Page 24 of Night's Bride

He drove into her in earnest, a growl vibrating in his chest as he thrust. Her body tightened around him, making his every retreat difficult, but that just tugged at some deep thread of pleasure he never knew was there as he pulled harder against her resistance, sending tiny claws dragging through him ecstatically before driving home once more into her sheath. It continued to tighten around him in resistance as warmth flooded down his cock to a central point that seemed to bulge, the skin of his cock stretching and tightening with the sensation until he could no longer pull himself free beyond a certain point from the tight clasp of her cunt.

And then he felt it. The blessed culmination of all pleasures that the gods gifted to them. His secondary cock began to vibrate in her rear passage, stimulating his breeding cock in such a way that he felt his seedsack draw up tighter and his cock swell uncomfortably in preparation to breed her.

He panted raggedly as her channel clenched tighter and tighter, rippling and pulsing around him with its liquid heat, and her cries filled the room with her climax. It was the sweetest song to him, and he drank it in and continued to do so when it faded into a musical litany made of her every whimper, gasp, and moan as she writhed around the cocks piercing her. He rutted into her, his hips bouncing against her bottom at a speed that left her unable to move with him with no other option but to jiggle with every rapid thump of his thrust.

Pleasure wound tighter and tighter within him, the heat of it drawing through him and settling deep within him until finally it shot through him in an eruption at its pinnacle so that he roared his completion as his breeding cock released stream after hot stream of seed where it jerked in place, pressed firmly against her womb. Her shout followed his and she was still trembling with her release when he suddenly lowered himself back into the nest, holding her tightly against him. Drawing back on hismating bulge as far as he could, he reached between them and pulled his secondary cock from her ass, leaving her open to her other mates.

“Join us,” he growled, and the other two males, who had been waiting at his sides, surged forward eagerly.

Vrel managed to get in ahead and pressed his cock into her ass with an eager thrust that momentarily made Nash’s eyes roll back in his head. It was not only his primary cock filling her ass that delivered such pleasure, but it was the secondary cock forcing its way partially into her cunt that made him shiver as the male licked her shoulder and back lovingly. Emily trembled and moaned between them, her cunt weeping continuously with a mixture of her own arousal and the excess of Nash’s seed. He planted his feet on either side of Nash’s legs to give himself more leverage as he surrendered fully to the rut, every thrust triggering a new stream of seed erupting from Nash’s cock until the male exploded with a snarl that sent Emily spasming around them both all over again with a piercing shriek.

Nash grunted as the male withdrew with another tender lick to her neck, but the moment Vrel was no longer positioned over them, he began to rut anew from beneath her as his seed continued to pour from him into her. She moaned and trembled in reaction, her fingers clinging to his fur until Vikt crouched over them, his eyes burning with hunger as his blue tongue slid along one fang. Suddenly the male dropped low, not even bothering to rut her ass like Vrel did. His thick cock pressed beside Nash’s and he pressed forward, drawing out a loud moan from their mate as he fought his way in, Nash’s seed spilling over his length. Since he could not get around the mating bulge, his effort forced Nash deeper so that their mate trembled between them and his secondary cock grazed Nash’s ass.

Their angle did not allow much in the way of penetration, but the pressure focused there as the male growled low in histhroat and began thrusting had Nash shivering once more as his muscles tightened with pleasure as Emily panted and moaned between them. And when he reached the peak of his climax and fell over its edge, it was with Vikt’s throaty growl and their mate’s cry of ecstasy within his ear. In that moment, Vikt’s cock jerked madly against him in the throes of pleasure as Nash’s seed erupted from him in a fresh stream as the shared ecstasy ran through them all.

Vikt remained in place for several heart beats but eventually withdrew to join Vrel. The twins curled together at his left with content smiles on their faces. For the first time, Nash understood that level of true contentment, and he smiled as well as he hugged Emily to him until his cock finally deflated and slipped free. He did not expect her to remain lying on top of him but that did not stop him from feeling slightly remorseful when she finally slid out from underneath his much larger body to nestle between him and her other mates. She smiled sleepily at them, her hands brushing over their fur lazily in gentle strokes that were only interrupted when Vrel suddenly bolted upright.

“It is the first day of the Withering Nights! I must go get my gift,” he said as he shot up from the nest.

“Wait for me, I need to get mine as well,” Vikt agreed, following after his brother, the twins both suddenly re-energized despite the frenzy of their rutting just moments earlier.

Nash stared after them in amusement, but when the twins left the room, he sighed heavily and looked at Emily regretfully.

“I did not prepare anything,” he admitted in a thick voice. “I did not suspect… not before the Withering Days concluded.”

“Shh,” she whispered, touching the tip of his nose with her finger. He stared at it cross-eyed, and she smiled in response. “It doesn’t matter. That you are here with us is the only gift I want… this year,” she teased. “You can spoil me next year.”

The corner of his mouth quirked, and he inclined his head in agreement. “Next year,” he promised.

Chapter

Twenty-One

CHAPTER 21

Vrel snuggled deeper into the fur pressed against his face. With their mingled scents he was not immediately sure if it was Nash or Vikt he was cuddled up to, and after several days of actively breeding their mate as the Withering Nights stretched on, he doubted he would have even cared anyway. But as the room was colder than normal, he burrowed against them with a content sigh. His ears flicked, chilled by an icy breeze, and he frowned.

When was there ever a breeze in the den?

He opened his eyes and blinked as he lifted his head, his nostrils flaring with curiosity as he sniffed the air. Smoke? With a yelp of alarm, he sprang to his feet and looked around. Vikt was gone—likely out checking his traps—but Nash and Emily remained deeply asleep and unaware of the danger. Dropping back into a crouch, he shook the alpha’s shoulder.

“Nash. Nash, wake up,” he chanted in a panic as the big male rolled toward him and blinked up at him sleepily.

“Vrel? What—” The male stiffened as he caught the rapidly thickening scent of smoke and bolted up from the nest, dragging Emily into his arms as he straightened. His head whipped around, the numerous braids their mate had tied in his mane catching the erratic movement as they swung around him. “Where is Vikt?”

“Outside, I think,” Vrel replied as he also stood, taking care to keep close to the male’s side as they made their way to the door. “He always checks his traps early in the morning.”

Nash nodded as he adjusted Emily’s weight in his arms, clasping her firmly to his chest as they exited quickly into the hall. The smoke was thicker there and Vrel gagged a little as they ran toward the central room. Emily began to cough in Nash’s arms, but the male’s grip merely tightened as she began to instinctively struggle.

“Shh, shh,” Vrel murmured, copying the soothing sounds she often made to the best of his ability. “There is a fire somewhere, rya. We are getting you out of the house.”

“A fire?” She gasped and unsuccessfully attempted to bolt upright.

“Yes,” Nash grumbled, and the male’s ears flattened as the first wave of heat rolled over them as they exited the hall into the central primary chamber. “The den is burning. The fire is coming from the rear.” He tipped his head toward the smoke rising in thick black clouds from the kitchen.

Vrel stopped in his tracks and stared in dismay. The kitchen was gone. All the food they stored, all the memories of cooking in the kitchen together, even the little wooden carvings that he had sitting on a storage shelf with the plan to trade them among the clan for little treats for their mate—it was all gone.

“Keep moving,” Nash rasped. “We need to leave immediately.”

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