Page 48 of Unleashed

A white ceiling dominated her vision as she stared up. She was surrounded by heat, filled with it, and her body only grew hotter with each passing second. She writhed, hips undulating as overwhelming sensations blasted through her. Large, calloused hands caressed and squeezed her breasts, their strong thumbs stroking her budded nipples. A tusked mouth gently nuzzled her neck and issued a soft, satisfied rumble that vibrated a broad, fur-covered chest at her back; she was laying atop Vortok.

But the strongest sensation came from between her legs.

Nina looked down, panting through parted lips, to find her legs spread wide. Her feet were hooked around the outsides of Vortok’s legs, and Balir’s head was between her thighs as he licked, sucked, and nipped at her sex. A white, nearly translucent substance was splattered on her belly; despite her inexperience, she knew what it was.

This wasn’t a dream. This wasreal. Their scents mingled, thick and musky, to permeate the air.

Balir’s hands slid up her thighs, his long, white fingers stark against her flesh. He applied pressure, keeping her in place.

“Balir,” she breathed, eyelids heavy.

His only response was to latch onto her clit and suck. Nina released a choked cry. She arched her back, thrusting her chest into Vortok’s hands as wave after wave of rapture blasted through her. It went on and on, consuming her, stealing her breath, her cries, her very being.

She breathed raggedly as she slowly descended from her peak. Balir moaned and gave her one slow, final lick, making her twitch when the tip of his tongue flicked her clit. He massaged her thighs, and a content, rattling purr sounded in his chest as he climbed onto his knees.

His long, pointed tongue emerged to slide over his lips, licking away the moisture glistening on them. It was both erotic and embarrassing. She’d never… She hadn’t thought… The only experience she’d had was with her own hand, experimenting with what felt good. But this! This was more than she could have ever imagined. Justthinkingabout his head between her thighs made her ache all over again in want for more.

It didn’t help that Vortok continued to stroke her breasts, body rumbling with a purr of his own.

“I’ve tasted nothing sweeter,” Balir said huskily.

Vortok slid one of his hands down her stomach and past her pelvis to dip into her sex, brushing over her clit. Nina moaned. He lifted it away after that teasing hint of pressure and slipped the tip of his finger between his lips. Nina turned her head, following his action.

A satisfied hum swelled in his chest. “I want a taste of my own,” he said. “A deeper taste.”

Balir settled his hands on her knees. “Have you made your choice, Nina?”

Nina returned her attention to Balir, her gaze dipping to his cock. It extruded from a parted slit on his groin, veined and shiny with its own secretions. Though not nearly as large as Vortok’s, it was intimidating in its own way; it was pointed at the tip with ridges of plated scales running along the top.

She stared at his shaft, quite aware of Vortok’s hardness pressed against her back. She recalled the look and feel of it within her hand; would it feel the same in the real world as it had in the dream? Despite reaching a climax, she craved more. “I—”

Her attention moved past Balir at the sound of crunching snow. The loosely packed snow at the shelter’s entrance crumbled as Aduun crawled through the opening, bits of white clinging to his fur. A brisk, freezing wind flowed around him, sweeping inside, raising goosebumps on Nina’s skin.

Once clear of the entry, he rose onto his knees and stilled. His nostrils flared with a deep inhalation as he swept his gaze over Nina, Vortok, and Balir, his spindle pupils shrinking and dilating rapidly.

“What is this?” he asked, voice low.Dangerouslylow.

Nina quickly lifted her legs off Vortok’s and brought her knees to her chest as she sat up.

Vortok settled his hands on her shoulders. “Aduun…” he warned.

Aduun’s jaw tightened. His quills slowly rose in agitation, and his beast blasted Nina with sudden, overwhelming thoughts.

—mine she isminethey cannot have her—

“You have marked her with your scent,” Aduun growled, shifting closer, attention settling on Balir. His nostrils opened wide again. “And her scent is onyou.”

“Aduun,” Nina said, attempting to rise, but Vortok held her in place.

Her mind reeled as Aduun lost his tenuous control of his aggression and a wave of crimson smashed into her. He darted forward with a roar, smashing into Balir.

Vortok wrapped his arms around her and turned away from the thrashing limbs and tearing claws, shielding her as bits of snow and dirt flew. The sounds coming from Balir and Aduun were wholly animal; they were two beasts battling for a mate, for their pride, for survival.

“Stop it!” Nina screamed, struggling against Vortok’s hold. “Let me go! They need to stop before they kill each other!”

Flecks of blood splattered the roof of the shelter, bold crimson against stark white. Pain and rage bombarded Nina, so powerful and sudden that she couldn’t protect herself against it. She gripped her head, clenched her teeth, and squeezed her eyes shut.

“I saidstop!” she screamed again.

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