Epilogue #3
She took me deep in one smooth motion, her throat relaxing around my length like she'd been practicing for this exact moment. Her hand wrapped around the base, twisting on each stroke, and her eyes—those pretty hazel eyes—locked onto mine with pure challenge.
Beat that, her gaze said.
Puppy growled.
Actually growled.
He nudged her aside, replacing her mouth with his own, and the difference was immediate. Where Kitty was smooth and controlled, Puppy was hungry and desperate. He gagged himself on my cock, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, drool spilling down his chin.
Messy.
Obscene.
Perfect.
"Fuck." My hips bucked. "That's it, Puppy. Choke on it."
Kitty wasn't about to lose. She ducked lower, her tongue finding my balls, sucking one into her mouth while Puppy worked my shaft. The dual sensation made my vision blur.
“Oh, Kitty. Yes.”
Two mouths.
Two tongues.
Two beautiful creatures fighting over who could make my cock explode.
I was the luckiest bastard alive.
They switched again. Kitty took me deep while Puppy licked along the base, their tongues meeting around my cock, sliding against each other in a kiss that happened to include my flesh.
I watched their lips brush, watched them moan into each other's mouths, watched spit stretch between them in glistening threads.
"Enough." My voice came out like gravel. "I need to be inside someone. Now."
They both looked up, panting, lips swollen and slick.
"Who wins?" Kitty breathed.
I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her up my body. "You both do."
She gasped as I positioned her over my cock, her thighs straddling my hips. I could feel how wet she was—soaked, dripping, her arousal coating my tip before I even pushed inside.
"Been waiting for this," she whispered.
"Then take it."
“Oh, Master.” She sank down.
Inch by inch.
Her pussy stretched around me, hot and tight and so fucking wet I groaned. She threw her head back, strawberry blonde hair cascading down her spine, and started to ride.
Not slow.
Not teasing.
Hard and fast, like she had something to prove.
"Yes, Kitty." I gripped her hips, helping her bounce. "Ride my cock. Show Puppy how it's done."
She did.
God, she did.
Her tits bounced with each stroke. Her nails dug into my chest. Her moans filled the room—high and breathy and desperate.
But I hadn't forgotten my Puppy.
"Come here." I beckoned him closer. "Let me taste you while she rides me."
His eyes widened, then darkened with lust. He crawled up the bed, positioning himself beside my head, his hard cock bobbing inches from my face.
I opened my mouth.
He fed himself to me.
The taste of him—clean and familiar—flooded my senses. I sucked him the way he'd sucked me, letting him fuck my mouth while Kitty fucked my cock.
Overwhelmed.
Overstimulated.
Exactly where I wanted to be.
Puppy's hand found Kitty's breast, squeezing, pinching her nipple until she cried out. She returned the favor, reaching back to cup his balls while she bounced on my shaft.
We moved together like that—a tangle of limbs and mouths and pleasure—until I felt Kitty's pussy start to flutter around me.
"Close," she gasped. "Master, I'm so close—"
I released Puppy's cock and gripped her hips harder, slamming her down onto me. "Then cum on my cock like a good little Kitty."
She shattered.
Her whole body seized, her back arching, her pussy clenching around me so tight I saw stars. She screamed—actually screamed—my name echoing off the walls as the orgasm ripped through her. “HIRO!!!”
Beautiful.
I let her ride it out, let her collapse against my chest, panting and trembling.
But I wasn't done.
"Your turn, Puppy."
I rolled us, depositing Kitty gently on the mattress before turning my attention to him. He was on his back in seconds, legs spread, eyes wide with anticipation.
"Please, Master." His voice cracked. "Please fuck me."
"Since you asked so nicely."
I grabbed the lube from the nightstand—always within reach, always ready—and slicked my cock. He was already loose from earlier in the week, already prepared for me, and when I pushed inside, he took me like he was made for it.
Tight.
Hot.
His body gripping me like a fist.
"Yes," he moaned. "Yes, Master, fuck me, use me, please—"
I gave him what he wanted.
Hard thrusts that made the headboard slam against the wall. Deep strokes that hit that spot inside him and made him writhe. My hand found his cock—hard and leaking against his stomach—and I stroked him in time with my thrusts.
Kitty recovered enough to crawl over, capturing Puppy's mouth in a kiss while I fucked him. She swallowed his moans, her hand joining mine on his cock, both of us working him toward the edge.
"Cum for me, Puppy." I slammed into him harder. "Cum while I'm inside you."
He lasted three more strokes.
Then he was coming, his ass clenching around me, his cock pulsing in our joined hands, his cry muffled by Kitty's mouth. Ropes of white painted his stomach, his chest, and still I kept fucking him through it.
"Good boy," I growled. "Such a good little Puppy."
His orgasm triggered my own.
I buried myself deep and let go—finally, finally let go—the release crashing through me like a wave. I came inside him, my cock throbbing, my vision whiting out, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
When it was over, I collapsed beside them.
Panting.
Spent.
Satisfied in a way that only good sex could provide.
For long minutes, none of us moved.
We lay tangled together—Kitty's head on my chest, Puppy curled against my side, both of them boneless and sated.
I stared at the ceiling and let myself feel. . .good.
Just good.
No guilt.
No grief.
No shadows creeping at the edges.
Just the warm weight of two people who wanted me, the pleasant ache in my muscles, the quiet satisfaction of a body well-used and well-pleasured.
This was enough.
For tonight, this was enough.
Kitty pressed a sleepy kiss to my chest. "That was. . ."
"Mmm," Puppy agreed, too blissed-out for words.
I smiled.
A real smile.
The kind I hadn't felt on my face in weeks.
They drifted off first—Kitty's breathing evening out, Puppy's hand going slack on my thigh. I held them both, these beautiful people who had given me exactly what I needed, and let myself float in the afterglow.
But eventually, the quiet got too loud.
And in that silence, Nura's face swam up from the depths.
Her smile.
The way she'd laughed at my terrible jokes.
The way she'd looked at me like I was just a man.
The ache returned—softer now, muted by pleasure, but still there.
Still waiting.
I wish we had forever, Nura. Losing you was so cruel. . .Will I ever stop thinking about you?
I closed my eyes and let sadness wash over me.
But at least this time. . .grief wasn't the only thing waiting in the dark.
Tonight. . .there was this new emotion too.
Hope.
Fragile and unfamiliar, but real.
Because watching Kenji with Nyomi had shown me something I'd never let myself believe before: that men like us could be loved.
That monsters could find their match. That somewhere out there, someone existed who could look at all my sharp edges and bloody hands and think yes, this one, I want this one.
Nura had been the first glimpse.
The first proof that my heart still worked.
She was gone now—unjustly taken too soon, stolen by the same violence that had shaped my entire life.
And I would carry that loss forever.
But she'd given me something precious before she died.
She'd shown me what it felt like to want someone with my whole chest.
To ache for a bite.
And now that I knew what that felt like, I couldn't go back to empty arrangements and hollow pleasure. Couldn't pretend that Kitty and Puppy—beautiful and willing as they were—could fill the space Nura had carved open inside me.
I needed more.
I deserved more.
Somewhere out there, she was waiting.
My person.
My someone.
The woman who would make my teeth ache and my heart race and my whole world narrow down to a single, desperate need: mine.
I didn't know her name yet.
Didn't know her face.
Didn't know if she'd be soft or sharp, sweet or savage.
But I knew one thing with absolute certainty:
When I found her, I would claim her.
Mark her.
Make her bleed the way Kenji made Nyomi bleed.
And she would do the same to me.
Kitty shifted against my chest, murmuring something in her sleep.
I pressed a kiss to her hair—gentle, grateful, slowly prepping her for the eventual goodbye.
Then, I landed a kiss on Puppy’s cheek as he slept.
Soon, I would have to let them go. Both of them. It would be kind to do it cleanly, to set them free to find someone who could give them what they deserved.
But that was a problem for another day.
Tonight, I would rest.
Tonight, I would let myself be held.
And tomorrow. . .
Soon.
Tomorrow, the hunt for the Fox would begin.
I closed my eyes, and for the second time that night, sleep came easily.
No dreams this time.
Just darkness.
Just rest.
Just the quiet certainty that everything was about to change.
The Fox had taken so much from us.
Our mothers.
Our peace.
Nura.
But he hadn't taken everything.
He hadn't taken Kenji's Tiger.
He hadn't taken my hope.
And when we finally cornered him—when we finally made him pay for every drop of blood he'd spilled—I would be the one to deliver the killing blow.
For Nura.
For my brother.
For his Tiger.
For my family.
For the man I was becoming.
The man who would one day find his person and bite.
Watch out, Fox. The hunt is coming. And I am hungry for your fucking blood.