Page 19 of Room 13: Bred By the Bears

Miele giggled, shifting against my groin, trying to extricate herself from our tangled heap of body parts.

“Just a safety check,” I told her. “A lot can go wrong in the dark, in the forest. It’s best to have all bases covered, just in case.”

I felt her ass press against my groin, my soft and sensitive cock getting a warm snug pinch.

“All right, time to get you back to your other mates. Otherwise they may send the search party out for us.”

I helped her out of my lap, stood up behind her and wiped her clean of all the dust and bramble she’d collected all over her body. Then, much to her surprise, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her back to Room 13.

“Are you? What the f—put me down Armel!” She cussed and hollered all the way up the elegant stone pathway that led to the back patio. Past groups of members that either smiled in knowing or gaped in empathetic solidarity.

“Hush.” I tapped her open and exposed ass. “I caught you fair and square. I have every right to show off my spoils any way I see fit.”

“Armel.” Her hands pressed against my lower back. “My shorts are split straight down the middle. Everyone can seeeverything.”

I winked at Chantilly as I passed by, taking the stairs two at a time.

“You best be careful, Little Cub. You keep mouthing off and I think your alpha might feel the need to fill it with something to shut you up.”

thirteen

Ryker spentthe hour we waited for Armel’s cat and mouse came to complete, setting up for the rest of the evening. Me? I could barely keep my stiff cock in my underwear. Overflowing with pent up energy, I could barely sit still. Pacing seemed to be the only outlet that helped to keep me calm. That and yanking at my dick every few minutes.

“Thumbs up.” Ryker told me after an eternity. “I’m sure he’ll be up soon.”

It felt like we blinked, and we heard the lock beep and disengage. Armel pushed through the door, Miele tossed over his shoulder like the prize buck he brought back to a cave. Of course a prized buck probably didn’t land ineffectual slaps against its captors ass or call him a cocksucker.

Armel flipped her over his shoulder, dropping her onto the bed like a spitting, hissing, sack of potatoes.

“I should have safe worded your ass.” She sneered. “Parading me through the club, looking likethis. I have no pants on Armel!”

“Technically, you do,” Ryker corrected, collecting one of the two shredded legs that hung around her thighs. “They just, aren’t covering much any longer.”

Rather than fight with her, Armel rolled on top of her, taking her arms and pressed them above her head. He traced a long, damp path with his lips from her temple, down her jaw, to her neck where a riot of pinks and purples stood in stark contrast to her milky skin.

“You’re mine.” He purred in her ear, “You wear my mark now.”

He traced the bite mark with his tongue before sucking on the bruised skin for long moments.

“And if I want to carry you up to our room, to care for you, cherish you. Make sure you don’t have to expel a single ounce more of energy after all the running and fucking…It is my prerogative to do so, Little Cub.”

The two of us stood sentry while Armel practically sucked the fight out of her. The legs that had been kicking and scraping along the bedspread, went lax and fell to either side of her hips, spreading her pussy open in welcome. Her hips humped up against Armel’s groin, as he continued to suck her.

“You are such a good girl,” he continued, pulling the twigs and bramble from her hair, before pressing his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. “I hope we can play like that again. Now that I’ve had a taste I need more.”

He pushed off the bed and raised an eyebrow at the two of us as if to say, whose turn now. He stalked to the bathroom, the sound of the tap breaking the tense silence. Ryker motioned toward me, leaning against the edge of the chair in the room.

“Pet?” I asked, tracing my fingers up her thigh. “How are you feeling? Other than your color, do you hurt anywhere? Anything we should check out?”

Armel came back into the room shirtless, just his boxers hanging low on his hips. He held a small bowl of water and a washcloth in his hands.

“I think it’s just mud.” He nodded toward the knee cradled in my palm. “We stuck to the pathways. It’s soft and mossy out there.”

“I’m good.” Miele cleared her throat and turned to look at me. “Still green.” Her pupils were still blown out, a sign she floated in that perfect space of bliss we all strove to achieve.

“I bet her pussy smells amazing.” Ryker perched at the end of the bed, watching as I inspected her skin. “Look at all that cum.”

“If I ask you to present, my pet, do you know what that means?”

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