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Lythell looks like he wants to devour her where we stand.

“Since you’re Maska, are there any differences from the Alphest we should be aware of?” I ask, even though all I want to do is fuck her. The only thing is I have no idea how we do that. It’s not like Lythell has told me what it’s like to be with an Alphest.

“I cannot have sex in this form.” She seems to shed her tail before stepping over it, looking human. And naked.

Very, very naked.

It’s hard to keep my eyes from dropping to her pretty pink pussy. “But from what the doctor said, I can likely impregnate myself from cum in any of my holes. We can’t be sure until after my heat, and since this is my first one, I guess we’ll know soon, won’t we?”

Lythell hums. “Sulessta. Mate. Your heat is rising. If there is anything we must know, now is the time to tell us.”

My stomach chooses that moment to growl, and I make a face. “Please tell me there’s food. I missed breakfast, and we were justabout to get lunch at Field to Fork when we scented you and your impending heat.”

“I just returned from the grocery store. Let’s just hope you can find something you want from what I have.” She laughs, leading the way to the kitchen. “We will talk while we eat. Lythell is correct. It won’t be long until my heat hits.”

This wasn’t how I imagined my day going, but I’m damn glad it did.

“Shit, we need to text someone at the farm.” I turn to Lythell. “We need to let them know we won’t be back for a few days. I didn’t even bring my phone.”

Lythell rolls his eyes—which, by the way, is really weird to see in a serpent’s head—and pulls his phone out. “I will message my father. He will let the others know.”

“Farm?” Sulessta asks over her shoulder, having already made it to the fridge.

I hum. “We live about thirty minutes outside of town on a communal farm.”

“Really? My parents always said the farm had to be a cult,” Aryx says with a smirk. He’s buttoned his pants back up, but he’s still shirtless. It makes him fit in with me and Lythell, though, as we never wear shirts—I hate the way they feel around my wings.

Lythell, though? He never wears clothes. The only reason I do is because otherwise, my dick would be hanging out all the time. I don’t get to tuck mine away inside my tail like he does.

Lucky bastard.

“We’re not a cult.” Lythell doesn’t say anything else, and I laugh.

“That’s what someone in a cult would say.” I snort at the dirty look Lythell shoots my way. “Like I said, he’s not much of a talker. After we discuss the heat, I’ll tell you all about it.”

I look up in surprise when a plate of sandwiches is set before me. “Thank you, Sulessta.”

“It is my job to take care of my mates so you can take care of me.” Her smile is soft as she passes plates to Lythell and Aryx before biting into her own sandwich.

Fucking perfect.

Chapter Three

Aryx

Imight be (mostly)human, but even I can tell when Sulessta’s heat starts.

Her lavender and eucalyptus scent rises in the air, making my dick hard and my mouth salivate.

Must breed. Fill her with our cum until she’s pregnant.

Shaking my head, I try to push those thoughts away.

I don’t even know where those thoughts are coming from. I’ve never had a breeding kink before, but the longer I’m around her, breeding her seems to be the only thing I can think of.

A growl fills the room, and it takes me a moment to realize it’s coming from me.

What the actual fuck?

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