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His eyes remained shut tight, his brow furrowed and gleaming with sweat as he sank a finger deep in his ass. He mewled, and I didn’t shy away like I had done before. The first splash on my leaves and custard fired out of me. My stalk twirled upright, the leaves frantic to get any drop of cum to sprinkle them and seep down my stalk so it could mix my custard.

I panted, sure I went cross-eyed at one point as the llama fell forward, panting and groaning, as he struggled to balance on one hand while he continued to fuck his ass right in my face. The urge to shift and lick his hole with how he smelled became a battle.

“I’m a pervert,” he muttered breathlessly.

What?

Chapter Four

Drew

It was too much. I felt like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, and I had no one to talk to about it. There was an odd feeling inside me, one I couldn’t explain. It hurt. I hurt.

My body ached like I’d gotten hit by Randy in full head-butting mode the moment I’d left the garden. Ashamed of myself for having cum harder than I had in my entire life, I’d not noticed initially the feeling that had come minutes later after I’d cleaned up.

It was… disconcerting. Scary even when for a moment I’d actually thought someone in the pride had said ‘what’when I’d uttered ‘I’m a pervert’.I mean, I clearly was. How else did I explain what had happened out in the garden? I was getting off on the sexual tension of my pride members. It made me…

The panicked voice of Randy in my head ripped me from my thoughts. With one glance at the dark window, I jumped out of bed, hearing the rest of the pride moving around.

Intruder.

Fuck, who was it now? Had Amell decided that he’d try breaking and entering now?

Slipping into sweats and a T-shirt, I came out of my room to see Maximus, Apollo and Leonidis heading down the stairs. Their mates, dressing, appeared behind them as I rushed after them, ready to llama out if need be. My kind might look cute, but when riled it was more watch out because we could get vicious when provoked. And with how I had the weird weight and ache insideme, I was ready to help someone into a pan to cook their ass, just not the rhubarb.

Three minutes of drama, and it was all over. Glen, a shifty-looking lion who I’d never liked because he was so damn weak a small breeze could get him bowing to any pressure, had shown up. I listened as he cried out his story. One we were all familiar with and, as much as I wanted to feel sorry for him, it was his brother I was worried about. The selfish ass deserved everything he got because he’d chosen Amell’s pride over ours when he’d purposely helped to hurt Randy. Maximus still bore the scar of that skirmish.

Then things started to get interesting as Tartie and Randy got a little more absorbed in each other. I could scent the arousal, and with how my body was I wasn’t taking any chances. My emotions rolled through me; next thing I was coughing and spat out a love heart sweet at Tartie.

He bent and picked it up, looking perplexed. “Rhubarb blush?”

Randy grinned so widely I had to swallow twice to hold back the giggle when he added an ass wiggle. “That’s us.”

More for effect because secretly I was pleased with how happy Randy was with his love heart, and how Tartie didn’t hesitate to hold on to the sweet, I groused, “Don’t start. Go get dressed. Burke can cook. We need to figure out this shit, ‘cause right now, it feels like things are about to go sideways.” I tsked and tutted, seeing none of us would be going back to bed. I worried about what this all meant when Maximus started his interrogation.

Hours later Butch had arrived, so Leonidis and me were hiding out now the drama had died down.

“What’s with you? It’s not like you’re the one expected to talk to the sheriff?”

I glanced sideways at Leonidis, who wore a glum expression and shrugged, working to hide my embarrassment, my mind rushing to come up with something that wasn’t the truth because telling the only other non-mated person I was imagining getting all stalked in the garden wasn’t on my top list of things to do. “It’s all this.” I pointed around the room, even though there were only us there. “Glen turning up…”

He nodded. “I hoped we had left that crazy bunch behind us.” He gave a mournful sigh. “Yet, here we are, finding out that we can’t. That no matter what, Amell still has his claws in us.” He rubbed at his chest where I knew he bore the scars that Amell had left.

Leonidis was the most attractive lion—human I had ever come across. His smile could make even a terrified llama forget his own name. It was that smile that had stopped me from running from him when he’d discovered me hiding out in the forest near the pride land that Maximus owned. I’d been injured, run off by the herd I’d been living with because I’d spat a love heart sweet at the alpha. It had the words ‘fuck off’ on it because when my emotions were high I couldn’t speak, so my feelings came outon the love hearts that I spat. Many thought it was gross, and I suppose it was, but I had no control over it and it was why I appreciated my pride. They didn’t judge me for it.

Would that be different if they found out what I was doing in the garden? That, I was convinced, might be a whole parcel of rhubarb different.

Returning to the conversation, I nodded. “It feels like it.” I hugged him and wished we were mates because we were such good friends. “But remember, we’ll never let him get near you.” I kissed his cheek. “We got your back. The pride and the parcel.”

A dry, humorless chuckle was his only reply.

When I pulled away, I patted his arm. “Go watch one of your movies, and I’ll help clean up the kitchen for you.”

If you didn’t help with cooking, then it was clean-up duty.

His shoulders sagged as he nodded and skipped quickly toward the stairs. Back in the kitchen, I kept quiet and listened to Randy rambling with half an ear. Being one of two left unmated, it could be a little overwhelming with how happy everyone was.

I swallowed the sigh and took out my frustration on the kitchen counters.

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