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“Says you,” Sly muttered, hungrily watching Luna wiggle on the bed. “I’m the youngest of our incredibly old group; I can go all night.”
“You’ve never experienced a prey’s heat before,” Bastille said. “It’s not just sex—it’s like she fucking drains your cock of cum.”
“Moonbeam, say you want us to sate you,” Kobe rasped, fighting off the pheromones as best he could, but his body lurched forward inch by inch, pulled by an invisible force. “You must say it.”
“Please,” she cried out, vibrating on the bed with need. “I—I need…Oh!I need you.”
Bastille’s fangs lengthened in his mouth.
She has decided her fate.
Chapter 28
Luna watched as her stomachrippledbefore her. Her body was betraying her. But, Gods, she couldn’t think through the sensations. Sheneeded.
“Please, touch me.” Was that her voice? Her demand? Everything seemed to blur but the men standing around the bed. Their alpha scents had always gotten to her, but now, it was like nothing before.
She reached up with her own hands to remove Kobe’s shirt from her body.
Kobe jumped onto the bed, crawling up to level his face to hers. “Forgive me,ma chekka.” He ripped the shirt into two shreds of fabric, wrenching it from her.
She gasped as he nuzzled her breasts.
Another male’s large hands trailed over her hips.
Kobe shifted to the side so he could cup her breasts and suckle her aching nipples. The sensations shot through her and gathered thickly below her abdomen. He laved the sensitive pink peaks of flesh with his tongue, then sucked and nibbled. Tears streamed down her face from how good it felt.
“No tears,” Bastille’s deep voice rang out, his thumb catching a drop of the saltwater. “We will make the pain go away, little lamb.”So muchaffectionin his voice, she noted, surprised.
A tongue dove between her folds, searching for and finding her pulsing clit. Nikolai’s red eyes blazed as he looked up at her from his position between her legs. His fangs were distended, but he carefully moved his lips and tongue so he did not pierce her. Why did shewanthim to pierce her?
Other hands brushed over her body, caressing her hair, neck, hips, and thighs. She had never felt so…desired. Bastille, Kobe, Sly, and Nikolai all watched her every reaction to their touches, doubling up on whatever caused her to moan—which was almost everything. Her skin was hypersensitive, tingling like every pore opened up to receive more attention.
Feverish, she panted for breaths. Nikolai gripped her inner thighs, prying them as wide open as they would go, so he could devour her wet, pink flesh.
Her inner muscles clamped down around nothing and released, begging to be filled. “Please.”
Nikolai removed his mouth from her to rasp, “She’ssoaked.”
“Please,” she screamed as another round of contractions shook her body. “Please, please fuck me.”
The men cursed. “She’s too fragile. Even if she wasn’t strewing, even without the pheromones, there’s no way we could maintain enough control not to hurt her. She’s a prey.”
To distract her from their discussion, Sly slipped two fingers into her slit, entering her and stroking the secret spot deep inside her. “This what you need, baby?”
“More!Fuck me, please.”
Kobe cursed. “Could hurt you.”
“Please!”
Bastille punched the wall, headbutting it as well for good measure. “Not only is she a prey—look at her. She’sdelicate. We can’t. We’re too fucking strong. We could grab at her hips and break her damn pelvis.”
“She needs it.” Sly curled his fingers inside her, continuing to stroke that hidden, ribbed flesh. Her chest flushed with a sheen of sweat as more wetness leaked from her. “There’s no way she breaks through the heat and stops strewing pheromones until she’s thoroughly—”
“Don’t say it.”
“Fucked,” Sly finished. “Thoroughly fucked.”
