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Cyril chuckled, and Atlas shook his head. "It's to see how long it takes for us to surrender," Atlas answered.

CHAPTER 8

Elias

I crossedmy ankles and leaned to the left as Atlas grunted and bucked in Cyril's grip. Victoria was out of sight, hidden behind the writhing bodies on the bed, and if she didn't reappear in a moment it would be a challenge not to get up and follow her.

"Would you like a better view?" Cyril hissed, rolling his entire body, tail squeezing around Atlas's chest and legs, the minotaur's eyes rolling back in pleasure. Cyril's hands gripped Atlas's broad horns, drawing him into an arch, driving him forward with every deep grind. "Do you want to see my cock thrusting between his thick cheeks? It's quite a picture, I assure you."

A step tapped against the hardwood floor. I straightened, ears and antenna twitching uncontrollably.

"That's not necessary."

Was she breathless, or just trying to be unobtrusive?

And then a wisp of red appeared, and Victoria walked slowly around the bed, emerging from behind the lovers to face their sides, a respectful distance back from the bed but her eyes sharp. Her cheeks were blatantly flushed, and I itched now more thanever to join her, to scent her arousal, hover my wing at her side to see if her temperature had risen.

"You're keeping Atlas from coming?" she asked, bent slightly, a sudden focus at the minotaur's irritatingly impressive cock. It was too long and heavy to stand truly upright, but it made an arc in the air, tip slick and gleaming. Her head tilted, and I realized she was looking below to where the end of Cyril's tail had Atlas's weighty sac in a vise grip.

Cyril was quiet for a moment, swallowing a moan as Atlas rocked back into his thrusts. "It'd be a shame to waste him," Cyril rasped.

Victoria blinked at that, opened her mouth for another question, and then paused, watching the pair instead. Atlas huffed in deep breaths, his thrashing now in tempo with Cyril's sinuous motion. The naga's groan of pleasure was airy and quiet, and he nuzzled into Atlas's throat, the moment suddenly private, personal. Victoria took quiet steps away from them, watching the whole picture now, giving the couple the space to enjoy one another.

The interview had gone long, but neither Cyril nor Atlas made any complaint, and Victoria had long since stopped observing the clock in the corner near me. I'd scheduled them early in the day for this exact reason. Victoria's curiosity was insatiable, and they were a good pair to satisfy her—well,thatpart of her. Granted, Cyril approached answers like a form of foreplay, and stoic Atlas had an eager gleam in his eye when it came to performing.

"That's it," Atlas breathed, and then snarled as Cyril retaliated his soothing with a brutal grip on his balls. "Go on, my love. Give me what I want."

Cyril's arms lashed around Atlas's chest, and his tail grew restless, sliding up and down the silk of Atlas's fur. Scalesshivered and gleamed, a softzzzzipsounding as they brushed together, like glass pebbles being stirred by gentle fingers.

One of Atlas's arms squirmed free of Cyril's trap, hand reaching back and tangling into silky dark locks, thick neck stretching and flexing to offer Cyril's nibbles more room. They were beautiful together, a show I'd enjoyed and partaken of in the past, but my interest was now more eager for the slow, halting steps of the woman moving closer to my seat. Would she join me? Or continue to walk in circles around them?

Long, pale legs and freckled knees with the unsteady gait of a fawn, hips wider than slender shoulders, loose shirt hiding what I suspected would be modest breasts and an exquisite collarbone. I wasn't generally aroused by physical appearances, although I appreciated fine aesthetics, but I'd found myself fantasizing about little pieces of Victoria recently. Her hair tangling around me, the top of her head under my gaze, elegant fingers stroking my fur, and now these freckled knees would be tormenting me in my idle hours. She turned, and the backs of her knees were almost translucent, blue veins stark and pronounced under delicate skin I wanted to drag my claws over, trace the paths with my tongue.

Cyril released a rattling cry and then silenced abruptly, the snap of his jaw muffled beneath Atlas's appreciative groan. Victoria stumbled back two steps, just out of reach. If I thought it wouldn't startle her, I could lean forward and cup my hands around her hips, draw her back into me, settle her onto my lap for the rest of the show.

Victoria gasped at a sudden scuffle on the bed, and I tore my eyes from her.

Atlas untangled Cyril's now satisfied body from around his limbs, taking the naga by the shoulders and rising up onto his hooves, horns nearly scratching the ceiling. Cyril's smile was lazy at being bested, his mouth gleaming with Atlas's blood, mouthopening invitingly and long tongue flicking out, cleaning drips of glittering precum from Atlas's angry red shaft.

I didn't have to grab Victoria; she was paying too close attention to the couple as she stepped back, and I wet my lips as she almost mistook my lap for her seat. Rather than disturb her focus, I claimed the grip of her hips I'd been imagining—perfectly plush and fitted to my large hands—and guided her to the side, offering her the seat at my right.

"Now you'll see why I put up with Cyril's wicked mouth," Atlas teased, thick fingers tangling further into Cyril's hair, guiding his cock deeper between stretched lips.

Victoria's breath was uneven as she sat next to me, and she didn't notice as our arms brushed close. Slowly, I leaned in, breathing deeply and catching the whiff of her interest, musky and tart, ample enough to make my mouth water.

"Holy shit," Victoria murmured, eyes widening, and I glanced back to the bed, chuckling as Cyril's throat flexed and swelled, Atlas's cock disappearing inches at a time.

"One of my favorite things about the integration of species is finding all the fascinating ways unexpected pairs suit each other. Few can take all of Atlas or his kind," I said, keeping my voice soft and close to Victoria's ear.

"I did wonder," she answered. Her blouse rustled with the force of her breaths, and I glanced at the buttons. Was she small enough to not need to wear a bra? I could suck at her nipples as she watched Cyril gobbling down Atlas's enormous cock. Just a few loose buttons and— "His throat massages rather than needing to thrust. It's…gentler than I thought it would be," she whispered.

I cleared my throat, blinking, and refocused on the couple on the bed. If Victoria worried her arousal was unprofessional, she definitely wasn't about to let me seduce her in front of her study subjects.Focus, Elias. The seduction can come later.

"They're a mated pair," I said.

"Mating can be open? Or the flirting is just?—"

"A bit of both. For some, mating makes it easier to have an open sexual relationship, I believe," I said, shrugging. "You're very secure in a mated pairing. There's no chance of another person fracturing that connection."

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