Page 72 of Prey It By Ear

As I adjust, Fitz is lining up his dick with my throbbing pussy with delicacy but no less enthusiasm. His fingers on my thighs dig in hard enough to leave bruises, and when he pushes inside me, he stretches me again.

I gasp, but the only thing that comes out is a strangled blurt. “Fuck, yes, Fitzy.”

“Damn, you’re soaked, Baby Girl.” Fitz says as he groans loudly. “This won’t take long at all. You’re already fucking killing me.”

My cheetah is the last to join the party, but he doesn’t rush. Keeping one hand on my hip and the other on my lower back, he finally slides into my ass, but he does it so slowly it’s like he’s savoring every microsecond. His cock is smaller than the others, but there’s something about the way he moves that lights up every nerve ending like fireworks.

They’re all different, and yet everyone feels just right every time.

I am not shy about making noise, but I can’t wreck myself more. Instead, I moan around Renard, letting him know he can move. Once he does, the other two do as well, and the rhythm they set is intoxicating. The bed creaks and Fitz cackles, because of course he does. It’s not even five seconds before he narrates for Felix and Aubrey.

“Chess, do you feel that? She’s squeezing me like a bear trap; it’s amazing. I feel you rubbing against me and it’s making my dick go crazy.”

“I feel it, Fitz,” Chess grunts, his voice strained but happy. “Now, stop talking and focus on our girl.”

Rennie laughs huskily as his hips rock and I take him in. “Chester is right, mon ami. Pay attention to our darling lapin.”

For once, Fitz listens, and the result makes my entire body shake with pleasure. Chess’s hips are against my ass, Fitz’s pelvis is against my thighs, and every thrust rocks me between them in perfect harmony. The sensations stack layer after layer, and I’m floating, lost in the onslaught. Rennie’s hands are in my hair, on my face, stroking my neck, my lips, anything he can reach. At some point Fitz leans forward, and he bites my shoulder hard enough to make me shiver. He licks the spot after, and I swear I feel the echo of that touch everywhere.

I probably should not get bitten by three more people tonight, or I’m gonna have trouble with leotards.

The tempo builds quickly, and Fitz goes a little wild. Chessie checks him with a hand on his thigh. “Easy, love. She can’t take both of us if you lose control, especially after Felix and Aubrey.”

“She’s fine,” Fitz shoots back, but he eases up, matching Chess’s rhythm. “In fact, our mate is more than fine—she’s a fucking legend.”

The muffled noise I make in agreement only makes Ren tilt his head back and look up at the ceiling in a plea. I shouldn’t, but when I notice, I do it again and again to make him tug on my hair as he groans. The three of them work together in perfect sync as my orgasm builds. Every thrust from Chess is echoed by Fitz, and Renard matches them from above, moving with the same brutal grace he brings to everything. My body is just a conduit for their energy, and every muscle in me is tight, ready to snap.

Ren’s voice drops to a whisper. “Tu es magnifique, ma chérie. Tu es parfaite.⁠*” He brushes my jaw with his thumb. “You want to come, yes?”

I can’t talk, so I sort of nod desperately, and he laughs softly. “Then do it. Let us feel you, lapin.”

The orgasm rips through me, setting off fireworks behind my eyes, and I moan around his cock, which makes him hiss and finally lose his composure. The gargoyle comes with a low, guttural groan, his hips jerking forward, but Fitz and Chess aren’t far behind. The tiger goes first, loud and unrepentant, his body shaking against mine, and then Chess, who lets out a single, deep sigh as he buries himself deeply and lets go.

Motherfucker, I might pass out.

But I don’t, and when the world finally comes back into focus, I realize I’m crying a little. Not because it hurts, but because I have never, ever felt so loved as I do with these men—my mates.

Renard slides out first, carefully, and presses a soft kiss to my forehead. Chess steadies me with gentle hands as the gargoyle moves away. He and Fitz are stuck, of course, so they can’t go anywhere until the damn knots are unlocked. I lean back against Chessie, letting him support my tired frame as I sigh.

“You’re my hero, Baby Girl,” Fitz says as he darts forward to rub his nose on mine. He moves to kiss me, and my eyes widen as I prepare to tell him no, but he’s there before I can get the words out. When he pulls away, he tilts his head, looking over at Ren with a snort. “More fruit, man. Eat more fruit.”

I’m limp, boneless, a puppet with all the strings cut, but his cavalier comment makes me snort with laughter. Chess is next, and after Renard scowls, even Aubrey and Felix join in.

Best. Night. Ever.

* You are magnificent, my darling. You are perfect.

Whatever It Takes

Chess

If you’re going to make breakfast for a houseful of preds and one recently sexually destroyed rabbit, you have to start early. Even if you’re running on last night’s leftovers and the muscle memory that comes from being someone reliable, you start before the coffee pot finishes its cycle. I know our girl’s not supposed to have a favorite, but she definitely will lean toward me this morning because I’ve outdone myself.

The annex kitchen is smaller than the one at Apex, obviously, but I’ve got everything arranged for maximum efficiency. The tile under my feet is warm, the air humid with steam and the sizzle of two different pans. It smells like fried happiness in here—bacon first, but also the weird, sharp tang of Fruity Pebbles that is somehow ten times stronger in pancake batter. I’m making her favorite things alongside the protein Felix will throw a fit if I don’t include.

If you get up before the rest of them, you get to be the one who sets the mood for the day. I like that. It’s the only time my head is ever quiet. I’m humming off-key and it’s probably annoying, but it doesn’t matter because I’m the only one in the room. The pancakes are just bubbling at the edges, so I flatten them with the back of the spatula, then pivot to check the eggs, which are loaded with cheese and diced ham. Aubrey is the only one who ever comments on the cheese in eggs; he likes it, but he always acts like it’s a guilty pleasure. So I put in extra because I know the others enjoy it as well, and the dragon had a very active night. In another pan, the thick-cut bacon is just about perfect, and I kill the flame so it doesn’t go from crispy to cinder in the time it takes me to plate.

I was an okay cook when we first met our darling bunny, but I strive to be better now that I’ve adopted our family caretaker role.