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When she’s done, I repay the favor by kissing a path down her body to bite her thigh again. She cries out in confusion, wanting my knot, not my teeth
She immediately arches into me, demanding more with an adorable little whimper that I catch with my tongue.
Her inner muscles clench around me, making me groan.
“I taught her a new trick,” Caius says lazily, grinning at whatever expression he sees on my face. “You're both very welcome.”
I almost say something snarky, but Clove squeezes me again and I’m utterly lost to the vixen beneath me.
Her inner muscles clench around me, making me groan.
“I taught her a new trick,” Caius says lazily, grinning at whatever expression he sees on my face. “You're both very welcome.”
I almost say something snarky, but Clove squeezes me again and I’m utterly lost to the vixen beneath me.
But there’s something not quite right. The bed is too lumpy. It’s… imperfect.
And I really dislike that sensation.
I stir from my cloud of dizzy desire and hit the lump on the bed. It’s soft and plushy and in the wrong place.
Growling, I move it to the corner. But then I find another misshapen clump and have to move it, too.
Which unearths a third one.
And then a fourth.
By the the tenth, I’m a snarling mess, ripping apart the bed and everything on it.
Clearly, I need to make the bed again.
Once I’m satisfied with the mattress and the lack of bumps, I start over. Carefully.
I pick up sheets and shirts and jeans and towels and everything I can find, crafting the perfect bed to rest within.
My males are here.
I feel them watching me.
One of them even hands items to me, trying to help. I purr when I like the offering and snarl when I dislike it.
He’s a good male.
He doesn’t force me to take anything I don’t want, instead giving me the correct items more often than not.
I’ll invite him into our new safe haven first.
It’s a little strange in appearance, not necessarily flat, but all the edges are perfect.
I prowl around it, proud of my creation.
My males seem to like it, too. They’re purring. Mmm, I love that sound. I want to roll around on them while they rumble.
“That’s a beautiful nest, gorgeous,” the helpful one says.
I preen with pleasure and reach for him, wanting to show him how to properly enter our new home.
He doesn’t rush me. He lets me lead. And I very much appreciate that.
Then he does exactly what I show him, careful not to dislodge any of my perfectly placed fluff.
“I’m suddenly reminded of when her wolf took herself on a tour of the house,” the gruffer one says. My scary giant. He likes knives. But he only bleeds me for pleasure. So I like him. “Except she’s in human form this time.”
I prowl out of my safe haven, coming for him next and catch him by the hand.
He’s not as careful as the other one, his bulky form almost knocking one of my blankets loose. But he listens to me when I growl, waiting for me to move it out of his way so he can finish climbing into our new bed.
I point to the place I want him.
He goes there willingly, laying down naked on his back.
The other one is still sitting, making me consider where I want him.
Hmm, I hum, leaving him there for a moment as I go to find the leader.
He’s waiting patiently for me outside, naked, just like my other two males.
I’m pleased.
And I really dislike that sensation.
I stir from my cloud of dizzy desire and hit the lump on the bed. It’s soft and plushy and in the wrong place.
Growling, I move it to the corner. But then I find another misshapen clump and have to move it, too.
Which unearths a third one.
And then a fourth.
By the the tenth, I’m a snarling mess, ripping apart the bed and everything on it.
Clearly, I need to make the bed again.
Once I’m satisfied with the mattress and the lack of bumps, I start over. Carefully.
I pick up sheets and shirts and jeans and towels and everything I can find, crafting the perfect bed to rest within.
My males are here.
I feel them watching me.
One of them even hands items to me, trying to help. I purr when I like the offering and snarl when I dislike it.
He’s a good male.
He doesn’t force me to take anything I don’t want, instead giving me the correct items more often than not.
I’ll invite him into our new safe haven first.
It’s a little strange in appearance, not necessarily flat, but all the edges are perfect.
I prowl around it, proud of my creation.
My males seem to like it, too. They’re purring. Mmm, I love that sound. I want to roll around on them while they rumble.
“That’s a beautiful nest, gorgeous,” the helpful one says.
I preen with pleasure and reach for him, wanting to show him how to properly enter our new home.
He doesn’t rush me. He lets me lead. And I very much appreciate that.
Then he does exactly what I show him, careful not to dislodge any of my perfectly placed fluff.
“I’m suddenly reminded of when her wolf took herself on a tour of the house,” the gruffer one says. My scary giant. He likes knives. But he only bleeds me for pleasure. So I like him. “Except she’s in human form this time.”
I prowl out of my safe haven, coming for him next and catch him by the hand.
He’s not as careful as the other one, his bulky form almost knocking one of my blankets loose. But he listens to me when I growl, waiting for me to move it out of his way so he can finish climbing into our new bed.
I point to the place I want him.
He goes there willingly, laying down naked on his back.
The other one is still sitting, making me consider where I want him.
Hmm, I hum, leaving him there for a moment as I go to find the leader.
He’s waiting patiently for me outside, naked, just like my other two males.
I’m pleased.
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