Page 18 of Night's Bride

Nash laughed, joy spilling through him.

This. This was family. The warmth of belonging and connection settled deep within him that continued to grow brighter as they cleaned up their mess and cut the apples Vrel brought together. Nash still was not certain what magic that Emily did from there, but the sweet smells that filled the kitchen a while later made his mouth water in anticipation. And he was not disappointed. After a filling meal of fat hoppers, the spicy-sweet fruit hit all the right spots and he swallowed it down, taking care not to burn his tongue in the process.

Mother Ewa, Fathers Efru, Zida, Bayda, I want a lifetime of exactly this.

Chapter

Sixteen

CHAPTER 16

The cold air hit Vikt’s nose as he stepped outside. The snow could be ignored easily enough but the wind bit mercilessly into his hide. He shook off the discomfort and forged ahead through the snow. Although there were hunting parties throughout much of the year to bring down the large game that roamed the northlands, no one ventured far from their dens with the approach of the Withering Days, leaving them to forage for food closer at hand. Vikt was not strong enough to bring down more satisfying game, but at least he had his traps and snares that he set out for long-eared hoppers and the burrowers with their long, fuzzy bodies and numerous little legs that carried them quickly over the snow. Both were plentiful in the woods and provided much in the way of meat for their den.

Vikt bound forward, his tail flagging as he hurried out of the doorway, but his ears pricked and he slowed, caught off guard by the silhouette of a large Ragoru standing just a short distanceaway. What was Nash doing outside while it was still dark in the early hours of the morning?

His nostrils flared, drawing in a musky scent. Strange. What was the alpha doing?

Drawing his tongue thoughtfully over his fangs, Vikt dropped low and crept toward the male, instinctively keeping downwind as he drew closer. He froze momentarily in surprise as he felt his cocks thicken and press downward against the opening of his sheath. His heartbeat quickened in response, but he gritted his teeth and continued forward until his eyes were able to focus clearly on the male in the dim light. Nash turned slightly in that moment, and Vikt’s mouth dropped open even as his cocks slipped free at the first scent of the alpha’s essence when the male’s precum splattered from the tip of his primary cock over his fist and onto the snow.

Vikt grabbed for the tree nearest to him and dragged in a deep breath in an attempt to regain control, but the male’s scent burrowed deeper into him. This was what they meant about the alpha’s ability to trigger the rest of the triad into readiness for mating—and why it was important for males like Vikt who could not extrude on their own. It was not anything the male directly did, but the scent of his seed was poignant enough to cause his own need to jump at the ready.

He panted for breath, need coursing through him more strongly than he had ever felt before, as he watched Nash’s hands grip his seedsack and rub the sheath and both cocks at once. His cocks were thick and long, the primary cock heavily veined with its engorgement. It flexed and jerked in the male’s grip. Nash growled softly, panting as he stroked it quicker with his fist clasped tightly around it.

He stroked in time with Nash’s strokes and choked quietly at the sensation of his pleasure rising. He rocked, thrusting into his fist as the alpha slammed his hips forward, grunting deeply untilsuddenly he growled and thick streams of seed sprayed from his primary cock onto the ground. Nash continued to thrust at the drop of his hand, his entire body quivering, his thighs and the muscles in his ass trembling with the force of it as he pumped the seed from his body. Vikt’s pace increased in response as his imagination took over.

He imagined that it was not Nash’s hand but Emily’s tight cunt that the big male’s cock was slamming into as his cock jerked and pumped his seed into her. That it was Emily’s ass that his big body trembling against her with every thrust as he drove into her cunt. Vikt panted as pleasure rushed over him and he pictured his mate’s cunt stretched tightly around the alpha’s girth. Just as tight as the male hand circled himself as his fist worked the last of his seed free. A shudder overtook Nash and the male straightened, his ears pricking as he glanced toward a distant part of the forest, oblivious to the fact that his genitals were still extruded with his fading arousal.

Something had caught the male’s attention, but Vikt did not care. It was likely an animal moving through the woods. The abundance of wildlife was something that took time to become accustomed to. Meanwhile, the male’s dripping cock kept him riveted, and Vikt stared until he felt his own cum drip from the tip of his cock and fall into the snow between his paws. Though it was without seed, the scent of it ripped free from his fascination and he scurried back toward the den as he clutched his own straining cocks in his hands.

The traps could wait. He was in no condition to see to them now. Not when ached with need.

Snarling quietly in his throat, he rushed through the den to the nest. He ran blindly, overcome with the dizzying arousal running through him as he entered the room, and he ended up tripping over Vrel and falling into the furs. Vikt sputtered as he rose from them and glanced back to find that his twin was stillsound asleep despite the collision. He shook his head and surged forward, crawling on his hands and paws through the cushions as he headed directly for Emily.

Her scent filled his nose, and he nearly moaned with the pleasure of it as his cock spurted anew over his hand. He barely registered the feeling as he crawled to her. Finally, he settled into place as he crouched over her, a certain wildness overcoming him as he stared down at his mate. He panted as he shivered with need, his stomach tightening with the desire surging through him. This was not the rut—the Withering Days had not yet come, he could tell by the measure of control that he felt and the lack of pain despite the desire roaring through him—and yet it was startling with its intensity. Would he even survive a rut in this state with Nash so close, provoking his instincts even more?

“Vikt? Is everything okay?” Emily murmured, her eyes fluttering open to peer up at him with a foggy look of concern.

“It is well,” he whispered quickly. “But I am in need, rya. Please.” He drew his upper hand along her thigh, and she shivered with visible pleasure.

She nodded, and he did not wait for her to decide how to initiate. He fell eagerly between her thighs with a snarl, drawing her legs apart as he attacked her cunt with his tongue. He swept it over her eagerly, dragging fast over the center of her pleasure to ready her. He licked her little bud and deep inside her until her channel spasmed, flooding her sex until she dripped with her pleasure. And still he pleasured her while she whimpered and moaned, until she came a second time and he was certain that her body was warm and ready to take him.

Drawing back, he turned abruptly on her belly, startling a yelp from her as he drew her bottom into the air. He ran his hands over her soft, round ass and smiled when she pressed into his palms with a groan. It was not until she felt the pressureof his engorged prick at her entrance that she suddenly froze in surprise as she became aware that something had changed.

“Vikt… you are…”

“Yes,” he growled, dragging his muzzle along her neck. His tongue trailed a path along her skin there before withdrawing. “Just this once I wish to know what other males feel when they mount their mate, not requiring assistance, just following instinct and my hunger.”

He felt her body soften with her assent, the scent of her arousal blooming even thicker with her excitement at what he was about to do. Biting back an undignified whine of excitement, he covered her body with his eagerly and leaned forward to find her entrance with the tip of his primary cock. She opened, slick and hot around him as he drove into her. A garbled sound left him at the overwhelming pleasure but he rocked into her, his cock shuttling back and forth at an ever-increasing pace. She cried out beneath him, her cunt clenching and wringing his length as his secondary cock stroked her little bud. He grunted and growled, his hips snapping in a fierce tempo as he rutted her. The room was rapidly filling with the musk of their sex and the wet slaps of his primary cock driving into her, fueling his lust even higher.

Emily climaxed again with a sharp cry, her muscles grabbing ahold of him and milking him for something that would never come. His seed was empty. He would never fill her womb, but he felt his sap rise in response to it regardless.

For some reason unknown to him, he looked up at that moment and drove into her with a sharp snap of his hips, drawing a startled moan from his mate, when his eyes fell upon Nash. The alpha stood at the entrance, watching them with a thoughtful expression, his lower hands between his thighs around the cocks that had extruded once more. Noticing Vikt’s attention trained on him, the male paused uncertainly, but Viktnodded with a grin. He would not deny the male the opportunity to experience the pleasure of witnessing this given what he had seen and its effects on him, which made this all possible. In fact, having Nash watching and stroking his cocks to Vikt’s cock plunging into his mate was thrilling.

Vikt growled again, the sound lower and vibrating through his chest. His seedsack drew up, tightening with the dizzying pressure of his coming release. He panted in time with Nash, the male working his primary cock at an almost violent pace as Vikt’s thrusts grew shorter and quicker, his cock pressing against the mouth of her womb with the instinct to breed.

Emily came again with a hoarse shout, her channel rippling and pulsing so tightly around his length that Vikt erupted with a snarl, his hips slamming against her as his cum painted her insides with every stream released from his cock throbbing deep within her clutch.

Nash’s choked growl met his ears, and Vikt turned to see the male retreat quickly from the doorway as Vrel rose from the furs and made his way over to their mate. Vikt’s gaze turned to his twin as he panted. He was almost disappointed to see that his rutting had not affected his twin the same way it had Nash, but then he had not expected it to. He was not an alpha.

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