Page 47 of Unleashed

“Does this mean you have made your choice?” he asked before pressing his lips to her sensitive skin, grazing it with his fangs.

Nina inhaled sharply. The sound was quickly followed by a moan as she titled her head, allowing him more access. Liquid heat flooded her sex, and the ache between her legs intensified.

Have I made my choice?

She found it difficult to think, to reason, when all she could focus on was the feel of their hands — and Balir’s mouth — on her skin.

When he raised his head, Nina turned her face toward him and captured his mouth with her own. He drew back with wide, startled eyes that dipped to her lips before meeting her gaze again. She smiled, and then his mouth was back on hers. Sliding one hand along Vortok’s arm, she lifted the other to cradle Balir’s jaw. She pressed her lips more firmly against his, and he leaned into the kiss; they nipped at each other, caressed, consumed, sharing in the experience of the first real kiss either had ever had.

Their mouths parted. Balir appeared dazed as Nina turned her face toward Vortok, whose hands had stilled. His lust-filled eyes were on her lips.

She reached up, slipped her fingers in his mane, and tugged his head down. He came willingly. She pressed her mouth to his without hesitation, delighting in the cool touch of his tusks against her cheeks, and flicked her tongue over the seam of his lips.

“Nina,” he groaned, his open mouth to allow her entry.

She tentatively explored the depths of his mouth, learning the feel and taste of him, and he did the same to her in turn. He cupped her face with his hands, hands so big that they could crush her if he willed it, but Nina trusted him. He would never harm her; he’d protect her with everything in him.

Another set of hands cupped her breasts from behind, stroking and tweaking her nipples while firmly kneading the soft flesh around them. Balir pressed his body flush against her back, his heat blanketing her as his hardened shaft pulsed against the cleft of her backside. His mouth once more trailed over her neck and shoulder.

Panting, Nina pulled her lips away from Vortok’s and met his gaze. Her body thrummed, ablaze with sensitivity, Balir’s every, tiny touch amplified tenfold. She’d never felt this way before; it was wonderful and torturous. She wanted, she craved, she needed more, consumed with all the desperation of someone who’d never had a taste of this before, aching in places she’d never fully been aware of.

Did they feel the same way?

She wanted to touch and explore them as much as she wanted them to continue touching her.

Keeping her eyes locked with Vortok’s, Nina released his mane and ran her hands over his chest, tracing a slow path down his abdomen. His muscles rippled, tensing; anticipation and need gleamed in his eyes. She found his fur intriguing rather than off-putting. It was both soft and coarse, and she imagined it brushing over her sensitive skin as she moved against him like Balir was moving against her back.

Nina closed her eyes as her desire built with every caress of Balir’s hands on her breasts, with every rasp of his scales against her skin, with ever brush and nip of his mouth on her neck. He pulled his pelvis back, and when he thrust it forward, his hard length slipped through the small gap between her thighs, gliding along the wet folds of her sex.

—so soft, so hot, so wet, her scent, need to mate, to taste, to—

She gasped as an electric current swept through her. Arching her back, she tilted her pelvis, silently begging for more. Balir readily complied. Cupping her breasts, he pumped his hips, sliding his slick cock back and forth across her sex, slapping her backside with the front of his scale-covered thighs. Pleasure unfurled within her, sending ever-stronger jolts through her each time his shaft brushed her clit.

Nina shivered, panting and flattening her hands on Vortok’s abdomen to stabilize herself. They slid down his body, bumping into something long and hard. She opened her eyes and dropped her gaze to his cock. Due to his height, it was chest-level with her, but she hadn’t been focused on it while she’d kissed him. Now, she could look at nothing else. Though she’d glimpsed it on a few occasions — and had felt it against her body more than once — this was the first time she’d seen it in full, jutting from its sheath and the thick fur at its base.

It was tan and deeply veined, longer than her forearm and thicker than her wrist. Though it was intimidating, almost frightening in size, she couldn’t resist the urge to touch it. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft; his girth was too great to allow her fingertips to encircle him completely. No fur covered him there — only hot, smooth skin.

Vortok groaned. The sound rumbled from his chest, vibrating through his body. His hands fell to her shoulders, squeezing, but he held back his true strength. An echo of his pleasure swept through her, combining with Balir’s, and nearly carried her away when it fused with the sensations already flooding her. She tore her gaze from Vortok’s erection and looked up to find his eyes squeezed shut, his features strained.

—too much, her touch, need more, more, more of her—

A feeling of power filled her. Keeping one hand on Vortok’s abdomen for support, Nina tightened her fist around his cock and stroked in time to Balir’s thrusts. A great shudder shook Vortok. His breathing grew heavy, and he rubbed his hands up and down her arms and shoulders, occasionally hesitating as though he wasn’t sure what to do with them. His breath quickened, mingling with the gasps and moans coming from Balir and herself, and he bared his teeth, features contorting into a fierce expression of agony — or intense pleasure.

Eyelids heavy, Nina returned her gaze to Vortok’s shaft, and watched, fascinated, as liquid beaded at its tip. She bit her lower lip, muffling her cries when Balir tugged her backside closer. The slight change of angle increased the pressure on her clit as he pumped faster and harder. Pleasure coalesced in her core, threatening to burst.

Unable to resist, Nina lowered her head and licked the tip of Vortok’s cock just as Balir stiffened behind her.

She fell with a splash, suddenly surrounded by dark, warm water. Straightening her back, she lifted her head above the surface to find herself alone.

Panting, Nina climbed to her feet, body thrumming with unfulfilled desire and mind clouded with confusion. She brought a hand to her breast and cupped it. Balir’s hands had been there a moment before. His cock had been between her thighs, and Vortok’s…

She licked her lips but tasted nothing; it reminded her that this was a dream, that they hadn’t truly been together, and she’d never actually tasted a man’s seed.

Nina inhaled sharply as a shock of pleasure suddenly shot through her sex. She gasped again when the sensation repeated. Squeezing her breast, she pinched her nipple and tilted her head back. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. She needed…

Nina’s eyes snapped open.

More.

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