Chapter 34 Aniyah
ANIYAH
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ike I’d just unclipped the leash, he smiled up at me, all devilish desire, something dangerous curling the edge of his lips.
The air thickened. Breaths quickened. Fabric rustled, but I couldn’t tear my gaze from those red irises. They were a beacon, calling me to fall in, and a warning that things were about to get hot, fast, so I needed to brace myself.
His lips brushed the inside of my thigh, soft as a cloud, before his teeth sank in. I cried out at the sting, my nerves lighting up like a fuse.
His fingers carved a path between my legs, no hesitation, just hunger.
One dragged over my clit in a slick swipe before two plunged into my cunt.
A guttural moan rumbled from his chest, the vibration humming against my thigh, making my core pulse hotter and wetter. Beneath me, tension coiled in his body.
He looked up at me while he pumped his fingers, watching every flicker of my pleasure, testing my limits. How far. How fast. What angle. He was learning me with every stroke, and he learned fast.
“Alic, take off her dress,” directed that posh, controlling voice from the shadows, smooth and commanding. Lucus.
My green giant moved toward me, unable to tear his eyes away. “You’re so beautiful, Aniyah.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear just as Ras’ tongue flicked my clit, dragging a cry from my throat.
Alic grabbed my chin, tilting my head until my eyes locked with his, then he kissed me, hard. Desperate. Like he needed every part of me at once. His tongue dueled with mine before melting into something tender. Sweet. That was new.
“When you cry out, the sound could make the heavens take notice.” He slowly pulled the fabric up my thighs, drawing it over my head. I clung to him, biting his lip as if I could anchor myself there. Ras peeked out from below, wickedly amused.
“Big guy, lift her, then put her on her knees.”
Alic paused, checking my face. I gave him a shrug. Why not? He handled my dress with care, like it mattered, gently folding it and placing it on a nearby chair.
“Thank you. I like that one,” I murmured. I usually didn't care if someone ripped off my clothes since they could always be replaced, but that dress… it now meant something to me.
His golden eyes flared. “I do too. But this…” He cupped my breast, his thumb dragging across my nipple, and I arched into the touch with a sigh. “This is the masterpiece. This body, strong and soft, sensual and lethal. Covered in blood or sweat, it sets my blood on fire.”
He bent down, lips enclosing my nipple, sucking with reverence.
His other hand lifted to the second, fingers rough and warm.
I carded my fingers through his hair, dragging my nails across his scalp until he moaned around me.
The sound skittered across my skin like a spark, and I arched back, giving him more.
This was different from before—not ravenous, not wild, but slow, intense. Every flick of his tongue was a prayer. A plea. A promise.
I felt it through the bond. He was trying to show me something—not lust, but love. A vow made through touch instead of words.
“You have nothing to prove,” I whispered against his lips, giving him a gentle kiss. “I’ll take your sweetness. I’ll take your roughness. I’ll survive anything you throw at me because you were made for me, and I for you.”
Then I kissed him, claiming his mouth with my vow. His arms wrapped around me, trembling as he held on. Our tongues collided, his need pulling more from me, and I gave in to it all.
I didn’t realize he’d eased me down until my knees hit the floor and a set of long, lean fingers slid up my thighs.
I gasped at the touch, and Alic drank it down like honeyed wine. His hands gripped my ass, bruising and possessive, before pulling me open, and Ras’ tongue dragged a long, wet stroke from clit to cunt.
My cry was swallowed by Alic’s mouth, taking and taking, not letting me breath, not letting me have a moment to wrap my mind around it all.
When I tried to pull back, he let go of my ass.
It only took one of his hands to circle both my wrists behind my back, then he yanked down, forcing me to arch up, to give away control.
Thoughts of what I should do and how I should do it weren't able to form. For now, the only choice left was to give in.
Ras took his time. That wicked tongue licked and flicked, teasing every inch of me, while Alic’s dominance grew from above.
His teeth bit into my lip. I whimpered, enjoying that splash of copper I tasted far too much.
One of his hands rose, fingers gliding up my torso with slow, brutal precision, leaving heat in their wake until they curled around my throat.
My lips parted. My eyes fluttered. My whole body was going haywire.
Lucus’ unshakeable voice cut through the haze. “Go faster, Ras. Work her until she’s breathless.”
I turned slightly and saw him standing there. Clothes pristine, cock straining behind his slacks, but otherwise perfectly composed. Those silver slits became calculating, waiting for the right moment. I didn’t know if I should be afraid or turned on.
Ras obeyed, tongue flicking out with fervor, drawing figure eights before circling my entrance. The wet sounds he was making drove me wild, and my hips moved of their own accord, grinding into his mouth, wanting to hear more.
“Now squeeze, Alic. Slowly.” Lucus’ smile grew tight.
Alic growled defiantly, but he obeyed. His fingers curled, forcing me to turn and look at him. His eyes burned with jealousy. “You might be theirs,” he said, forehead to mine, “but you’re also mine.”
His grip tightened, cutting off my air just as his fingers dropped to my clit, rubbing slow, punishing circles.
I opened my mouth to scream, but the sound was swallowed by his air-stealing kiss. Ras’ tongue drove into me as Alic’s fingers switched from circles to slaps, and my body gave in, limp and trembling in their arms.
Lucus appeared behind Alic, his grin dark and gleaming. “You look so good, messy like that, mate. Unable to speak, think, or act, taking it all in while your body craves more.”
His words sent my pulse racing, stoking the spark of defiance in my chest. A thrilling heat coiled through me, building, but I stood my ground, unyielding beneath the pull of my three mates.
Alic’s grip eased, and I sucked in air like it was salvation. My thighs quaked. His lips crashed into mine again, bruising and intense, and my hand slid down between us to grab his cock. Thick. Hard. Throbbing.
His eyes went wide, and I took advantage of that precious moment, shoving him back. He caught himself on the floor, stunned, as I unzipped his pants and freed him.
“Aniyah… you don’t—”
His protest died as I wrapped my lips around his cock, sinking down over that velvety green heat. His breath punched out of him.
“Shit,” someone muttered nearby, Maso, maybe, but I was too focused. Ras flattened his tongue against me, licking long and deep as he fucked me with his fingers.
I moaned around Alic’s cock, taking him deeper, jaw straining, eyes stinging. I bobbed, slow at first, then faster. His broken groans were music. A song of surrender.
I popped off his cock, hung my head, and shuddered as Ras added a third finger. My cunt clenched, distracted by the stretch and pressure.
That was when I saw Ras’ cock. Standing at full attention, it strained and pulsed with need. My mouth watered.
Holding Alic’s gaze, I grabbed Ras’ dick, letting a strand of spit fall onto that swollen tip, then ran my hand down his length. He jerked beneath me with a moan I could feel all the way down to my toes.
Alic’s sunshine eyes burned brighter, watching me lick up the length of Ras’ cock, slow and deliberate. I teased the head before sucking it between my lips and letting it poke out my cheek, then swallowed it whole—all while never taking my eyes off Alic.
Ras trembled beneath me, but his face dug into my cunt, feasting on me like he never had before. I finally broke the staring contest with Alic when my eyes rolled back.
A snarl tore through the room. Arms yanked me off Ras and slammed me flat on the bed.
Maso’s mouth crashed down on mine, wild and claiming, his nails sharpening into claws as they scored down my arms. Everything was fast, brutal, and consuming, like he was racing to catch up before the others could steal me away.
I had to take a breath just to keep up, but once I did, I hooked my legs around his waist and arched up into him.
His claws shredded through the sheets as he thrust forward, those wolf eyes locked on mine, burning with wild devotion and ravenous hunger, like a beast who’d hunted me for years and finally had his prey. I couldn't help but smile.
“Hey there, mate.”
For a second, his eyes softened. Affection, gratitude, and adoration flickered across his face before the wolf reclaimed him, then he drove into me in one ruthless thrust.
My head fell back as my cry caught in my throat. After all that teasing, the feeling of finally being filled was like water after a drought, but that moment of relief vanished.
Before I could exhale, my legs were pinned beside my head. As he pounded into me from above, I silently thanked every god possible for my flexibility.
“Mate. Mate. Mine. Ours.”
The clipped words came out low and raspy, sneaking between the slap of our bodies. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. Could barely breathe. All I could do was grip the sheets and feel every relentless thrust, every shred of his need carving into me.
That rising heat in my belly turned heavy, becoming an ache that begged for release.
Ras, my obsessive demon, slithered up beside my head, ignoring Maso’s warning growl. His lips brushed my earlobe, his voice a velvet blade.
“Are you close, my star? Is your body hot and aching, desperate to come?”
I whimpered and nodded as Maso’s cock dragged across my clenching walls with punishing precision.