Episode Sixty Whatever They Want

N adira

Look at them. I've struck them dumb with my naughty challenge. As I pull off my clothes, my gaze roves among the three of them, trying to decide which of them is the handsomest or sexiest.

Dhar's the strongest, hands down. I used to think his tusks were ugly. It's hard to remember that time. Now I find them enticing, and attractive. Once one of the orc's thick tusks drew a line on my skin with its sharp point, I crossed a new threshold of lust. There was something about being on the receiving end of that pleasure-pain with its hint of danger that changed my mind about how enticing they were.

And that those tusks were attached to a male who calls me 'Dira? How can I not love him?

Azael has the best head for war. When we strategize, he usually has the widest vision and best ideas. The way he saved my life when I was dying from the beating Armstrong gave me. How he experienced so much pain that he had to take to his bed as long as I did to recover from the Energy Transfer tells me just how much he cares for me.

And Thallose. It's not every male who can admit they were wrong. He apologized so sweetly and now looks at me with so much affection. He's not embarrassed to reveal to all our mates how much he cares. He might wind up being the most affectionate mate of the bunch.

I was hastily untying the string at the neck of my tunic, but I realize I have three masculine gazes glued to my every movement. I might as well take the opportunity for us all to have some fun.

Slowing my fingers, I look at my three sexy beasts, bend my knees, and swing my hips from side to side. From the eager looks on their faces, they noticed the exact moment my movements went from efficient to sensual.

Slowly, I lift the hem of the garment, then pull it off and toss it over my shoulder. It's the chamois-soft undergarment I want to have some fun with. First, I pull it down, flattening it against my body, ensuring my already-hard nipples poke in my mates' direction. Then I slide the velvety garment up as slowly as possible, all the while sinuously moving my body.

The males on the floor are all looking up at me as though they don't want to miss a moment of my provocative movements.

"Take it off," Dhar says, his voice a whisper because his mouth is dry.

"In due time," I say as I pull the shirt down just to torment him—torment them all.

I wag my hips back and forth, then thrust forward and back like I do sometimes when one of them is pumping into me. Three sets of eyes are following my every move. All their faces are slack as they appreciate my performance.

Finally, I pull my top off and toss it behind me, not caring where it lands because I want my hands busy with something else. My fingers fly to my nipples as I pluck and caress them for my mates.

Although my sense of smell isn't nearly as good as any of my three mates, I'm certain my arousal scent is wafting their way, because all at once my three males sniff, then their glances arrow toward the V at the juncture of my thighs. A few weeks ago, this would have mortified me. Today I just widen my stance as well as my smile.

I lick my palms, first one, then the other, then circle the flat of my hands on my nipples. It not only feels divine, but when Thallose groans in pleasure as he watches me, it makes me believe I'm the sexiest female on the planet.

When I begin to play with the latigo belt at my waist, Azael makes that primate groan that tells me he's slid into his more bestial self. Good.

"You like this, mates?" I ask as I swing my hips, allowing my leather leggings to slowly slide to the floor.

"My mate is naughty," Thallose accuses. "She might need to be taught how to be nicer to the males who love her."

There's an awkward moment as Thallose's eyes widen and all three of them wonder if he said something that would trigger my memories of the shit I endured Up Above. Instead, I say, "I can play that game, too. I may have to teach my males not to keep their mate waiting."

That sentence unleashes them. From one second to the next, all three of them spring to their feet and cross the distance between us. Dhar lifts me enough to rip my pants from around my ankles, then throws them across the room. Azael scoops me with one arm behind my knees and one under my back so he can get me horizontal on our nest of furs. Thallose positions himself at my head so his tongue can invade my mouth so thoroughly he leaves me speechless.

The monk splits my legs so wide I feel my tendons stretching, and the orc pounces on my breasts, fingers plucking one while his mouth suckles at the other.

Thallose removes his mouth from mine to release a string of filth into my ear.

"We're going to fuck you, Nadira. We're going to fill all your holes tonight. You're going to be dripping so much of all of our cum there won't be a person in all of Down Below who won't know you're a mated female, who you're mated to, and that we'll kill anyone who so much as looks at you without our permission."

Besides his dirty words thrilling me no end, it's wonderful to hear my other mates praise him.

"That's right, starflyer," says Azael.

"Tell her. Make sure she knows she's well and truly ours." After saying this, Dhar returns to his task of using that long, facile tongue to lick and flick my nipple so fast and hard I moan in pleasure.

Now that I'm reassured whatever contest the three of them were engaged in is behind them, I allow myself to sink into the soft fur and let them do whatever they want to me.