Page 146 of Her Rabid Beasts

“How do you know he wasn’t trying to go foryourasshole?” Ghoul says to Lyle.

“Because he doesn’t have a death wish,” Lyle says through gritted teeth, thrusting in me again.

Savage snorts. “Don’t be so sure, lion.”

But nervousness is flooding me as I hear Savage squirting lube onto his fingers. I’m already so very full and Savage is just as big. “I… don’t know if I can?—”

“Fingers only for my princess. We need to practise to get this right. If you’re ever going to take ScytheandXander as well, we’ll need to.”

Practise I can get on board with.

“Is what they say about dragon cock?—”

Lyle lets out a vicious, almost rabid snarl and yanks me down to growl against my lips. “Donottalk about another beast’s cock when I’m inside you.”

I giggle and cup his jealous, angry face in one hand and press my lips to his. He holds my hips and fucks me relentlessly, making me throb and moan on top of him. My inner walls clench around my lion, flooding his cock with liquid pleasure.

“I didn’t know you were the jealous sort,” I moan.

“Well, now you know,” he growls, before biting on my lower lip and wrapping his arms around me, thrusting deep.

Savage palms my ass before a slick thumb tickles against my asshole. I cry out and Lyle slows his pace, rocking my hips back and forth so my clit grinds against his pubic bone. Savage bends down and licks my ass, making pleasure shoot through my entire core. I clench around them both, making both wolf and lion grunt.

I turn to look at Ghoul, his eyes on my ass, and I reach out a hand to brush at his leg. He cocks his head.

Sitting back up, I pant, “Give it to me, boogeyman.”

His voice is low and deeply husky, like boulders grinding in dark places. He grabs my chin. “Give you what, snakelet?”

“Your cock,” I pant. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

Savage eases his thumb into my ass, sending delightful vibrations fluttering all the way down to my clit.

Ever so slowly, Ghoul undoes the button and lowers the zip on his pants. The shadows fade away a little and I can now see he wears black pants that are neither jeans nor slacks or track pants. Silver rings glint on his fingers and I lick my lips as a thick cock with a deliciously wide head springs free. With a little alarm and a lot of excitement, I see that it’s tattooed with black ink.

Black patterns whorl over his cock from base to tip, and some of it might be writing, others are symbols.

“Wow,” I whisper in awe, reaching out to touch it.

Ghoul places a hand on my cheek and hisses as I make contact with his shaft.“Let me see how pretty you can suck, snakelet.”

My mouth waters and my pussy clenches at his words and Lyle groans, thrusting gently into me as Savage’s finger works its delicious way in and out of my ass.

Ghoul draws closer and I lick the slit of his cock where pre-cum already gleams. He rubs his cock against my lips and I open to take him in.

“Such a good girl,” he rumbles with approval.

My belly flops on itself at his rough words. I moan around his crown, tasting him and taking him deeper, swirling my tongue around the rock-hard length. I marvel at his taste and scent. He smells like more than a man, like all my mates, but there is something familiar about it. His scent is like the dark poisonous places beneath the earth and ancient, brutal power.

The four of us find a new, enticing, seductive sort of rhythm. Their masculine groans mingle with my female sounds of pleasure and it’s a song that I want etched upon my own skin.

Pleasure weaves through every dark crevice of my insides. It feels like my soul is being filled from every angle, filling me so completely that I just know when I burst, it’ll be the most magnificent thing to ever happen to me.

I’ve gone years without being touched by a single person beyond the passing of change at my aunt’s shop. Now, being touched reverently by three of my mates, like they hunger for my skin, heals something in me.

Fixes something in my broken soul.

I suck harder and Savage stretches me wider. I bob on Ghoul’s dick and there’s something about the fact that Lyle is watching me, heavy-lidded and thrusting, and that Ghoul’s hips are stuttering as I pleasure him that gives me endless satisfaction.

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