Page 108 of Unleashed

Her body tensed, and she came with a sharp cry, digging her nails into Aduun’s back. She felt his shaft expand as he tore his lips away and released a harsh, guttural growl. A burst of heat spilled into her core. Ripples of sensation flowed through her as his body stilled. His pulse vibrated against her chest, and Vortok’s echoed it at her back.

Aduun purred, brushing her cheeks with his own as he and Vortok moved their hands over her flesh in loving caresses. When his cock had finally released her, he slipped free and shifted aside to lay on the bed, groaning in contentment.

Balir was there next, claiming the space Aduun had vacated, and thrust inside her without hesitation. Nina’s lips parted as the air fled her lungs. She moaned and tilted her hips, taking him deeper. His long-fingered hands cupped her face, the pads of his thumbs brushing over her features as he pumped his hips, coaxing breathy moans from her.

“My beautiful Nina,” he whispered.

Nina gave in to the sensations of his touch — his hands on her skin, the rasp of his scales against her thighs, and his thick shaft between her legs, sliding in and out with a relentless pace.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and kept her eyes open, watching him, wanting to see the changes in his expression. His brow knitted, and he bared his teeth. The pleasure within them built to overwhelming heights. Her moans mixed with his snarls as their mutual passion crashed and swirled in a storm of lust and love, sweeping them over the threshold into earth-shaking, simultaneous climaxes.

Panting, Balir smiled and caressed her face once more before dropping a gentle kiss on her lips. Nina sighed and returned it. He groaned as he withdrew from her; his body shuddered, and for a moment his hold on her tightened, but he finally broke away and moved to the bed beside Vortok.

With his hands on her hips, Vortok lifted Nina and maneuvered her to face him, adjusting her legs to straddle him again. His cock was long and hard between them. She met his dark, lust-filled gaze as he lay back.

“Mount me, Nina,” he coaxed.

She looked down at his shaft, curled her fingers around it, and squeezed. A tremor wracked Vortok, and he pumped his hips. With a smile, she braced her hands flat on his chest, raised her hips, and positioned herself above him. When the head of his shaft touched her sex, she met his gaze and lowered herself, taking him inch by inch until he was seated as deep as she could take him on her own. She released a throaty moan. He filled her, stretching her to the brink.

Vortok groaned, and his grip on her tightened. His strong hands picked her up and pulled her back down, moving slowly at first. She used her leverage to push harder, to take him deeper, and he quickened his pace, grunting with each thrust. Soon, she surrendered to his movements, allowing her to use her body as he wished. He grunted with each thrust, baring his teeth and tusks. Nina’s head dropped back, and she cried out as every stroke of his shaft ignited fresh heat within her.

Two more sets of hands fell upon her shoulders and back, followed by warm mouths that worshipped her flesh with lips, tongues, and loving words. The entire world fell away in that moment — everything that had happened was forgotten, leaving only Nina and her mates, leaving only their unconditional, unwavering love for one another.

She reached her peak with a choked cry, her body going rigid as pulses of pleasure blasted through her, paralyzing her. Vortok roared and thrusted once more into her quivering, tight sex before his seed flooded her.

Nina sagged atop him, breathing heavily against his furred chest, her body damp with perspiration and marked with her mates’ scents. She felt wonderfully sated, blissful, happy, and exhausted. She rose and fell with Vortok’s chest as he breathed deeply; the steady rhythm made her eyelids heavy.

She opened her eyes for a moment when Vortok moved her, withdrawing from her body to place her at the center of the bed. Her protest died on her lips when her mates surrounded, leaving no part of her body untouched by them in some way. They were here with her to share a bond deeper than most could ever imagine — blood to blood, mind to mind, and heart to heart.

No matter how many years they’d have to share, their bond would be unbreakable, and their love would be undying.

Epilogue

“I still can’t believe you haven’t made your move on Unali after all this time, Kreshok,” Nina said. She shook her head, a small smile playing upon her lips as she wove the stalks of grass around the basket she was making. “I know I haven’t been by to talk for a while, and I apologize, but you must’ve already heard about what’s been going on. It’s amazing, isn’t it?” She looked up into the featureless stone face of the statue beside her. “We have atribe, Kreshok.”

She dropped her gaze to the basket; it was one of many she’d woven in the last few weeks. Now that there were so many people living in Bahmet, there was a lot to get done to ensure their lives were comfortable.

It’d been uneasy in the beginning. As much as the valos had wanted to trust Orishok, their natural instincts instilled them with fear of him; their beasts recognized what he was and recoiled from it. But in time, they’d overcome those fears and accepted him as the man he was — a man of their tribe, as capable a leader as Aduun. It brought tears to Nina’s eyes to see her father filled with so much hope and joy for the future. The memories of what Kelsharn had done would forever remain in the hearts of those he’d affected, but they’d found the strength to move on, to grow stronger from all they’d experienced.

They refused to allow Kelsharn to darken their thoughts a moment more.

Five months had passed since they arrived in Bahmet, and it hadn’t taken them long to begin working as a tribe. They’d never forgotten their ways, even after spending centuries locked in cages as beasts. Hunting parties were formed, the freezers were filled to the brink with fresh meat, and thanks to Quinn, they were quickly learning to grow and tend crops in the gardens. The valos looked healthy and happy, a far cry from their appearances after their release.

There’d been festivities and laughter, and Nina had joined in with her mates by her side. She no longer shied away from company. She’d gained better control of her abilities, and they strengthened with each passing day. Like her mates, she’d learned not to fear what she was, but to embrace it.

Zoya visited often with her valos and their daughters. Rather than hide, Nina had welcomed them to Bahmet with a warm smile each time they came.

It had been Zoya’s eldest, Ginia, who had journeyed into the underground Bahmet and blooded the first pair of heartstones, restoring a pair of the stone valos who’d helped imprison Kelsharn. They’d been shocked by the female, by all that had happened and how many years had passed, but had been instantly taken with her and rarely left her side.

The newly awoken stone valos had told their story to Zoya’s mates, Rock and Vluun. They’d worked ceaselessly for Kelsharn because Ilena had asked it of them, but they’d learned of Kelsharn’s treachery. The stone valos who’d been laboring for him — twenty-four in total — had done the only thing they could to protect the rest of their people and avenge their beloved Creator by forming a diamond prison around Kelsharn.

Rock and Vluun hadn’t known the whereabouts of the missing stone valos, just as Orishok hadn’t known the fate of Aduun’s clan. They’d simply vanished one day, hundreds and hundreds of years before.

Life was slowly returning to stone valos’ city, Corfoha, and Nina believed it would be just as lively as Bahmet in time.

Nina set aside the finished basket. “A few of the females are with child, Kreshok. Our tribe is going to grow!” She looked down and folded her hands over her own rounded stomach. Smiling, she closed her eyes, sending a wave of love to the baby growing inside her. She felt something nudge back, a curious probe, but filled with just as much adoration. “And I’m going to give birth to the first baby in Bahmet sometime near the first snow. We think, anyway. We’re not sure how long gestation is between a human and beast valo, but Mom says it seems to be moving along at a normal rate so far.”

She looked back up at Kreshok. “I never thought I could be so happy. I mean, Iwashappy with Mom and Dad, but this… I’m fulfilled. I feel whole for the first time in my life. I left here hoping to find the companionship I needed, but I never imagined all this.”

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