Page 41 of Theirs to Crave
I waited for him to continue, but he was silent, his body tense.
Revik grunted. “As do I. And Litha. Estrayuh is brave and kind, and although her furless body is strange, it is pleasing.”
I slanted him a look over my shoulder.
“I know how you look when you want someone,” he rumbled.
I stretched to nip his jaw. Smug, impertinent man. Then I rubbed him with my cheek because he was right, after all.
Zaf’s voice was hesitant. “It doesn’t...bother you?”
“No,” I said, turning back and pulling him closer. “Desire is a part of life. Why the concern now? You had no such fears when you met and desired Revik after we’d been mated almost a season cycle.”
Zaf purred at the memory, and Revik cast his hand tenderly down his back, enclosing us both in his strong embrace. Our sweet, sensitive mate was silent for a moment, thinking.
“Something is...different with Estrayuh. She does something to me. I lose control when I am around her. Me!” His voice rose as he spoke, but when Svixa snuffled he lowered it to a whisper. “I frighten her. And I worry that you,” he moved his gaze earnestly between Revik and I, “might think I want you less, if I am aroused by someone so different. I don’t!”
“Kshhh,” I soothed, running my fingers through his head fur to knead his scalp. “Of course not. Estrayuh is frightened much of the time,sha’vail. She is heart-hurt, as you said. I do not think she fearsus. However strong your reaction to her is, would you press your interest if she rejected you in any way?”
Zaf growled a negative, his fingers flexing against my hip.
“Then be at peace. Estrayuh has proven her ability to make her feelings known.” I grinned, remembering her stubborn refusal to eat perfectly goodlellek. “Now,” I continued, rolling back to lean against Revik. “Do you desire me less because I am not as strong as Revik?” I ran my hand along my thigh. “You’ve said how you love my fur, do you find Revik’s less appealing because it is shorter and darker? Should we pluck our bodies until we are smooth as a Hyunan?”
Zaf muffled a laugh, shaking his head. “Am I being foolish?”
“No.” The thrumming timbre in Revik’s voice made my eyes slide half-shut with pleasure. “You’re being thoughtful. As always. It’s why I love you.”
Zaf rubbed against him, purring. Then he draped himself across us, smirking as he posed languidly. “I thought you loved me for my body,” he teased.
I landed among the cushions with a softoomphas Revik twisted, his bulky frame moving with unbelievable swiftness. He pounced on our teasing mate, running one big hand down Zaf’s lean, sculpted form. Revik’s eyes followed hungrily, watching Zaf’s fur shimmer as his breathing grew faster.
“I would love you if you were squat as araysheeland bald as the Svestrix,” Rev murmured, cupping Zaf’s cheek tenderly. Then he dropped down, circling his hips against the other man as he whispered, “But I do enjoy your gorgeous body.”
“And I yours,” Zaf panted. His neck arched with a silent moan, and he rolled his head to face me. “And yours.”
“We are uncommonly beautiful, it is true,” I hummed, resting my cheek on my fist as I watched them move together.
He laughed, the happy sound turning dark and hungry as his clever fingers made Revik arch, baring his teeth.
Revik snarled soundlessly and flipped Zaf over, giving his perky ass a squeeze before brushing his hand along Zaf’s long tail and settling it over his shoulder. He reached for the pot oftovnext to our sleeping cushion, coating his fingers in the slippery gel as he rocked his hips, grinding against Zaf.
Zaf moaned, biting into the soft cloth to muffle his moans.
“Let me show you what your body does to me,shirratoum. Show you how much you make me want you.”
I squeezed my thighs together as I drank them in, feeling myself growing slippery with want.Rek, they were hot.
Revik’s glistening fingers slipped between their bodies, and Zaf keened, a high breathless moan of pleasure.
“Mm-mm,” Revik hummed, giving Zaf a chastising nibble. “You must be quiet. Svixa needs her rest, and we wouldn’t want to wake the strangers. Imagine what they might think, seeing us like this.”
Zaf bucked, the scent of his desire overwhelming.
Revik’s grin was wild as his eyes landed hotly on me. He closed his hand over Zaf’s head fur, lifting his face, and murmured, “Litha,sha’vail, come help our mate be quiet. He needs something to do with his mouth.”
Zaf was whispering, “Yes, yes, yes,” under his breath as I scooted up, giving him a place between my thighs. I closed my eyes for the barest instant when his talented tongue split my petals, shivering ecstasy blocking out everything else.
Then his teeth sank into my thigh, and I forced my eyes open enough to watch the two bodies—one dark, one light—dance.