Episode Thirty-Four We’ll Manage

A lliana

My body slumps into the furs, wrecked, as I still hear his name echoing in the high-ceilinged chamber.

I want to kiss his handsome face, still slicked with my cream as much as I want to reach up and slap his beefy naked ass in punishment for making me beg. I don't do either because I'm too tired to move a muscle.

Finally, I dredge up one word, "Sadist." When I hear his throaty chuckle, it spurs me to say more. "You're very good at that."

"At being a sadist, Alliana, or making you scream my name?"

He tumbles next to me, pokes his face next to mine, and seems eager to hear my answer.

"Both." I try to put a pouty tone into my voice, but only succeed in making it sound like high praise. I guess that's not unexpected. He deserves a chorus of kudos.

He lifts his finger to his mouth and, with exaggerated motions, his eyes rolling in pleasure, he licks my cream off his finger.

You would think I hadn't had a release in weeks, much less a few minutes ago, because his animalistic pleasure sparks hot desire deep within me.

"Ready for more?" he asks, his browridge winging up in question.

"Only if it involves you putting your thick cock inside me."

My eyes fly wider as I wonder how, in the span of two weeks, I've become so brazen, so bold.

"Did you hear that?" he asks. Neither of us have forgotten that the two males in the little pool have been unashamedly looking our way. "Our little prize has gotten so very good at asking for what she wants."

Leave it to Mirron to take my shame and turn it upside down, praising it instead.

"I don't truly have the right to call you mate until you give me that gorgeous cock of yours, do I? You're right, I'm asking for what I want."

"You won't have the right to call any of us mate until we sink our teeth into your shoulder and you bear each of our marks."

Oh. Is that how it works? My channel clenches in a flutter as I suddenly want that more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

I roll onto him, straddling his muscled abdomen, then lean to kiss his lips.

"You taste like me."

"Aye. And soon you're going to taste like me. Or Dek. Or that insolent kit who's been lucky enough to have far too much of you lately."

He lifts his head to kiss me again, then pierces me with the most adoring gaze from his blue and brown eyes and urges, "Ride me, Little Prize. Take me just the way you want. Because we're going to take you just as we want. All. Night. Long."

Oh. I don't know what is more arousing. The thought of riding this great beast of a male, or being taken by my three lovers. I guess that remains to be seen.

I straddle his waist, then lean down and graze the beaded tips of my nipples along the sleek pelt of his chest.

He huffs, then lows like the minotaur he is, reminding me of his bestial origins. It makes me want him even more, though I didn't think that was possible.

I grip his girth, my hand behind me, and suddenly have a pang of mourning that I haven't explored him with my mouth. Oh well. I won't let the sun rise on me without having tasted him.

All my males are far larger than the ancient human men who used me to take their pleasure, but Mirron is bigger than his packmates. When I place him against my entrance, my eyes flare wide as I wonder if he'll fit.

He gives me a piercing gaze and the smallest tip of his lips. "Go at your own speed, Little Prize. We'll manage."