Page 102 of Theirs to Crave

I flailed, desperately trying to hold on to reality as I careened towards an orgasm that reared up out of nowhere. Something filled my palm, and I gripped it, only realizing what it was whenRevik groaned, bucking into my hand. Jesus, he was fucking huge!

I mapped him with desperate strokes as my other hand squeezed Litha’s thigh. It was hard to concentrate as I bucked and squealed under the vibrating assault of Zaf’s tongue on—and in—my spasming cunt, but the pieces came together into an unbelievable whole.

Studded, like Zaf, with firm round nubs that concentrated at the base, spiraling up his length. He wasn’t as long as Zaf—which still put him in league with the biggest human dicks I’d had the pleasure of fucking—but he was so goddamned thick my jaw ached preemptively. His cock swelled, thicker in the middle, tapered at the tip, and I just knew that if I could get it inside me, he’d grind my g-spot to pulsing, sloppy ecstasy.

As if he read my thoughts, Zaf’s tongue twisted inside me, coiling, thickening, pressing against that high, sensitive spot, and the orgasm crashed over me.

I screamed, gushing, my body rolling against his mouth like a wave. My left hand clamped onto Revik’s cock, hot precum splattering my wrist as he jerked, biting off a curse.

“Yes, Estrayuh,rek. Ix toum, Lelesha.” Litha murmured the words between licks, her voice throaty with need. She shifted, widening her stance as she pressed her hand to my abdomen, holding me in place.

My channel clamped down, trapping Zaf’s tongue, and I moaned. I reached for Litha—not sure if I wanted her to stop or push harder—and my hand delved between her legs. She was blisteringly hot, so wet my fingers slipped right in, enveloped by unimaginable softness.

Her fingers flexed, sharp and sudden, as Zaf folded his tongue, pressing the vibrating hump hard against my clit.

I keened, pleasure cycling from my breasts to my pussy and back again, building on itself until it was all I felt, all I knew, all that I was.

Slowly—achingly slowly—the blinding light of my second climax faded, and I collapsed back into my body, lax and warm.

Five hands petted me, gently caressing every inch of my skin. Three tongues lapped, tasting my sweat, sipping at my release.

I stretched, floating in the perfect post-orgasm quiet. My fingers spread, encountering slippery heat—one side hard, the other sinfully soft. I stroked, lazily, a hazy smile curling my lips at my lovers’ gasps.

Litha’s pussy. . .licked me.

I stilled; the misty afterglow burned away in an instant.

It happened again. A sinuous, gentle caress along my suddenly extra-sensitive fingertip. Holy fucking shit.

I sat up, batting away the hands and nuzzling mouths. My attention was fixed on Litha, but I spared a glance to the boys, pointing imperiously between Revik’s mouth and Zaf’s straining cock. He’d eaten me so good, he deserved a reward.

For such a bossy, dominant man, Revik took direction surprisingly well. He flipped Zaf onto his back beside me, lifted the long, pale legs over his wide shoulders, and set in to worship him from asshole to tip.

Zaf groaned, his body twisting, clearly enjoying himself.

Any other time, I would have watched. Maybe masturbated. Hell, I would have fucked my fingers pruney. The two of themtogether were hot as shit, and something about Revik in a position of supplication hit all sorts of happy buttons.

But I had Litha. And she and I were due some one-on-one time.

I pushed her onto her back beside Zaf. She didn’t resist, her eyes warm and curious on mine. At least, they were until I straddled her, then they flared with heat. My inner thighs wailed at the stretch, but she steadied me with a hand on my hip and the press of her tail against my lower back. My short-legged ass was going to have to take up alien pilates or something, fucking about with these giants.

I leaned down, planting my hands on either side of her head, and kissed her. My hair fell around us, a wavy curtain that made the moment into something intimate—private, even with the boys moaning and moving next to us.

I nibbled her full lower lip, rolling my body against hers. My crotch only reached her stomach, but her purr and silky fur turned each move into shuddering decadence.

I was dying to introduce myself to Litha’s cunt—whether that involved shaking its hand or giving it a kiss—but I wasn’t going to rush. I felt like I’d been lusting after her gorgeous warrior’s body and quiet, kind confidence for a lifetime. Now that she was here, letting me do whatever I wanted, I was going to savor every second.

I kissed my way down her neck, biting the long curve. She moaned louder, and her hand let go of my breast to cup the back of my head. Farther down, farther, and my lips brushed against a hard nipple.

Litha sucked in a breath, holding it as her hand trembled.

I rolled my eyes up, meeting her gaze as I explored the gentle curves of her breasts with both hands, exhaling heat onto one puckered nipple. Otherwise, I carefully avoided touching the sensitive tips.

They’d collectively tortured me over these past weeks, so a little turnabout seemed fair.

When she was squirming, and the hand on the back of my head grew insistent, I leaned in, opened my mouth wide, and sank my teeth into the meat of her breast. Her nipple pushed insistently at my tongue, and I laved the velvety point, plucking, tugging and squeezing the other with my fingers.

Claws pricked my scalp, and Litha moaned, arching.

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