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He pushed forward, pressing carefully as Evie groaned and her back arched in response to the invasion. She whimpered into Vrishna’s fur as Sabol worked his pleasure cock in all the way to its base. He stilled them, waiting as Evie became accustomed to it. Gradually, as he stroked his hands soothingly along her back, Vrishna became aware of the tension easing from her muscles and the shift of her hips as she experimentally moved herself upon it. Sabol watched as she rose and sat upon his pleasure cock, his eyes following her glide as her body swallowed him.

Vrishna wasn’t sure exactly when the male began to move, but when he did Evie gasped and choked on the broken sounds of her desire as he claimed her there, his hips rocking against hers as his breeding cock continued to drip seed onto his pleasure cock and her ass. He stroked it with one hand as he rode her, his other hands busy with holding her or playing with a nipple or the small bud of flesh above her cunt. His own panting eventually became as rough as hers, his body twitching as she quivered beneath him when another orgasm rose through her. Pulling his pleasure cock free, he positioned his breeding cock at her ass and pressed in with one slow but ceaseless thrust, screwing himself deep into that back passage.

Evie cried out from the shock of it, and Vrishna felt her stiffen against the highly textured and thicker breeding cock. Vrishna opened his mouth to object that she wasn’t ready, but Sabol was already in. She held entirely still within Vrishna’s hold as if she wasn’t certain she liked it, struggling to breathe as Sabol slowly seated himself completely within her, with the exception of the knot. He pumped gently, and her brow wrinkled as she sighed and moaned at the sensation. As she relaxed into it, Sabol’s pumping became more insistent, and Vrishna’s patience disappeared until finally it snapped.

Shifting her weight to reach between them with one hand, he pressed his breeding cock at her sopping entrance. He felt Sabol shudder in surprise as their pleasure cocks brushed each other as they slid out of the way, but they all groaned as Vrishna pressed forward, pushing his cock into her cunt that felt even snugger with Sabol’s sex buried deep within her. Sabol shook, tremors of desire running through him as Vrishna continued to press deeper. He snarled at the overwhelming sensation, imagining that this was close to what a lock felt like but pushed that thought aside as together they began to move, their female pinned between them, her soft cries of pleasure filling their ears.

Together they rutted her, their hips moving quicker, their thrusts sharper. Vrishna pinned one of her shoulders with his mouth and Sabol the other as their hips snapped, pumping into her eagerly as they chased their release, and Evie squeezed them with every orgasm that tore through her. They growled together with pleasure whenever she came and her cunt milked them with hard, hungry pulls that made their cocks jerk with a spray of seed. Not a true release—not even true, viable seed with the way they were rutting—but every pulse sent waves of pleasure through Vrishna, and through Sabol too. Sabol’s pace hastened as his climax approached, growling and snarling until he arched over her, his body locking up hard, and Vrishna groaned low in his throat, his hips pumping eagerly as he felt the swell of Sabol’s cock as it pulsed and spewed seed. It seemed to carry on for a time, feeding the raging fire in Vrishna’s blood, but then suddenly Sabol released her shoulder and withdrew with a contented moan.

His cock slipping free, it slapped against the base of Vrishna’s sex and along his pleasure cock and dripped the remnants of his release. Sabol grinned as he reclined, his eyes taking in her ass with clear admiration.

“Now lock her, Vrishna. Show me.”

Vrishna shivered but didn’t respond. He merely angled his hips up and slid his hand between them as Evie lay lax against him and angled the head of his pleasure cock and pressed it against her ass. Thrusting upward, his hips curling in, his cocks buried deep into her softness, the squeeze of her around them made his pleasure cock begin to vibrate in preparation to breed. Locking was breeding, but he knew he didn’t have to worry about the consequences. She had fallen out of her fertile period before they had arrived there. His breeding would not be productive, and as fortunate as he knew that to be, some part of him wanted to rut her into season so that she would accept his seed.

Growling against the vulnerable skin clamped into his mouth, he swiveled his hips, dropping her, and he rutted up into her, her back arching and her hips curling to meet each movement. As she drew back slightly for leverage, he admired the way her soft teats bounced though he preferred the feel of them crushed against his chest. Unable to resist the temptation, he hauled her forward against him, holding her in place, incapable of moving as his hips snapped harder. Some females enjoyed tearing up males who rutted them and so pinning a female like this was second nature, but he found he also enjoyed having Evie helpless and quivering as one orgasm rolled into another. Firming his grip on her, he curled his hips one last time, putting enough force behind it that he felt his knot squeeze its way through as her body convulsed with the release that tore through her, squeezing his shafts as his knot grew inside and his breeding cock swelled, locking them together.

A snarl of desire, lust, and perhaps victory tore from him as he felt her sex clamp down and squeeze him, demanding his seed. His true seed. He snarled and moaned as he ground into her, doing tiny pumps as far as his knot would allow that tugged on it exquisitely, his pleasure cock vibrating away as her fingers tightened in his fur and her entire body began to quiver. When she finally screamed, it not only woke a snarling Thral but the violent clamp of her muscles around his shaft made him release with a shout, his breeding cock throbbing as it sprayed his seed deep within her repeatedly. Thral’s snarl echoed in his ears with the responding echo of Sabol’s warning, but he ignored them both. His awareness was narrowed down entirely to his mate shivering with her own release in his arms, pumping every bit of himself into her.

He wasn’t even mad when his lock went down and Thral yanked him off of her. But then Thral wasn’t mad either, just scared. The moment he checked on Evie and made certain that she was still okay, he gathered her back into his arms and curled himself once more around her, leaving Sabol and Vrishna to work out where to lie around her once more.

As he sank into the soft bedding of her nest, Vrishna sighed contently, the ache from his shaft and sack finally truly eased completely since the first time he scented her. Turning his head, he nuzzled her lovingly, his tongue swiping against her cheek as she languidly smiled before falling back to sleep.

CHAPTER23

Evie woke with a shaft of sunlight on her face. She blinked against it and ran her fingers through her mop of hair, pushing it out of her eyes. The sun was bright enough that, for a moment, alarm snapped through her, certain that she’d overslept until she heard the steady, rumbling breaths of the triad sleeping soundly around her. Her lips curled into a smile, and she squinted against the sunlight as she peered at each of them, their faces relaxed in slumber. Thral’s ear twitched as if alert when she sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, but he didn’t otherwise move. That one idiosyncrasy forced her to muffle a laugh as her heart melted just a little more.

She bit her lip, wanting to linger there, but she shook her head and forced herself to get up. As much as she wanted to crawl back into that cuddle pile, especially when she still felt so sore and tender, she needed to get cleaned up and get on her way. However long they were going to sleep, having exhausted themselves so thoroughly the night before, they wouldn’t remain asleep for long.

Keeping her steps light, Evie grabbed her bag and clothes and headed toward the bathroom. Avoiding the mirror and the guilt she would see in her face reflected back at her, she quickly wetted a cloth and wiped herself down as she sternly reminded herself that what she was doing was for the best. That her heart clenched in protest was beside the point. This wasn’t about what she wanted. She didn’t want to leave them. She didn’t want to think of the betrayal they would feel when they woke to find her gone. But it was necessary, and when it came right down to it, her conscience was being unreasonable.

When I get back, I’ll explain. They’ll understand why I had to do this, and everything will be fine. I’m coming back, after all. They know that.

So why then, if this was right, did it sound like she was trying so very hard to convince herself of it? Scowling at that observation, she pulled on her clothes and shoved her feet into her boots. It was ridiculous, but she couldn’t quite get rid of that heaviness in her chest as she slipped down the stairs and out the door. Nor did it feel right when her heart began to race the moment that she set foot outside as the gravity of what she was doing hit her along with a punch of endorphins.

Evie felt sick at that moment and hunted all at once. She was experiencing the conflicting desire to turn back and sneak back inside before anyone missed her and to flee as fast as she could before she was hunted down and caught. The need to put distance between them if she was going to do this made the hair on her neck prickle, and she picked up her pace, breaking into a jog and then a sprint as she careened through the forest, her pack bouncing uncomfortably on her back. Threading her thumbs under the straps, she hitched it closer to her as her legs ate up the ground beneath her. Trees rushed by her, branches slapping her as she drove through them, but she ignored it. Her heart beat a frantic tempo, and bumps broke out over her skin as the cold washed over her.

Her head shot around as she glanced behind her, her gaze frantically taking in her surroundings. She couldn’t see anything in pursuit, but she had no doubt that she was being hunted. A shiver raced through her. Running from any of her males was fruitless and would convey the wrong message. Although she was leaving them behind briefly, she didn’t want them to think she was trying to escape them or run away from them.

Her pace slowed as she made the decision to come to a stop, but she shrieked when a massive gray figure broke from the trees just in front of her and grabbed her. She was foisted up into the air against a hard body as steely arms banded around her, caging her tightly within them.

Evie blinked up into that burning yellow gaze and dredged up a tiny smile even as she wilted a little at seeing who had caught her. “Hey, Thral.”

The Ragoru’s eyes narrowed on her menacingly, but she was relieved that, though his grip on her was firm that it didn’t become punishingly painful in his obvious temper.

“That is what you have to say?” he growled softly, his eyes sliding over her and lingering on the straps of her pack. “What are you doing, Evie?”

“Would you believe that I’m going for a walk?”

His eyes slitted, his body becoming rigid. “No.”

“Well, it seems that this is about all this is going to amount to, so you might as well,” she muttered under her breath.

The way his ears turned toward her, she suspected that he heard every word. Which was confirmed by the words he growled in reply.

“That depends. Are you intending to abandon us after all? You have played with us, gotten your pleasure and what you needed from us, and now you are rejecting us? If that is the case, you do not need to return,” he replied, his expression colder than she’d ever seen it and yet within his yellow she saw what looked like hurt and that cut more than his words could. “We do not need a female who would seek to escape our family.”

She shook her head. “That’s not it at all. I’m not playing with anyone or rejecting anyone. I planned to come back once I was finished, like I said.”

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