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He shoved forward, digging his hard shaft inside her wet heat—hard.
“Yes,” she cried out for more.
“Softer,” someone said.
Then, Luna’s stomach muscles contracted. Her pussy gripped his cock like a tight vise, trapping him inside her and seeming to…pull. Tosuck.
“Ma chekka!” Kobe’s claws punctured through the mattress beneath them, just over her head, as his eyes went fully black. His hips thrust again and again, his strength driving her up the bed with each motion.
“Too hard, Kobe,” someone warned, but he was past the ability to listen. Not with Luna’s little nails digging into his ass as her pussy spasmed around him.
In a turn of events, Luna’s pheromones spiked the air until every breath of oxygen triggered the animalistic parts of the shifters’ brains.
Heat.
“Oh,shit.” The next wave of her strew hit them like a freight train, almost knocking the men down and off the bed. Their cocks swelled even harder, reddening and filling up for her as if she controlled them. And she did. The prey had become the predator.
The alpha men were reduced to a panting mess of lust. They purred and rubbed their faces and erections against her smooth skin. Their rumblings and whispered words of desire washed over her flushed, naked body.
“Little lamb,” Bastille warned her, speaking directly into her ear. “You are about to getfucked.”
Chapter 29
Luna watched through hooded eyelids as the men lost their minds to lust.
Kobe’s hips surged forward again and again, fucking her with his engorged shaft. It was so damnbiginside her, taking up all the room. It breached against a spot she did not know existed—her fingers had never reached that far back to explore, and Rohan had never been this aroused and full for her.
It was arevelation.
All of the men’s hands on her skin, their lips and tongues working her to orgasm.
And Kobe…
Kobe’s original look of wonder, when he had first dipped inside of her, had fallen into an aggressive, animalistic, bared-teeth expression. His dark eyes were black holes, sucking her in as he urged his thick cock inside her. In, out. In, out. He moved so forcefully, his wide, strong thighs flexing with each movement. His large hands fisted the sheets on either side of her.
A new hand—Sly’s?—snaked down her stomach to play with her swollen clit while Kobe buried himself inside her again and again.
“Yes,” Luna cried. “So good!”
“Touch,” another masculine voice said—Bastille? It was hard to decipher anything over the loud grunts from Kobe and the whining from herself.
One hand captured hers and led her to a hard erection. He wrapped his fingers over hers, molding her grip over his shaft. “Touch me,” the voice rasped.
Drowning in pleasure, she began to stroke it. Another hand took her free one and placed it onto another hot length of virile flesh.
There she was, the woman who hated predators, masturbating two men while another claimed her and having the mounds of her breasts licked, nipped, and her clit massaged in tight circles.Who am I becoming?
“More,” she demanded.
Kobe shoved inside her even harder, hammering his hips to hers. Plunging and pumping himself into her. The fingers on her sensitive bundle of nerves sped up.
Luna’s eyes crossed. “Going to… Going to…” Every time she meant to finish her sentence, Kobe thrust, and she lost her train of thought.
“Going to be a good girl and come for us?” Bastille teased her, tightening her grip on his cock. He kissed down her neck, his hand kneading her breast. “You’re going to do a lot of coming tonight, Princess. No need to tell us each time or you will lose your pretty voice.”
“Can feel yousqueezing!” Kobe’s head fell back, his pace growing erratic. “Will never get enough—uhh.”
Sly pinched her clit, causing a sharp sting, before giving it a sexy littletug.
