Page 72 of Orange Tundra
Sim laughed softly behind me. His claws teased up the sides of my ribs, just shy of scratching, until his palm cupped mythroat and tipped my head back against his shoulder. “Ours, Nim,” he corrected, teeth grazing the shell of my ear. “You’re not the only one who gets to gorge on her.”
I gasped when Nim’s tongue licked lower still, hot and deliberate, spreading slick heat over the aching swell between my thighs. My hips bucked instinctively, the need inside me raw and humiliatingly quick to surface. Pregnancy hormones and adrenaline had me slick and desperate before he’d even truly started.
“Fuck! She’s dripping already,” Nim growled, the sound vibrating against my clit. “She needs to be filled.”
Sim’s tail curled around my belly, protective and possessive, while the tip teased over one stiff nipple. “Then don’t keep her waiting.” He bent lower, his breath in my ear wicked. “Open for him, Brynn. Let your Alpha taste how greedy you are.”
I whimpered, thighs falling apart as Nim plunged his tongue into me. The wet slide made my head fall back onto Sim’s shoulder. Every stroke of his tongue, every sharp suck to my clit, sent lightning through me. Sim’s tail circled tighter around my breasts, flicking, teasing, until I writhed shamelessly between them.
“Please,” I gasped. My voice broke on the word. “I need—fuck, I need you both inside me.”
Sim chuckled darkly and pressed two thick fingers into my mouth, gagging me with the taste of salt and iron still clinging to his claws. “Shh, little mate. We’ll give you everything. But first…” His other hand forced my hips forward into Nim’s mouth. “Come for him.”
Nim’s tongue flattened hard against my clit. His tail lashed behind him, then slipped under me, thick and warm as it pressed at the tight ring of my ass. I moaned around Sim’s fingers as Nim’s tail slid inside, pushing past my resistance until I was stuffed, every nerve sparking.
Sim growled against my ear, his cock rutting against my back through his pants. “So needy, so swollen, and still you take everything we give you.” He nipped my throat, hard enough to bruise. “You’ll smell like us for days.”
Nim’s mouth dragged up, leaving my pussy wet and pulsing. “Not enough,” he snarled, yanking his cock free. The blunt head pressed against my slick entrance, and I nearly sobbed with relief when he shoved deep in one brutal thrust. My cunt clenched tight around him, swollen from pregnancy and hypersensitive, but the stretch was exquisite.
“Fuck, Nim!” I cried, nails clawing at his shoulders.
Sim didn’t wait. He spun me forward onto Nim’s lap, my belly cushioned carefully against Nim’s chest as Sim shoved my legs wider. His cock pressed at my ass, following where Nim’s tail had opened me.
“Yes,” I begged, head thrown back. “Fill me—both of you! Mark me so deep they won’t smell anything but you.”
They roared in unison when Sim sank into my ass as Nim drove harder into my cunt. The double stretch stole my breath. Every thrust made my belly rock between them, every grind forcing desperate cries from my throat. Their scents surrounded me, sweat and musk and raw manasty pheromones, until I couldn’t tell where they ended and I began.
“Mine,” Nim snarled, biting into my shoulder hard enough to make me scream.
“Ours,” Sim corrected again, fucking me mercilessly from behind, his tail wrapped tight around my throat in a silken choke.
Pleasure ripped through me in waves, unstoppable, overwhelming. My pussy milked Nim’s cock as my ass clenched around Sim’s, my body caught in a frenzy of sensation. I screamed their names, my orgasm crashing so hard stars burstbehind my eyes. Hot spurts of cum filled me from both ends, thick and claiming, their roars shaking the cavern walls.
I collapsed against Nim’s chest, trembling and soaked, their cocks still throbbing deep inside me. The mingled heat of their seed, their scents coating me inside and out, left me dizzy.
Sim stroked my cheek, his grin feral. “Now you smell exactly how you should—fucked full and marked.”
Nim pressed his forehead to mine, his purr vibrating through my bones. “Anyone who scents you now will know you belong to us.”
I sagged between them, still panting, my belly heavy against Nim’s chest. “Good,” I whispered, voice raw. “Let them smell it. Let them know I’m not theirs to take.”
"Not nearly enough though," Sim slowly extracted himself from me. "Hold her tight for me, mate."
With my legs around Nim, he carefully supported me with his arms. I wasn't sure what Sim was doing until I felt hot cum splashed against my back. Nim's cock twitch inside me.
"Why does that feel good?" I moaned.
Their twin growls of satisfaction rolled through me, dark promises of more to come.
33
ZIRC
The holdingcells beneath Kilo's arena reeked of blood, fear, and something else that made my Silver Beast pace restlessly despite the Shura crystal growing through my chest like frozen lightning. I pressed my functioning hand against the bars, studying the crowd gathering in the galleries above through gaps in the stone ceiling.
Something was wrong. Deeply, fundamentally wrong.
"Nervous, beast?" Nialla's voice drifted from the corridor, honey-sweet and poison-laced. "You should be. Tonight's audience is... special."
