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Mitag was moaning in earnest by the time they’d pulled off all his clothes. Charity’s sight might have been impeded, but their motions told her the specific activities they visited on him. She was basking in the effect they had on him, writhing as his enthusiastic tongue delved deep in her womanhood, as he sucked hungrily on her clit, as his fingers plunged in and fucked her.

Charity was awash in desire, her senses consumed. Ilid began pulling off his clothes, displaying a body less brawny than Detodev’s but phenomenally fit and exciting nonetheless. As soon as she was able, she touched him, eager to investigate his smooth skin stretched over solid muscle. Ilid’s hair was sleeker than the rest, sliding through her fingers like water. The combined scent of the men, sweet and spicy at once, made her mouth water in a decadent hunger to taste them.

Ilid muttered something in his own language. Mitag rose from between her legs, his expression caught amid passion and reluctance to leave. Charity finally had a decent view of the Imdiko. He’d told her he preferred aerobic activity to building muscle. He had his share of strength, however. His was a gracefully toned frame rather than Ilid’s power or Detodev’s heft. He was lovely everywhere, including the somehow elegant cocks jutting from his groin.

“Look at you three. I’m the luckiest girl on Haven,” she sighed.

Her statement was greeted by grins of various brightness. “I think we’re just as lucky,” Ilid said. “Especially since you’re giving me the opportunity to do what I’ve always wanted.”

“Have sex with an Earther?”

“Well, it’s part of it, but I hope for more.” He crawled up on the bed and knelt. He lifted her, and her mouth went dry at the casual strength he displayed doing so. He made it seem effortless when he had her straddle his thick thighs, putting his cocks against her mound. “Ready for an adventure?”

His expression of craving thrilled her. No hesitation slowed her answer. “Yes.”

“Do you remember the words for slow and stop?”

Her heartbeat quickened to discover he thought she might want to use them. The hint of risk roused rather than frightened her.“Werpac. Sholt.”

“All right. Let’s see how you feel about this.”

He lifted her higher, bringing her close. His primary nudged her pussy, but his secondary was off the mark. Ilid rose on his knees as the smaller cock somehow disappeared. It took Charity a moment to realize Mitag had eased it down, where it wouldn’t enter her anywhere.

Ilid drew her down onto himself and pushed in, joining them in the most ecstatic of embraces.

Charity’s head fell back, and she shouted her welcome. The ache of taking him as his girth increased added to the electric thrills shooting from where they linked. His secondary slid along the crack of her ass. She clawed his shoulders, and he snarled bestial delight at the sting. Their mouths met. They took turns biting the other’s lips as brute eagerness claimed them.

Her legs wrapped around his hips of their own accord. She gripped with all her strength and moved, riding him. He responded, thrusting deep when she descended. Jolts of pleasurable pain stabbed. She voiced every luscious instant.

The ache of taking him lessened, leaving rapture. They heaved as one, intent on gratification after having waited so long for intimacy together. When Ilid forced her to pause, only the tip of him inside, she wailed a wordless demand.

“More? Help me give her what she wants, Mitag.”

There was movement, the feeling of Ilid’s secondary sliding into place…but not at her rear entrance.

Charity gasped as the Dramok pressed the second girth in her cunt, intent on having it join his primary. She stared at him wide-eyed, speechless at the attempt. As he forged inward, her head began shaking.

“Oh yes. Yes, you will, my beauty, and you’ll love every moment of it.” His fangs flashed at her from behind his blunter teeth, turning him to pure primal male.

Chapter Fifteen

They were both soaking wet from excitement. As thick as the double impalement was, he was sliding in easily. Charity was stunned…then he found her inner sensitivity, and she had no room to be anything but incredibly aroused. So aroused that when he paused, she tried to bounce to take him in.

“You need to adjust,” he growled. “Sholt, Matara.”

It was his tone rather than the word slamming her to a halt. It held command she dared not defy despite the hunger eating up her insides. She froze in place, shuddering as she stared wide-eyed at Ilid.

His expression was as domineering as his voice. Charity had met few possessing such mischief-killing authority. Her father and two of her sister’s clanmates, Piras and Lokmi, had been the only others who’d wielded it so powerfully.

She trusted Ilid. She also didn’t dare question him when he looked at her as he did now.

The slight smile twitching a corner of his mouth did nothing to lessen the effect. “Better. My pace, for your own good. Do you understand?”

She nodded, unsure if she possessed a voice.

His gaze remained locked on hers as he pressed in a little further. Despite the thrill shooting straight to her skull as his cocks delivered intense friction, his bald stare kept her from demanding everything. She groaned and gripped him hard but offered no attempt to insist on him moving faster or deeper than he was willing to allow.

Because he held all the control, Charity was able to acknowledge the ache of taking him. She also noted it added rather than detracted from the violent pulses of need running through her, inciting recklessness. He was wise to be cautious.The part of her not impatient for all he could give her appreciated his care.

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