerced into silence. Behind me, Aamon cups my breasts. He palms and lifts them. Pinches the nipples. Harder.
I gasp into the mouth forcing me to take his tongue. At my feet, Ciaran lifts my legs and buries his face in my soaked pussy. His tongue pushes between my lips and sweeps in slow, perfect flicks.
“No ... I need to run...” I try to explain.
Aamon nudges me forward deeper into Malakar’s arms and his cock finds my opening from behind. I’m made to take him. To stretch down his length while my clit is sucked. While he fucks me and rubs my mound into the other man’s face.
“So wet,” he breathes into my ear, pounding harder. Feeling so good I almost forgot why I’m running. “You’ll take Father’s knot like the pretty whore you are.”
I’m about to protest when he pulls out. The loss has me whimpering in Malakar’s mouth before he too stops. Ciaran pushes to his feet and all three abandon me just long enough to wrestle me to the soft earth. My cries are ignored as Aamon grabs my arms. The other two take my ankles. I’m restrained into submission. Made to open as the creature with the antlers, the skull mask and engorged cock ambles up the hill with the slow gait of a monster who knows he’s won.
“No...” I whimper.
But my boys open me wider for their father. For the beast climbing over me, planting his giant claws into the dirt on either side of my head.
“He’s going to rip your sweet hole, Rina. Look at the size of him and your cunt is so tight.”
Malakar confirms his own words by forcing his fingers into my seizing channel. By bending them against my outer wall and casting a fog across my thoughts. I stare up into the glowing eyes of my husband and meet every pump of the other man’s fingers. Growing slick and ready.
“Please, I’m so small,” I breathe, and break off with a moan when Ciaran rubs my swollen clit to match Malakar.
“Hold her,” Vaelith commands and the hands vanish. The thick, monstrous cock finds my opening and slams to the knot without patience. “Wet little whore. You’re squeezing me so hard.”
“I’m scared,” I lie, thighs quivering with every increased slam.
