Page 67 of Unleashed

Their minds connected with even more intimacy than their bodies shared, and Nina cried out. She was consumed, overwhelmed, and forced into a frenzy that rivaled his beast’s. Balir moved with such speed that the friction was almost too much to bear, and she matched him. They shared their thoughts, shared their pleasure, sharedeverythinguntil she could not tell him from herself.

Ecstasy burst through them, striking like a bolt of lightning to course through her limbs like rolling thunder. She screamed and released her hold on his head to wrap her arms around him, her anchor, as her body tensed, paralyzed by the surge of pleasure.

Balir dropped his other hand to the blanket, arched his back, and roared. Heat filled her sex as his thrusts became sporadic. He didn’t stop until the urgency had left them both; even then, they quivered with the remnants of the passion they’d shared both within and beyond their psychic connection.

Panting, Nina eased her hold on him, caressing his face before she let her hands fall to rest beside her head. His breath was just as heavy as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She returned the kiss, savoring his taste, loving the way his firm lips molded to hers.

Balir lifted his head. “That… You…” He swallowed thickly. “Ifeltyou.”

A pang of guilt flared within her. Had she intruded? She hadn’t asked his permission to connect her mind with his, hadn’t warned him beforehand that she could do it or what it meant. It had simply felt right.

Balir settled a hand over her pounding heart. “Do not close yourself off to me, Nina. I feel you here, always.” He touched his other hand to the spot on his chest where he’d absorbed his heartstone. “And I long to feel you here, as well.” He tapped his temple.

Tears misted her eyes. He was accepting her,completely. She pressed her fingers to his cheek. “Okay.”

“Move,” Aduun growled, shifting forward.

Vortok extended an arm, pressing his hand to Aduun’s chest to halt him. “Youmove.”

Aduun turned on Vortok and snarled. His quills rose in aggression.

“Aduun, no,” Nina said. She pushed gently against Balir’s shoulders. She felt him hesitate, felt him tense as though to resist, but he withdrew after only a few moments. Her sex clenched at the sudden emptiness. She turned onto her side and pushed herself up onto her knees, and his seed ran down her thighs as she moved.

The valos shifted back, granting her some space. Vortok and Aduun kept their eyes on her, their gazes intense and unwavering. Though Aduun didn’t lower his quills, didn’t relax his muscles, he made no move toward Vortok.

Nina rose and walked toward Aduun. When he reached for her, Nina stopped him by catching his wrists. It wasn’t her strength that stopped him — he could overpower her without effort — but rather his surprise. She leaned up and pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“Vortok first, then you can do as you please,” she said before she released him and stepped back.

His quills lowered, and his lips fell into a frown. Desire pulsed from him in waves, accompanied by a confused sort of frustration and, deeper down, his beast’s possessiveness.

“There are three of you, and only one of me. You’ll have to get used to sharing eventually and learn to wait your turn.” She smiled and lightly ran a finger down the center of his chest, her mind flashing back to the morning she’d been awoken by Vortok and Balir’s mutual attentions. She nearly shivered at the pleasure of the memory. “Unless you don’t mind touching me…together.”

Aduun narrowed his eyes as he looked at Vortok, but his features softened after a moment. “This time…he may have you to himself first.”

Nina pecked a kiss on his lips before she turned toward Vortok. He grinned and opened his arms to her.

“I’m going to have more than just a taste this time,” he said as he settled his hands on her hips, drawing her down to straddle his lap. His cock, long and hard, pressed against her stomach to throb between their bodies.

Nina blushed, though she wasn’t sure why. She’d already shared deeply intimate moments with Vortok; there was no need for shyness. She was learning, experiencing new things, sharing so much with these men she’d chosen as her mates.

Vortok looked down at her and lightly brushed the backs of his fingers over her brow, her cheeks, along her jaw, and down her neck before continuing to her breast. He teased her nipple, coaxing it to bud. Nina sighed and closed her eyes as the delightful sensation spiraled to her core.

Cupping her breast, Vortok dipped his head and licked her nipple, lapping at it with his long, rough tongue. She moaned and delved her hands into his mane, tangling her fingers in the thick fur. He continued to lavish attention on her breasts, licking, nipping, and sucking at each hardened nub until she was whimpering and squirming in need upon his lap.

When he took hold of her hips to move her to the ground, she placed a hand on his shoulder to still him.

“Let me stay here. Like this,” she said, eyes locked with his.

Vortok frowned, a crease forming between his brows. “You do not wish me to mount you?”

“I want to…mountyou.”

His brows shot up before smoothing, and his lips spread in a wide grin.

“But I need you to help me, and… and go slow,” she said, cupping his cheek. “Can you do that?”

“For you, anything.” He kept his hands on her hips, fingers moving over her skin slowly, soothingly; their deliberate motions heightened her anticipation.

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