Page 14 of Night's Bride

Despite her words, Emily curled her arms around his neck between two of the bony defensive plates that protruded from between his shoulders and the back of his skull as he lowered her onto the pile of cushions and furs. Her fingers teased the long locks of his mane as she smiled invitingly up at him. He lowered himself slowly to her side, and one of his hands came to brush her jaw in cupping her cheek. Vikt rumbled quietly, the sound something like velvet buffing over her senses, and she shivered as he settled behind her. His hands skimmed her arms as Vrel petted her belly and waist with small, warm strokes of his fingers. Her eyelashes lowered with a sigh of pleasure as eight hands explored her, brushing over her in just the right way to send tiny butterfly tremors rushing all over her.

Her lips parted on a sigh as her shirt was pulled off her and Vrel’s cool tongue teased the sensitive skin along the top of her breasts. She was happy that she had stopped wearing bras because Vrel’s mouth closed around her nipple quickly and Vikt lapped at the other before tugging it gently into the depth of his mouth. Unlike the caress of their tongues under the contact with air, the inside of their mouths was hot, and each drag on her nipples between their fangs sent a pulse between her legs.The tantalizing sensation made her arousal bloom in a warm pool that gathered first within her belly, and then dripping from within her cunt.

Impatient hands tugged her skirt down around her waist and off her hips before Vrel gathered the material into his lower hands and tossed it impatiently aside. He panted eagerly as he stared down at her with hungry, luminous eyes.

Emily smiled coyly up at him as she sat up just enough to curl her fingers around his swollen sheath. He made a garbled sound of pain and desire as she rubbed her fingers over his concealed thickness. He still needed this from her—both of her mates did—but she never got tired of it. She treated it almost ritualistically now: petting and stroking their sheathes with her fingers until she worked her way down to its base. She could feel his hot precum against her palm where the very tip of his primary cock had emerged from its sheath. It trailed a slick path against her as she cupped him with her opposite hand while she continued to stroke him until his hips snapped up with each tug. Tiny growls erupted from him as he whined and writhed against her hold until at last she curled her fingers around that sensitive spot and squeezed so that his cocks exploded forth with a hot stream of precum bathing her hand.

“Emily,” he rasped, and she slid her hand down the length of his bared primary cock so that he trembled against her, his big body leaning into her with ecstasy.

“It’s okay. Just go with it,” she murmured in turn as she slicked her hand down the pebbly surface and thickly veined length of his primary cock.

The angled flat head covered an impressive area. From the tip to the bottom of the ruffled head was just a little over half the length of her palm. It was no wonder it felt so wonderful inside of her. Just beneath it, the bumpy length of his secondary phallus brushed the back of her hand, sendinga little shiver through her. She gently squeezed its bulbous head, and Vrel’s breath quickened as his muscles leaped with anticipation. Leaning forward, she pressed a tiny kiss to its tip before dropping back to roll onto her knees and lift her bottom into the air. Vrel crept forward eagerly, and Emily reached behind her to grip his primary cock and bring the tip flush with her sex. He didn’t need any more encouragement than that. His hips snapped forward, driving the ruffled head into her channel, stretching her with a teasing, brushing sensation as he pressed deep within her.

Emily groaned and cupped his secondary cock beneath her palm to press it against her clit, and every bump rubbed against her as his hips rocked gently and he thrust carefully within her. Vrel always treated her as if she were spun glass, and she always privately enjoyed it even when it frustrated her as much as it currently was in the midst of their intimacy. As thick as his primary cock was, she wanted and needed more of it. She pressed back, meeting him thrust for thrust as she squeezed his secondary cock so that he growled and his hips jerked and drove forward with his pleasure. He went with her playfulness, his hips kicking forward at every instigation so that he would ram his cock into her in ways that made her cunt clench pleasurably around him. Finally, Vrel grunted and adjusted his position crouched over, his large body covering her, and his hips swived, burying his cock in her with a firm thrust that nearly drove her breath from her lungs.

“Our Emily,” he rasped into her hair. “Our mate.”

The muscles of his belly curled against her back, his breath coming in sharper pants as she whimpered with every thrust that drove him into her sheath and rubbed his secondary cock in a quick glide against the outer parts of her sex and clit until she could barely breathe properly with the combined effect. Hot pleasure began to blaze deep within her as his tempo quickened,and his primary cock barely withdrew more than a few inches before driving back in to fill her completely in a thumping crescendo that nearly lifted her off her knees as his cock drove repeatedly against the mouth of her womb. Emily began to cry out as she began to quiver and shake intensely with the rising pleasure.

She rocked back and forth on her hands and knees when she could, her breasts swinging freely as her sex rippled with the pleasure from the pendulous weight of their movement. Her sex creamed and dripped as his cock shuttled in and out of the slippery mess, thickening it with the streams of precum that his cock spat into her with every stroke. She was dripping with their mingled juices and yet it sent an extra curl of heat through her pleasure, and she was finally forced to brace herself as his hips took on a pulsing that made her toes curl and thighs clench seconds before she exploded with ecstasy.

Vrel followed her over, his growls rising over her cries as he emptied himself into her with hot ropes of cum flooding her channel and bathing her deepest recesses. He pulled away with a moan, his cock tugging free in such a way that it sent a little pulse of pleasure rocketing through her.

Gasping, she fell forward on her elbows, and she focused on drawing in gulps of air as her body twitched with the spasm shooting through her sex. Vikt kneeled before her, watching her patiently. She knew that he would wait for however long it took for her to invite him to join with her. It was practically torture for him to stare so quietly at her, waiting expressionlessly while she felt as if she was still burning up inside with her desire.

“Come here,” she whispered and immediately smiled when he crept forward as he maintained his crouch, his gaze sliding over her in a manner that seemed almost reverent.

Come to think of it, Vrel had also worn the same expression. If it were anyone else, she might have been worried about havingthat much power and influence over another person. But with them it felt natural and right. It wasn’t power over them but an exchange of power between them, each giving and taking in their own way.

She squeezed Vikt’s sheath with slightly more force, and the male nearly doubled over with his groan of pleasure as his cocks shot forward, the upper cock driving into her mouth as her lips parted for it. Her mate snarled, his primary cock spasming as it pulsed its sweet, sticky substance over her tongue. Holding him tightly within her mouth, she stroked her tongue over the slick ruffles of its head, teasing and sucking on them until she felt the bite of his claws against her scalp and shoulders where he had come to grip her. Emily bobbed her head a few times, sucking and lapping against his length until he was nearly crazy with it, and the sting from his claws grew sharper until she finally released him from her mouth with a gasped moan.

It didn’t take long for Vikt to notice what he’d done and jerk his hands back in horror, but she merely smirked up at him as he stared down at her with wild eyes. Grinning up at him shamelessly, she leaned back and spread her legs in invitation until the male fell over her with a growl. His big body covered hers, and his hips thrust instinctively with his maddened desire. It was only by chance that he found the mark that first time, and not only his primary cock slipped within her readied sheath but his secondary cock split her well-lubricated ass upon its tip, stretching both holes tightly around him. Emily made a choked sound as she lifted her own hips in response, and Vikt’s growl of pleasure vibrated through her. Although she’d had both of his cocks stuffed within her cunt before, this was the first time either he or Vrel opened her so completely.

Her ass and cunt squeezed in response, and Vikt flew into motion, his hips driving against her with the enthusiasm of a male who had been painfully aroused while his twin had ruttedher. Now that it was his turn, Vikt coupled with her in complete abandon as he rocked in a frenzied tempo, his cocks plunging into her and filling her entirely. She writhed beneath him as her pleasure mounted far too rapidly and uncontrollably, and this had the consequence of rubbing her bouncing breasts even more rapturously against the hard muscles of his torso and his silken fur.

She cried out as she was pitched once more into ecstasy and her mate followed her over the edge with a snarl that vibrated through her, increasing her own pleasure until she gripped his fur viciously as she was caught in throws of her bliss. He did not protest her hold. Instead, his cock seemed to swell even more as it jerked, releasing hot streams with every grind of the ruffled head of his cock against the mouth of her womb, lighting up every sensitive spot there as she shuddered helplessly against him. She was still shaking when he withdrew from her with a whine and dropped to her side.

His arms closed around her, and he held her there against him until her shivering subsided. He cocooned her so thoroughly with his warmth that, as usual, she didn’t immediately notice the work of her other mate in cleaning her gently but thoroughly between the legs. Emily rolled in Vikt’s grasp just enough to smile sleepily over at Vikt as he watched her with frank admiration and adoration as he cleaned her. They always took turns with this responsibility but neither seemed to find it objectionable. They always looked just this pleased to be caring for her.

At last, Vrel tossed aside the rag and curled up on her other side, his arms tucking around her as well. They lay like that for a while, and Emily felt her eyes closing drowsily only to snap back open briefly at the sound of the door opening.

Nash.

The male’s head turned slowly, his muzzle lifting slightly, informing her that he was sniffing the air. She wanted to bury herself in the furs out of sheer embarrassment, but the male didn’t comment on it. He directed only the briefest glance her way, his gaze burning right through her with a strange intensity before climbing into the nest to curl against Vrel’s side. His sides expanded as he took a huge breath and then he expelled it in a long sigh, his ear twitching slightly as he gave every sign of drifting to sleep.

Emily stared at the ridged back of his head for several minutes before she too finally allowed herself to slip into slumber.

Night after night they followed the same routine. They would eat and enjoy their time stretched out on their cushions in front of the fire, sometimes talking or playing games involving polished stones or notched sticks that each had a different value. In the end Vikt always suggested that they retire to bed and made a conscious effort to invite Nash to join them in the nest. Some nights he followed them back promptly, but more often than not he dallied a while, giving Emily time alone to enjoy connecting intimately with her mates. He pretended not to know what they were doing. He never commented on it when he decided to stay back, nor did he comment on the scent of their passions when he joined them and dropped down into the nest at their side, or at any point the following day. He gave every appearance of being unbothered and having no reaction to the activities she engaged in with her mates or sleeping so close to her every night.

And yet every night she watched him sniff the air as he entered their nest. And every night she swore she saw the heat within his yellow eyes blaze and brighten with hunger just simmering and waiting for the right time. And gods help her thatshe had begun to look forward to seeing that hunger painted so starkly within his eyes.

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CHAPTER 13

Vrel crouched low as he secretly regarded the alpha. He was not altogether certain that Nash did not know he was there, but if he did, he chose to ignore his presence. The male paced through the heavy snow, the falling flakes clinging persistently to his fur. The pelt along his shoulders, back, upper arms and legs, in addition to his long mane, kept the snow far enough from his body heat that he appeared coated in the dust of crystals.

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