Arms banded around her, Ezra continued to lower her, until her sex grazed his cock. The head was round and full against her opening, which was slick with his arousal and wet from his saliva. Her breath came fast as he nudged closer, closer, her entrance beginning to stretch to accommodate him.
“Your cunt’s bathing me with your desire, vixen,” he rumbled. “You want this.”
“I do,” she confessed. “It might kill me, but I want this.”
The head of his cock pressed deeper into her. She gasped as she widened to let him in. He was so much, he was everything and everywhere within her. She stretched, unbelievably full.
He was barely within her, yet a climax slammed into her. She cried out as pleasure tore through her body. More wetness poured from her sex.
At the same time, his lowered her down, fully seating her on his cock.
She cried out again. It hurt, and she loved it. Ecstasy lined with pain. There wasn’t a single part of her body that wasn’t crammed with him.
He held her in place for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his size. Arms wrapped around his neck, she panted, knowing nothing but his cock within her.
His hips moved back, his shaft sliding slightly out of her. Then he pushed up into her again. She held on tightly as he continued to pump her. His movements were careful at first, slow. But then he picked up speed, and she clung to him as he fucked her.
Her legs dangled in the air as he held her, one clawed hand on her waist, the other cupping her arse, positioning her for his pleasure. Her eyes rolled back as she was ruthlessly fucked. Deep sounds came from him, growls and snarls, as his cock worked in and out of her.
She moaned as he pulled her off of him. Limp and pliable, she let him position her on all fours, her hands splayed in the grass as he lifted her hips. She gave a little scream as he thrust into her from behind.
His strokes came thick and hard. She dug her fingers into the soil, gripping to hold herself upright. He bent over her, his breath hot against her neck.
“There’s my jewel, my vixen,” he rumbled. “Taking me so well.”
It was too much. She adored it.
More growls sounded, and Jessica looked over to where Rhys and Tej stood. Each of them watched her and Ezra with desire, their clawed hands around their own cocks. They pumped themselves furiously, ferociously, movements a blur.
Jessica’s hand went between her legs. All it took was a few strokes of her fingers over her clitoris, and she came once more. She screamed herself hoarse.
Ezra shouted, going still. His seed poured into her. The flood of his come went on and on. It spilled from her sex, dripping down her thighs.
And then…something swelled within her. At her entrance, Ezra’s cock thickened even more. A knot. Locking them together.
The pressure and fullness were immense. She hadn’t thought she could handle more of him, and yet as he held them together with the swollen knot at the base of his cock, she stretched to accept him. Sensitive as she was at her opening, she came again with another blinding rush.
She kept her eyes open to see Tej and Rhys’s hands move faster on their cocks. Tej came with a roar, ropes of thick come shooting from him in endless streams. Moments later, Rhys did the same. Both of them dampened the grass with pools of their seed.
Jessica and Ezra remained locked together for many long moments. She had no notion of time, only that she was inundated by him, fused with him.
Eventually, he was able to pull from her. Streams of come poured from her sex. Heat stained her cheeks. She loved the feel of his seed dripping out of her.
He tugged her down with him, cradling her in his heavy, furred arms as they lay in the dew-misted grass. His breath continued to fan warmly over her nape.
Tej and Rhys recovered enough to lope toward them. Tej lay down in front of her, and Rhys curled close. Their giant furred bodies surrounded her, warming her, sheltering her.
Body replete, pleasured beyond imagining, protected, she let her eyes drift shut. Exhaustion overwhelmed her, and the truth that the world had been utterly remade. Then, she slept.
6
The chatter of birds started Jessica awake.
She lay in a daze, trying to make sense of why the birds sounded so loud, and why their cries came from directly overhead. She kept her eyes closed against the sunlight, far too bright for a room at an inn, and certainly too much brilliance for her dim London rooms.
Something warm and heavy lay across her waist. Eyes still shut, she reached down and felt hair-dusted skin. A man’s forearm, with a thick but articulate wrist bone, and then a large hand splayed over her abdomen in a careful, protective hold. Someone’s breath brushed across the nape of her neck. A man curled behind her, her body snug against his much larger form.
Her eyes flew open.
