Page 87 of Theirs to Crave
With my other hand, I yanked up the fabric of my top, freeing my breasts. I cupped one, pushing it against my chest as I rubbed the nipple between my fingers. I wanted them to be crushed against Revik’s hard chest—or maybe the bark of a tree as one of them fucked me from behind.
“Yes, yes, rek, just like that.”
Litha’s voice was breathless, and I bit back a moan. I slid down the wall, collapsing with my legs spread, knees up. My knife clattered to the floor as I plunged two fingers into myweeping cunt. I brought them to my mouth, lapping at them, imagining burying my head between Litha’s thighs.
My hips were pumping, desperate for satisfaction. My skirt had ridden up. I’d probably have a friction burn on my ass. I’d make Zafett rubtovon it. Tempt him into fucking it, too. I squeezed my breast roughly, arching, and ground my hips harder.
Litha. “R’arevang rek, Zaf? R’iskeh tch hahz? R’aiseh va’vailesha?”
Zafett, snarling. Wet, pounding noises in a fast rhythm, a baseline to his grunts and Litha’s moans.
Three fingers weren’t enough. I curled my body, trying to get deeper, but my damned fingers were too short. Lightning shot up my spine as I circled them over my clit. I was so swollen and sensitive, the sensation rocked through me. But as good as that felt, my pussy was an aching, throbbing mess, so empty it hurt.
A roar. Deep enough it had to be Revik. He and Zafett grunting as Litha keened.
I scrabbled blindly, finding my knife blade-first. I hissed. My fingers were slippery with blood and my own wetness, but I gripped the hilt and shoved it between my legs.
This was a bad fucking idea.
The pommel was cold and hard, shocking against the heat of me, but it warmed quickly. I couldn’t stop the groan of relief as my pussy ate it up, clenching around the rigid length with bruising intensity.
Moans and wet, slapping noises coming faster, louder.
I wanted to pound the knife into my cunt to the beat of their fucking, but the single brain cell I had that wasn’t focused on coming screamed “NO!”, so I wedged a finger in beside the hilt, pushing, needing that hard round tip to smash against my g-spot.
Revik and Zafett loomed over me in my head, huge cocks standing out obscenely from their furry bodies, and I forced in a second finger, biting my lip at the burn.
My jaw clamped down and I tasted blood as fireworks went off in my cunt. That was it, that was fucking it. I pushed with my fingers, grinding the knife into that beautiful spot. My ass made wet slapping sounds against the floor as my hips pumped.
So close, fuck, I was almost there.
Revik’s voice, raspy and coming in hard, staccato grunts. “Sal arvang era Estrayuh lez etha yoongak. Rek ekatesha. Yek het jipet a’sharits.”
The orgasm plowed into me, the explosion echoed by my three’s cries, their shouts of pleasure in the shape ofmy name.
Every muscle in my body tightened. My pussy pulsed, squeezing my fingers against the hilt of the knife, and my legs snapped shut. The pain from the blade cutting into my thighs blended with the ecstasy rolling through me, but I didn’t have a single fuck to give about any damage I might be doing in that moment. It felt too good.
A lifetime later, my body finally collapsed. An occasional aftershock made me quiver as I sprawled against the wall, quickly growing sticky.
I looked down at myself. My top was rucked up into my armpits, red scratches covered me like Sharpie doodles, myknife—the leather handle soaked almost black—lay abandoned between my spread legs, and blood slowly trickled from a mess of cuts on my thighs.
I felt fantastic.
That orgasm was the best I’d had in years.
I debated cleaning up, trying to pretend like nothing happened. I decided against it. Even if I’d had a way to hide the cuts, Iwantedthem to see what listening to them had done to me.
Litha, Zafett, and Revik were the best people I’d ever met. They treated me better than anyone ever had, and had—day by day, action by action—healed a lot of the wounds my ex and life had left on my heart.
They’d been right to put a hold on things before. The time had allowed me to breathe and start the path towards recovery.
But I was ready now. The next time they fucked, I was going to be there in more than spirit. I was going to find out what their fur hid from me and unleash all this pent upwantthat was driving me insane.
I pushed up into a more flattering pose, pulling my top off and setting it aside. My gaze—beneath lowered lashes—was fixed on the doorway as I listened for footsteps and delicately licked my knife clean.
They ought to know up front that I was a freak.
Chapter 26