Page 12 of Radiant Shadows

His hands spread over my breasts and squeezed, making me arch backward and press my ass against him. He gripped my thighs as his thrusts intensified impossibly, his nails biting into my flesh.

Wait. If his hands were holding up my thighs, then how…

I parted my lust-heavy eyelids and glanced down, shocked to see two pairs of hands on my body. I followed the tattooed arms from my breasts to the bulky and very naked body that was now standing beside me, my eyes widening as they landed on the erect cock that was pointed right at me.

What the—

The man took my wrists into his large hands to hold me up as he stepped in front of me. I recognized him as Thor, the ruggedly handsome ursa from my calculus class—I was pretty sure Thor was his real name, but everyone called him that because he looked strikingly like the mouth-watering god from the Marvel movies.

“What the hell are you doing?” I whimpered between pants as Jackson continued to fuck me despite our unwanted guest. At this angle, I couldn’t even try to pry my wrists loose of his hold because he was now the only thing keeping me from falling ass over tit.

“Joining in on the fun,” Thor purred, accentuating his pouty lips.

He brought my wrists to his neck and draped them over his brawny shoulders for me to take purchase before loweringhimself to suck one of my nipples into his mouth as he cupped the other breasts and kneaded it with his fingers.

Distantly, I knew this was weird, but my desire had full control of the wheel, driving me to just bask in the sin of this moment. It helped that Thor was drop-dead gorgeous, and the things his tongue was doing to my nipple!Fuck!

Through a heady fog, I realized there were more bodies in the room, more hands caressing and grabbing and stroking different parts of my body. And not just me. There was a girl down on her knees beneath me, sucking Thor’s cock as he nibbled my breasts. And there was another guy behind me, sloppily kissing Jackson as his thrusts slowed to a lazy rhythm that turned me into putty.

Why was that so fucking hot?! Shouldn’t I be outraged? Possessive? Disgusted? But I was none of those things. Watching Jackson kiss that guy, watching the shoulders of whatever girl beneath me bob back and forth as she sucked off Thor, it was all insanely arousing. There were so many hands and mouths and dicks everywhere, and holy shit did I love it!

I had known weres were polyamorous, kind of the same way I knew water was made of hydrogen and oxygen atoms. But I’d never seen it, and certainly never been part of it. Was this a normal thing for them? Did they just have random orgies whenever a pair of them got busy?

And why did I like it so much? I felt dirty in the most exquisite way, liberated from rational thought like I was nothing more than my primal urges and carnal pleasures.

My position changed so many times, from the wall to the bed to eventually the floor, where I didn’t even know how many of us were piled and tangled and writhing like a nest of snakes.

I lost track of the orgasms that plagued me, my body now nothing more than a vessel for wanton bliss. Even after each one obliterated me and I felt certain I couldn’t possibly cum again, any little thing would throw me back into oblivion, like someone’s sharp gasp or grunted moan, or the feather-light tickle of hair on my thigh, or the press of a fingertip to the sensitive spot between my ass cheeks.

To his credit, Jackson wouldn’t allow any other man to take a turn with me, but…I wasn’t sure I would have cared if he had. My mouth had tasted so many others, my entire body a free-for-all of pets, pinches, kisses, and licks. At one point, I even found the same girl who’d serviced Thor lapping at my clit, and something about seeing the flick of her tongue like a kitten at a milk bowl sent me over the edge for the umpteenth.

I lost myself in the beautiful debauchery of it, in the symphony of howls and roars that left the mouths of the men when they found bliss. When Jackson finally reached his end, he pulled out of me and stroked his cock, his hot cum spilling onto my back as he added his own howl to the chorus.

I was completely spent. We all were. No one bothered to clean up or dress when they were done, just spooned around each other and fell asleep, naked and covered in all manner of decadence. Jackson scooped one large arm around my ribs and tucked me against his warm, sweaty body, and I was too drained and satiated to care.

As exhaustion welcomed sleep, my quickly fading mind wondered if this was who I was now. A stray that had been adopted into the pack. And was I willing to indulge in this carnage ever again?

Chapter 6

Arya

After such a lazy Christmas break, it was a real struggle getting back into schoolwork, which, insanely, this place resumed the day after New Years.

I woke up late and walked around until noon before I realized I’d put my pants on inside-out. When I ran back to my room between classes to fix that, I discovered I’d also forgotten to put on deodorant.

To make matters worse, Tobias’s behavior at the ball weighed on me, and thanks to his dad sticking around the last two days, I hadn’t had a chance to speak to him about it. The whole thing felt off, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. It seemed I was destined to be the last one to know pretty much everything that affected my life.

So, when I arrived at defense training and saw Caesar motioning me over, I couldn’t help but groan.

“Hello, Arya. I’m sorry to do this to you on your first day back, but I’m going to need you to stay for an additional hour today. We need to step up your training.”

“Of course, we do,” I sighed, unintentionally letting the sarcasm seep into my voice.

Caesar didn’t seem to notice. “We’re going to try you in another sim.”

I kept my disdain to myself this time, though the sim room was not my favorite way to train. When I sparred against Caesar, I atleast knew he wouldn’t really hurt me. With the sim room, there was no guarantee of my safety. It was all so real. I understood that was the point, to prepare me for real-life battles. But I wasn’t any more eager for it than I would be to get a root canal—in fact, I might prefer a root canal.

I held back during class, saving my energy for what was to come. After all the other students trickled out, I went directly to the sim room to await Caesar’s instructions. When he joined me, he wore the same wearied expression as the day he’d told me about displaying my skills to the general.

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