She squirms on the silk sheets. “It’s so big, and it’s mine, and I want you to knot me and make me yours.”
“You are mine, little doe.” I clench my fists, knowing neither of them has permitted me to touch her, though my fingers are dying to pinch her peaked breasts, to roll her umber nipple between them until she cries my name. “There is no doubt about that.”
Her green eyes sparkle behind a coy smirk. “Maybe little reminders are my love language.”
This woman, so sassy and beautiful and perfect, will be the death of me.
“Then I’ll become fluent.” I end on a gruff moan as Azuran breaches me, past the full head of his tip, plunging deep.
I howl, and my little doe cries out beneath me. Her back arches against the bed, antlers pressing indentations into the mattress. Azuran fucks me, hard, one hand securing my tail while the other toys with Laterra’s breasts.
“Look at my beautiful pets, you rare, incredible creatures,” Azuran coos. “What a lucky god I am.”
I preen under his praise, and I see my pride reflected in Laterra’s hazy eyes. She takes my hand in hers and laces our fingers together right before releasing a flood of her floral aroma.
Chapter Seventeen
Terra
After ensuring Vulf spilled plenty of sweet-smelling precum all down the bedside, Azuran disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Vulf and me alone with his two clones, who never speak but play tongue war just as well as Azuran himself.
When he returns, Azuran’s reflections immediately drop what they were doing to follow some unspoken command. The unspoken command must’ve been to move me into fucking position, because they scoop me up and lay me down on Vulf’s torso, my back against his navel.
“Spread her,” Azuran states as if it’s the most natural thing to tell your boyfriend about your new girlfriend.
“Yes,” Vulf whines. God, he’s so cute. I love that such a big, scary wolf can be so docile. I love seeing the darker side of him, too, the one that leaks out when he growls.
Vulf is much taller than me. For his rear to stay comfortably on the bed, Azuran has to kneel on the mattress between our thighs. He grips Vulf’s bloated red cock and smacks it against my folds, Vulf’s natural slickness making obscene sounds against my own.
“Do you see now, Wildflower?” Azuran raises a brow. I look where he directs and, sure enough, the size difference doesn’t add up. Vulf’s cock is so much bigger than I remembered.
“I can take it.” I sound more confident than I feel, which is useful because I’m determined to sit on that thing even if it kills me. “I can.”
“I know you can, sweet one.” Vulf’s chest vibrates through my spine. “You wouldn’t be my mate if you couldn’t take my knot.”
“Precisely.” Azuran rubs Vulf’s cock back and forth over my folds, and both of his poor tortured mates groan. “We will work up to it.”
“H-how? I really want to fu—oh, fuck!” Azuran cuts me off by pressing inside. He’s thicker and longer than human men, but nothing I can’t handle. The added lubricant from Vulf’s cock helps Azuran glide right inside, imprinting my inner walls with the swirling patterns on his shaft.
“Elements above, you feel fucking glorious,” Azuran groans. He holds himself in place, looking at me with awe. “To answer your question, Wildflower, my reflections and I will stretch this hole together, so you can take our wolf.”
Oh. Azuran’s plan to open me up requires two of his cocks. In my pussy. At the same time.
“Oh, fuck, yes, yes,” I plead, letting my head fall back onto Vulf’s fuzzy, muscular abdomen.
“That’s our girl,” Vulf purrs. “Let my mate stretch you out for me.”
Each move Azuran makes rubs those raised patterns in new, hidden places. It’s everything those textured condoms wish they were, but with the hard, silken feel of flesh on flesh. Azuran glides in and out, further each time, until my legs quake with an orgasm.
“Good girl,” Azuran murmurs. “Let it happen.”
He thumbs my clit, and I tumble over the edge.
Vulf holds me wide open, the tips of his claws lightly digging into the skin of my upper thigh. For a moment, I’m totally empty, and I whimper at the sudden loss after such a powerful climax.
It doesn’t last long. A reflection takes his place, while the real Azuran appears at my lips, spreading my release over them until I open for him.
Without releasing his relentless grip on my thighs, Vulf curls forward until his snout presses against my cheek and his tongue flicks out to lap at Azuran’s cock, flicking against my own.
