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Lyle’s thumbs stroke reverent circles around my thighs and I bounce on him and Savage’s thumb at the same time, finding a new sort of pleasure, a new dimension of intensity as I relish how deep I’ve taken them all. Ghoul’s pre-cum tastes like salt and beast and I savour it with satisfied moans.

I work on his cock, devouring him, licking and swallowing and groaning until he’s tilting his head back and making a low guttural sound I’m sure only a monster can make. I blink up at him and those red points of light flash violently. He comes with a shudder and I swallow every last hot burst, milking his cockwith my hand and my mouth, excitedly swallowing the full taste of him—refined, sweet poison, pouring down my throat.

Ghoul’s chest rumbles as he pops himself out of my mouth, leaning down to bite my neck and swirling a wet finger over my clit. His breath is warm against my pulse. “I dreamed about you long before we met.”

I come, screaming, bursting into a million fractals of light and sound. And it turns into a sob as I feel the totality of it. That we’ve found pleasure together, the four of us, and that there’s still two parts of us missing. Lyle comes next from watching me. He whispers my name, thrusting hard and deep, his abs tensing, pouring his hot seed deep into me as Savage coaxes pleasure out of my ass.

When Lyle’s last thrust is done, Savage snarls like an actual wolf and grabs me by the hips, pulling me off Lyle’s cock and turning me over so that I’m lying right on top of Lyle’s body. Savage lunges for me possessively, shoving his cock into me and kissing me deeply. I moan his name into his mouth and he growls something purely animalistic back. Lyle holds my thighs open with steady arms as if he’s encouraging Savage while his own cum flows out of me as Savage pumps hard and fast. Like he’s had enough of waiting and all his jealousy is coming out in his need to have me.

I let him claim me in that rough, possessive way his wolf craves, clutching onto his shoulders and crying out as our combined wetness makes me come again. “Never again,” he gasps in my ear as he thrusts angrily,desperately,into me. “You’ll never askthatof me again.” Punishing thrusts of his hips tell me how much I hurt him when I made him break my arm. How much he cares for me.

I’m suddenly sobbing with overwhelm and guilt. “Never again,” I gasp. “I promise, never again.”

And when his cock explodes, Savage buries his face into my neck, and I feel the wetness of his tears as he whispers, “I love you with everything I have, Aurelia Boneweaver.”

I sob into Savage’s neck as I’m filled up with so much cum that Savage’s stuttering thrusts make delightful wet sounds.

Savage possesses my mouth with his tongue, before bringing me up with him and rolling us off Lyle, settling me between the two of them.

We’re sweaty and sated, a tangle of limbs and breaths as I glance around the room. Ghoul has disappeared, along with his dome of shadows, allowing moonlight to stream through the open window once again. The curtain billows in the cool breeze, and behind them, I just make out the gleam of glacial eyes, seemingly frozen in time and space.

“Scythe,” I whisper.

But he doesn’t reply—or move—for a long, long time, and by then, I’m dozing in my post-orgasm haze.

Chapter 58

Lyle

Ten years ago

The heavy obsidian shackles make a loud clanking noise as I’m marched through the bowels of Blackwater Federal Penitentiary for Animalia.

“Dangerous beast walking!” calls out one of my five prison guards in a heavy smoker’s gruff. “Dangerous beast approaching!”

They all hold cattle prods like the one Ulman used to use when I was a cub. But these are bigger with an even higher voltage than what I’m used to. These leave marks.

The prison is loud. Beasts roar with their human voice boxes, guttural, snarling sounds that put my animus on alert. They bang on their metal cages with their cups and fists. They shout nasty, menacing words.

It smells like feral testosterone, sweat, and pure, lethal menace.

This is where I belong. With these creatures who hurt and maim others. And yet somehow, this place scrapes along my spine like sharp claws. Somehow, my animus getsexcited.

They take me to see the warden first. A huge man with a long, long, white beard like Santa Claus. Only, Santa Claus isn’t jacked with muscle and doesn’t have a mean, hard-eyed starethat made my hackles rise. His size and scent tell me he’s a bear, and probably a rex to a big, powerful pack.

He leans down to look into my eyes like he’s searching for some defect. “Human or animal?”

I look down at my hands. “Monster.”

He grunts and gruffly reads from the papers Lady Celeste sent with me. “‘An animus so dangerous he has to be permanently locked away for the safety of all’. Well, cub, you’ll fit right in. We’re all monsters here.”

The males around me chuckle darkly, and while the man in me doesn’t like the sound, my animus gets excited.

“Lady Celeste is gonna teach me how to lock it away. To keep it safe,” I grit out.

He laughs and the sound scrapes against my insides. “It will be fun to see her try. Take him to C Block.”

“I’m supposed to be in confinement in case?—”

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