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It wasn’t that she dismissed their arguments or didn’t understand their reasons for wanting to be with her. Even without her agreeing to be their mate, they’d already accepted her as family and felt the need to protect her regardless of whether it was safe or not for them to do so. Which meant that her leaving was going to feel like a betrayal. But no matter how she tried, she couldn’t ignore the fact that she would still be leading them close to human settlements, which could ultimately be very dangerous for them. The mining village was certain to have a huntsman stationed there.

While most villages and towns only saw a huntsman if one or more happened to be passing through, important operations such as the mining village were guaranteed to have at least one. And they were trained to look for predators and potential threats and exterminate them. Although the triad knew of the huntsmen, they didn’t have any actual experience-based knowledge and didn’t recognize them as the threat they were. They were too cavalier about them, too sure of their own strength, heightened senses, and speed. Even sweet Vrishna had laughed at the idea that the Ragoru weren’t the superior predators on the planet. She knew that they saw humans as weak and nonthreatening.

She didn’t want them to discover otherwise, that humans had a way of killing predators that were larger, faster, and stronger than them. She couldn’t live with herself if, because of that, one or more of them were injured or killed. Evie had even considered just not completing her mission. She was fully aware of the fact that she could remain in the cabin for as long as she wanted with the Ragoru until she made a decision. Then, if she decided to return to her post, no one would say anything about her returning much later. The far north was dangerous, largely unknown and unpredictable. There would be disappointment if she couldn’t get there to study them, but she knew that if they didn’t hear from her, someone would be sent to the southwestern coastal citadel to catch the next boat north to investigate. It would be so easy to do that.

But the “what if” remained. Travel time to the southwestern citadel would take weeks, and that was the only major port on the western side of the continent due to the turmoil of the Valgimorth Ocean that ravaged the west. No one traveled on those waters except for the miners and the supply ships that dutifully carried goods to them. It could be many months before someone got up there to make a proper study. What if it were something dangerous that a delay of information could cause potential deaths?

She had no choice. She had to go. She agreed with them that they were in charge of their own fates, and if they followed her there was nothing she would do to stop them, but that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t at least try to do what was right. And perhaps if they thoroughly marked her, they would ultimately be less worried about her absence. She couldn’t give them what they wanted—not yet—but it could be her promise to return if she invited the scent marking. She just wasn’t sure how to go about it in a way that didn’t insult them. Thral would be especially tricky since the idea of scent marking without mating had obviously bothered him. The problem was that even if she was certain that tying herself to them was the right decision, it wasn’t fair to them to do it yet when she intended to leave.

Seduction then? But how would she seduce all three of them at once? She wasn’t even sure where to start with that. She barely had human contact over the last several years outside of comm transmissions. And even before that her studies took up too much of her time to do more than bother. Seductress she was definitely not. Shedidrecall that they had said something about engorgement and being thrown into a rut, but she wasn’t sure how much that would help her. She understood only a little of what that was from her experience with Sabol. The biggest problem was that she wasn’t sure how to get them all there at once when Thral and Vrishna were determined to leave her alone with Sabol at every opportunity.

That definitely wasn’t going to work.

She eyed the males as they brought more bowls of fruit to the table and sat with her. Although they’d obviously eaten their prey raw earlier, that they wanted to sit with her for the rest of the meal was quite sweet. They were also watching her eat every bite, their eyes following the movement of her hand and their eyes dilating with every bit of food she sucked off her fingers. She knew she was affecting them. She’d have to be blind not to notice the way they were beginning to extrude around her. Not full erections or engorgement. She saw little more than the tip of the head and perhaps some of the length slip from their sheaths. But that was enough to make her belly clench with interest. Especially after what she’d shared with Vrishna earlier that morning.

The way he’d groaned and leaned into her touch, surrendering to her completely rather than trying to take control had been an eye opener. While part of her had wondered just the day before whether their tendency to partially extrude was simply in response to Sabol’s scent mark wearing off, her interaction with Vrishna had confirmed that what was now between them was a lot more complicated. It would have been easier to gauge if they had just met. Then there would have been no question about it. Ragoru were often led led by instinct. But she also knew that there was far more to them than instinct. While instinct seemed to dominate their initial courting behavior, it wasn’t what kept them sitting there, eating her up with their eyes, rather than circling and displaying for her with an eagerness to gain her approval and rut.

That was also what was working against her whenever Vrishna and Thral ignored their instincts to leave her alone with Sabol to be marked. She studied them as she ate. Thral and Vrishna glanced repeatedly toward Sabol, their ears twitching as they shifted questioningly and then tipped forward. She managed not to frown in response. While she was becoming accustomed to their body language, she didn’t want to let on that she was onto Thral’s plan. They were going to leave soon to leave Sabol alone with her… again.

If she was going to do anything at all, it would have to be now.

Slowly, Evie dragged her tongue along each of her fingers as she licked the flavor from them. Sabol wasn’t looking her way, but for the moment that was fine. Her immediate targets had stopped looking over at him, their eyes fastened firmly on the slide of her tongue. She wasn’t even sure if they noticed that the fingers that she licked on one hand hadn’t even touched her food. It was the slickened fingers of that hand, as she slowly cleaned the flavor from her opposite fingertips, that slid discreetly into her pants beneath the cover of the table. Her pussy was already slightly slippery from her building arousal but her wetted fingers slid along it, creating a glide of pleasure that would have made her shiver if she hadn’t clenched her thighs firmly around her hand as she stroked. Just a couple of passes, just enough to get things moving. The moment she felt her pussy squelch wetly and she barely controlled the urge to rock into it, she regretfully pulled her hand free and wiped it on her pants.

She needed to be aroused enough for them to be affected by it unexpectedly so to throw them into rut, not orgasm and blow the entire game.

Thral growled softly in this throat, his ears flattening and pricking with indecision. Although she was nose blind to the sort of pheromones that they smelled, the thick musk from their extruding cocks dripping precum on the floor made her nipples tighten as it filled the room. Indoors, the scent from the three males was potent. Heat pooled low in her belly and between her thighs as a sharp tingle shot to her already sensitized clit. Evie shifted her thighs, rubbing them together, hoping that the friction from her pants over her underwear would give her some relief and praying that she hadn’t just made her control over the situation much more difficult. It was getting harder to control her own desire.

Despite that, it was working. Thral’s nose twitched, his hackles rising slightly. Having seen Sabol do this when they met, and comparing the way their hackles had risen in aggression with each other, Evie wasn’t the least bit concerned. This wasn’t aggressive behavior. Their reaction was fully in response to their desire. Now to get them to act on it without being too obvious about it. Biting her lip, she pretended to drop her eyes to focus on the berries still in front of her. Peering up at them through her lashes, she watched as Vrishna’s hackles also rose and a shiver ran over him. She wiggled then, rocking on her chair, and swallowed back a groan. He just needed a little push and she hoped that it would release more of her scent.

It must have worked because Thral shot up with a soft snarl. He moved to step back, obviously intending to leave the room, when Sabol suddenly closed in behind him, trapping the alpha between his body and the table. Her eyes shot up in surprise just as Sabol fluidly reached around the male and wrapped the fingers of his two right hands around his lead’s cocks. Thral stiffened in surprise, and Evie gaped as she watched Sabol’s fist move slowly up and down the lead’s length, making him shudder. At his other side, Vrishna stared at the males in confusion and began to stand, his own extruded cock making an appearance as he rose to his full height.

“Sabol, what are you doing?” he growled. “This is not what we discussed.” His words bit off on a startled grunt, and then he shook with a deep moan as Sabol’s lower left hands slid along his length, the claw of his thumb brushing the slit that ran up the center of the angled head.

Shocked, her gaze flicked between all three males. Thral’s mouth fell open as he panted, and he leaned forward, his four hands bracing him against the table, all four of his eyes pinned on her. Vrishna had begun pumping into the fist that Sabol made around his cock, his gaze cutting through his lust between Sabol and Evie as if attempting to rein in the lust consuming him as his upper cock thickened and spurted a stream of precum over Sabol’s fist.

Sabol’s eyes the entire time remained locked on her, their yellow depths glowing intently. Her seduction had turned on her completely as she felt as if something lit deep within her, and the pleasant, tingling warmth that she’d been feeling suddenly bloomed hotter as she watched them. Though Sabol was bringing the other two males of his triad pleasure, all three males stared at her hungrily—ravenously. Sabol’s cock twitched and leaked a thick stream of precum. She was transfixed completely, her panties saturating as her pussy pulsed and clenched needily, understanding that this show was all for her. Sabol’s own hunger was palpable as his eyes slid over her, reminding her of the way that he’d looked when he’d had her pinned beneath him. Her breath panted out of her as she watched three primary cocks weep for her. Sabol’s eyes glittered knowingly as the corners of his mouth curved in a smile of pure temptation.

Thral’s claws scored the table loudly as he growled, another thick stream of precum spurting from him, making Sabol chuff with a dark delight that danced along her nerve endings.

“See they desire you, rya?” he rumbled. “HowIdesire you?” His eyes glittered fiercely as they slitted with lust. “Is this what you want, rya? You’ve been sitting there baiting us with your scent. I am very familiar with the scent of your slickened cunt and the sounds it makes when caressed. You desired this, didn’t you?” he rasped. “You want these cocks to fill and stretch you. You want them to pump into you, delivering bursts of our seed from the knots that will pin you to us.”

A tiny whimper rose from Evie’s throat, and the burning yellow eyes of all three males focused in on her. Thral slammed his hips forward into Sabol’s grip, the fur along his shoulders and scruff rising too with his heightened desire as he tried to claw his way across the table. Sabol’s hand squeezing around his cock kept him in place, though the alpha snarled in warning to the male holding him. Their combined musks thickened, and deep within Evie, her desire combusted in a dark bloom of want. This wasn’t simply the stirrings of lust. This was raw, consuming need that filled her and made her head spin.

Blessed Mother, she needed to be filled. Now.

“Yes,” she whispered.

That one word was barely more than a thread of sound, but Sabol grinned triumphantly and released both males as Thral surged forward again. This time the alpha made it entirely over the table, his gaze focused on her like a predator leaping after his prey. She felt a fissure of excitement skip through her as she leaped up from the table, but she didn’t get more than a step before the male hauled her up into his four arms. Trapped against his torso, Evie gasped at the brush of his cock against her bottom as he spun and ran, heading directly for the stairs. With every bounding step, Evie’s body sang with excitement and desire. Everything, every plan, was momentarily forgotten in the tidal wave of desire rising through her. The need was everything as her pussy wept to be filled.

CHAPTER21

Evie gasped softly as Thral climbed onto the bed. She was still against his chest, but he’d released her with his lower arms to climb across the mattress. She suspected that he intentionally left minimal space between his body and the bed. As close as he was, he didn’t even have to hold her that tightly for her to feel every brush of his body against hers as he dragged over the mattress with him. He rubbed against her every time his weight shifted and with every movement of his limbs. It was an erotic punishment that promised pleasure and fulfillment at its end. And it was for that reason she did nothing more than moan softly and cling to him.

His hands drifted over as he laid her down in the center of the bed. Four hands roving over her were unpredictable at best. They seemed to touch everywhere at once, teasing her or petting her randomly. One hand would stroke the side of one breast while the other pinched her nipple. Another yet still dipped down her belly and explored her navel, hips, and mons. He was eager to touch her everywhere, and the more he touched her, the more she wanted it. She arched into the warm, dry brush of his finger and palm pads, but then another set of hands joined his, and then another until twelve hands were running over her.

Tongues dipped along her breasts and down to her thighs, dragging erotically over her skin. Two tongues seemed to circle around the vicinity of her breasts, stroking along the sides with the occasional gentle nip, and then tracing paths around and over her nipples. They nuzzled her there, drawing in the scent of her flesh as they explored her upper torso to trace hot trails from her nipples up along the arteries in her neck.

Thral, however, slid down, his muzzle brushing her mons. She jumped slightly at the brush of his tongue over the slick that coated her thigh and felt his breath blast across her skin as he grunted with pleasure. His growl vibrated through her, liquefying her core with hot, insistent pleasure as his muzzle shifted up to her sex. Her hips shot up, and she choked on a cry as it brushed her folds in a slow lap, and then another that was quicker. His muzzle pushed hard enough against her pussy that her clit was sucked between his fangs, the pressure sending her head spinning as she trembled against him. His tongue delved deep, pushing into her channel as he lapped at her tunnel as deep as he could go with the slick, flexible surface of his tongue.

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