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I know he does. I’ve seen him with enough. Lor is insatiable when it comes to rutting. He can go through three lasses in a night, leaving every one of them limp, sated puddles, while he is still fucking perky and ready to go again.
Having risen through the ranks of the army together, we now have the privilege of a shared room, which means I’m all too well acquainted with Lor and his many conquests.
Fuck! Don’t think about that. Don’t think about his massive fucking dick or how it feels wedged against my ass crack. Don’t think about his weight pinning me down. Don’t think about the fact that he’s the only bastard who can. Don’t think about his insane stamina.
Definitely don’t think about how he looks with a lass beneath him and his powerful hips and ass flexing as he pistons into her, growling as she moans and comes a-fucking-part.
Too late. My cock flexes painfully against the mat.
“Shit!” I try to buck him off. It doesn’t work; it just gives him a fresh opportunity to crush me against the practice mat and assert his dominance over me.
He chuckles, smacks my forehead into the mat, and heaves himself off me.
I take a breath. Push up and get to my feet. “Enough,” I mutter, waving him off and stalking over to where we have left our shirts.
Lor is two years younger than me. There was a time when I was the one bettering him. Then he had a growth spurt, discovered rutting in all its variety, and came into himself. I don’t mind losing to Lor. No men nor shifters here can best him in unarmed combat—he doesn’t even need to shift. When he does shift during battle, it’s pretty much game over for anyone or anything in his way. On the few occasions I take him down during training, I feel like a fucking king, and you can hear a cheer go up.
Someone calls out to him in question, and he stalks off to speak to them. I wash up in the cold shower before returning to our shared room. It is a simple space, with two beds against the walls and room enough for our weapons and armor, and the basic necessities. I pour myself some water and take a deep drink just as Lor enters the room.
He hasn’t bothered with a shirt after his shower. He hasn’t even done his fucking pants up properly, I realize. His firm, muscular upper body is a little damp, as is his hair that curls down to his broad shoulders.
There is no lass with him. I was half expecting it. He’s always particularly lusty after beating me to a pulp during training.
He stalks over to me… right over to me, until we’re mere inches apart. He has no concept of personal space… Taking the cup from me, he takes a drink.
“You are such a dick.”
He raises a brow.
Yeah, we’re both as bad as each other.
A knock sounds on the open door, and the young lad who runs errands for the blacksmith enters to collect any weaponry or armor that needs repair.
I start to move away. Lor puts his hand on the back of my neck. I still. The lad stammers something about armor, blushing as his eyes ping back and forth between us before resting on the hand Lor has at the back of my neck.
I want to roll my eyes. The lad would probably drop to his knees at no more than a flick of Lor’s wrist. It is not only the lasses who covet the big shifter. Pretty much anything sentient with a pulse gets sucked into his orbit, with starry eyes. They would sell their souls to get their hands on him and his dick in them any way he chooses.
“It’s over there, lad.” Lor indicates his armor, which has some damage from our last patrol.
The lad quickly collects the items before hurrying back out the door.
It clicks shut on us, enclosing us together.
Lor’s face swings my way when I fidget, and then my breath catches as he glances down to where my cock is flexing behind my leather pants, leaking pre-cum like a fucking tap. He runs his fingers absently over his stubbly jaw. “Do you want to share a lass?” he asks, eyes rising slowly to meet mine.
Where the fuck he gets all these lasses from in a military base is a mystery to me, but it’s like he has an endless queue just waiting in the wings to call on.
His lips tug up like he reads my damn mind. “Derek is rutting one of the healer lasses next door, but we both know once is his rutting limit.”
I shake my head. Nope, I’m definitely not in the mood for one of Derek’s cast-offs.
His hand tightens and then releases my neck. “Good. I’m feeling particularly savage tonight, and they can’t always take it how I need.”
Well, fuck. We are doing this. How it will play out tonight will be determined by the way that we each approach it. I only know we have been here many times, and I have enjoyed every single fucking one.
The door is shut. It is late. We ought to be eating supper. But the air between us takes on an electric feel that sets every hair on my body rising and my dick thumping for release from my pants. Being the subject of Lor’s interest is a heady thing.
I’m not a passenger in this. Sometimes, I enjoy provoking the beast, just as, sometimes, when he takes me under him on the practice pit, I wish no other fucker was there, and he would rip my damn pants down, liberate that tree stump that hangs between his legs, and fuck me raw.
