Page 69 of Theirs to Crave

I was shamefully certain that if she went into the village bare, there would be a trail of people needing healing in her wake. Which would be uncomfortable, as I’d have been the one to injure them in the first place.

So, yes. She needed more cloths.

This last storm had been ferocious but short. We were nearing the end ofilot va’regnev.We would come intoilot va’hethbefore the end of this moon, I thought. After theva’grevattack and the discovery-laden visit to thejavuh, yesterday’s calm had been a welcome relief. Today, Estrayuh and I would go to the village while Revik and Litha gathered food to replace what we’d lost.

I hoped Estrayuh would be pleased. She was so strong, it humbled me. I would have understood if she’d stayed curled in the cushions for a moon after everything she’d gone through—of which I knew only a little. Instead, she worked tirelessly to learn our ways, to helpus, and somehow found the will to smile through it all.

But in the night, when she thought us asleep, she cried.

I hadn’t been sleeping much—too restless from the torment of having my loves so close, but being unable to sate myself in them.

The first night Estrayuh had slept in our den, we’d thought nothing of it. Among the Teterayuh, sex was something to celebrate and enjoy. I feared that wasn’t the case for Hyunans. She hadn’t said a word, but the scent of her discomfort had ridden the air like smoke from a fire.

My eyes followed the languid sweep of Litha’s body, a whimper pushing at my throat. She stretched, arching her back in a graceful curve, and my need grew into a snarling beast beneath my skin.

A smile played at the corners of her mouth as she tipped her head to the side, exposing the biteable length of her neck.

Revik watched me—his eyes glittering hotly from beneath lowered lids—as he leaned in, accepting her invitation with a graze of his teeth.

Litha purred, pressing against his mouth.

My sex hardened in a dizzying rush, the tip pushing from my sheath. I growled and threw my pack to the side. My mates were wise. This morning could be spent in more pleasurable ways.

I prowled up their bodies, nuzzling as I went, saturating my fur in the scent of their mingled desire. My mouth watered. Revik’s swollen sheath was hot in my hand, and I grinned at his curse even as my tongue slipped out, eager to taste.

Litha held her legs teasingly closed. I nuzzled between them, growling my demand that she spread for me.

“Litha?” Estrella’s voice floated from the den, husky with sleep.

I smothered my groan against Litha’s abdomen, which shook with laughter.

With a sharp bite that shared her frustrated need, she slipped out from under me, caressing Revik and I with her tail as she padded into thes’klaytuhto see what ourLeleshaneeded.

I flopped onto my back—my cock already halfway out of its sheath—and pouted.

Revik drove to his feet, his nostrils flaring as he stared down at me. My cock jerked. He was massive. Feral. He didn’t say a word, just turned and strode into the trees, ass flexing and tail twitching in invitation.

I blinked at the spot where he’d been until enough blood made it to my brain for a thought to rise. I raced after him.

It wasn’t comfortable to run this aroused. Butrek, I needed him. I needed him now—

He crashed into me.

I landed with my back against a tree, grunting, my hands already stroking greedily over his straining muscles. My body rolled against him. I wanted his touch everywhere.

His rich, spicy scent filled my nose, and I sank my teeth into his shoulder, preening as he bucked against me.

Revik fisted his hands in the fur at the back of my head and pulled.

I gasped, arching, presenting him with my throat. When he snarled and closed his teeth around my neck, I shuddered and went limp.

Revik’s snarl turned into a purr. He ran one big hand down my back, pressing our groins together even as he pushed my shoulders into the bark of the tree, pinning me.

“Revik!” I wailed, my hips bucking, as he kneaded the sensitive spot at the root of my tail with his claws.

He chuckled against my neck, dark and full of promise.

My mind was scrambled from lust, but rebellion sparked. He was too controlled. I didn’t want that. I wanted him drowning with me.

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