Page 36 of Fool's Bargain

She gnashed her teeth at the two satyrs who held her down, her eyes wild swirls of blue. Dark protrusions erupted from just above her temples, growing into antlers the length of her arms. The guys barely managed to avoid being mauled by her thrashing head and I stared wide-eyed at the glorious, wild creature Ione had become.

“My god, you’re beautiful,” I whispered, reaching out to cup her cheek with my free hand. She swung her head around, spearing me with a fevered look. When my palm touched her face, her vision seemed to clear a tiny bit and she struggled against the grip the guys had on her arms.

“Zarya!” she cried, pulling against them so hard I worried she might break something.

“Let her go,” I said.

Kyril gave me an uncertain look, but Ione had stopped fighting them, her attention fixed on me, a desperate look in her eyes. He eased his hold, letting her have her arm, and Dorian followed suit a second later. Ione surged up, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me back down. I was forced to reclaim the hand I’d been fucking her with, and Theo’s cock slipped out of me, but being held in her arms, kissed to within an inch of my life, made the absence worthwhile.

“Are you okay?” I asked in a husky voice when she finally released me from the kiss. Our bodies were slick with moisture, the wet friction tantalizing as I tried to reposition myself to look down at her. Her legs tangled with mine, one thigh lifting and pressing against my tender pussy. My eyelids fluttered closed and I tilted my hips seeking closer contact.

“I’m better than fine now that I’ve found you. It’s you who needs us now. Let Theo finish what he started.” She lifted her hips a little, sending a fresh jolt of pleasant friction through my clit.

“You didn’t come,” I protested, holding tight to her, unwilling to reposition myself and lose the delicious contact I had with her. She pushed a hand down between us, slid two fingers between my folds and found my clit. Stroking me, she kept her eyes fixed on mine. Her aqua gaze deepened with the sensation and I knew she was feeling it as much as I was thanks to the meld. It was as if every sensation was magnified and reflected back at me.

“I will when you do,” she said.

Dorian settled down on his knees at Ione’s side and rested a hand on her belly. “Will you let us help?” He slid his hand down her belly in a slow caress and my own stomach tensed in anticipation of the touch. Ione didn’t alter her movement between my thighs, but when Dorian’s thumb found her clit, we both let out breathy cries.

“Okay.” I nodded, shifting my gaze from Ione to Dorian, then to Kyril on the other side. Finally I pushed back up onto my knees and looked over my shoulder. Theo still loomed behind me, his enormous cock as stiff and curved as his horns, and still glistening with my juices. Jesus Christ, had he been fucking me withthat? I spread my knees wider, my pussy giving a sharp twinge of need to be filled once again. Somewhere deep inside my mind I could feel the wildness churning inside Theo, the unquenched craving to fuck me until I screamed.

“Fuck me, big boy,” I said. “Make it good.”

His intense expression cracked as he threw me a wicked smile, then he was on me again. He grabbed my hips with both hands, hauled me up higher, widened his stance, and slammed his cock deep once more. I clung to Ione, too breathless to do more than grunt like an animal while Theo rode me.

She laughed and moaned, then combed her fingers through my hair and pulled my face to hers for another hungry kiss. I nipped at her lip, the urge to bite even stronger than it had been before. I vaguely registered that someone else’s fingers were between my thighs, working my clit—Kyril, I guessed, since Dorian was busy with his fingers between Ione’s legs.

Ione pulled back and shook her head. “No biting, pretty one. We can talk about that after we’ve thrice melded. I want to be sure you want it when we blood meld.”

Her voice cracked and—were those tears in her eyes? A sense of deep sadness sank into me but was overwhelmed by the quickening pace of the satyr fucking me. I buried my face in Ione’s neck, nails digging into her shoulders. She hooked one ankle around the back of my thigh, her legs spread beneath me while Dorian worked his fingers into her pussy, his large hand disappearing as easily as mine had when she’d shifted. Then I couldn’t focus enough to watch, too overwhelmed by all the sensations bombarding me. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathed in Ione’s scent, and surrendered to Theo’s fucking.

When Ione cried out her release a second later, I was already well into the grip of my own, my body awash in cascading sensations. Theo roared behind me, loud enough to drown out the ocean. My core clenched around him, rippling with the force of my climax as he filled me with the hot flood of his essence.

Tears streamed down my face and I gasped for breath as he pulled out and staggered back, his seed spilling down my thighs in a hot flood. Kyril surged to his feet, shifting into a similar enormous horned beast with a massive erection as he rose and took Theo’s place. I barely had a second to take a breath before he filled me once again, the friction of his cock throwing me back into a tailspin of pleasure I couldn’t escape from.

Beneath me, Ione shuddered as Dorian slid his hand out of her sopping cunt and held me closer, kissing my cheeks and eyes and murmuring words of encouragement. Dorian disappeared from view but I felt a second pair of hands roaming over my body, caressing in gentle strokes that were at odds with the pounding of Kyril’s cock.

“You take his cock so well, I wonder if you can handle two of us at once.” Dorian’s lust-roughened voice was right at my ear, one of his hands on my breast, the other stroking my back. “One in your ass and one in that sweet snatch. Or both of us stretching your pussy so wide you scream. You’re perfect for us, Zar. You do realize that, right? For all four of us. If someone had told me yesterday that I’d wind up sharing a human woman as a mate with my student and my brothers, I’d have called bullshit, yet here you are. Now let me watch you come on Kyril’s cock so I can take my turn fucking you.”

As he spoke his words incited tempting images of all the things they would do. In every vision, the rough, brutal, and oh so perfect fucking was tempered by the gentle strength of the woman whose arms held me now. When I came again, she captured my cries with her mouth, kissing me hard, then delicately licking my tears from my cheeks.

In a moment of reprieve between the two satyrs, I opened my eyes to look at her. She stared back in wonder and hope, her eyes wet. “You’re the one, aren’t you?”

I blinked at her, realizing the desperate longing that filled me wasn’t just my own need, but hers as well. It fit within the emptiness in her heart, filling it up with the promise of a shared future that neither of us had believed we’d ever find.

Dorian’s rough thrust into me made me gasp at the reminder of another emptiness I’d forgotten I had, and I lost myself yet again to pleasure so great it blotted out the ache of loneliness.

I was theirs now, and they were mine, and I would do anything to hold on to them.

18

Zarya

Dorian was the gentlest of the three satyrs, even in his primal shape. When he slid into me with a slow, easy stroke, he urged me up until my back was flush with his chest. Ione followed on her knees, pressing close, her body undulating with ours as he fucked me and her pelvis rocked against mine. I’d regained enough presence of mind to reach between her legs again and was gratified that she let me tease her to climax, her moans getting lost amid the sounds of my and Dorian’s intense orgasms.

“You both are so fucking beautiful when you come,” Dorian whispered. “I’m not sure if the three of us really deserve to be part of this.”

“Bite your tongue,” I said in an exhausted slur, hanging on to Ione as Dorian slipped out of me. My thighs were coated to the knees in satyr spend, my thighs sliding together when Ione urged me down into an inebriated heap on the cushions of the chaise. “I feel drunk. Literally. And I know I only had a few sips of that whiskey before.”

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