37. Company

Emmalyn whimpered softly as she felt two of her mates withdraw from her. She was still in the euphoric high of her release and that of her mates. Suddenly, Mikael pulled her attention as his hands moved over her body. Her hips rolled against him to grind her clit against him as she moved. She turned her head and captured one of his fingers with her lips. Emmalyn started sucking on his finger to mimic the same actions she had just been doing to Caleb. She moaned deeply as he issued his command, telling her she would have to beg. She wanted to beg, but it was for more. Already her body was recovering from being invaded and was hungry for more attention.

Ghor grit his teeth to hold back his growl of hate and lust when the lot of them came. He inhaled the pungent scent of Emmalyn’s release and hammered his throbbing dick into the breeder in long, sharp jabs. He abruptly withdrew from her to fist his hand into her hair and guided her to the pillowed backless bench nearby. His hand patted her cheek in silent order for her to open up and plunged his veined length into her mouth as soon as she obeyed. He slid right into her throat, rubbing his balls against her nose, and held himself cruelly there, refusing to back away until she demanded it.

Adovah opened her eyes wide in surprise as he pushed her to the bench and rolled her over. As soon as he patted her cheek, her mouth opened, accepting his shaft gratefully. She could smell her own arousal on his cock as he slammed it all the way into her throat. She had long ago lost that reflex to gag and instead had learned to use her throat muscles to massage a man’s cock as he pressed there. As she lay there, unable to breathe, she was making the swallowing motions needed to have her throat muscles rub against him, enticing him to fuck her mouth.

Though he was a rough, demanding lover, he was not selfish. While he kept his fist in her hair, his other hand rubbed over her body. She was a lovely thing, full-figured, toned with muscle from sex. Her breasts were large and perfect, her pussy shaved clean. Had she held the same scent as the human, he would have bitten her now that Mikael broke the rules. He pinched her nipples before he gently jiggled her breasts, then massaged them almost tenderly to work away the pain. As he withdrew from her throat to give her air, his hand continued along to pet her soft belly and stroking the curve of her waist before darting between her legs.

The same moment he started fucking her throat, he sank two fingers into her pussy. He thrust them roughly to gather her juices, then slid them out to rub over her clit; smacking at that little button a few times then jammed his fingers into her again, this time adding a third finger.

As his fingers entered her, she used her muscles to grab him, pull him in deeper. Her tongue serviced him as he dashed in and out of her mouth. One hand gripped his balls, tugging on them. Already she was starting to cum and after a few more thrusts of his fingers, she coated them with her slick honey, her walls tightening around those fingers.

The wild scent of the breeder cumming had Farrel’s head lifting in an instant. He glanced around, senses still dull from his release, and blinked when he saw the other elders and Adovah. Adovah was a lovely woman. Attractive, sexy, and good at what she did, but Farrel never felt a pull towards her. He didn’t mind her presence here. She had duty, after all. But he didn’t like the dark look Ghor sent towards Emmalyn.

The Alpha’s eyes narrowed as he nudged Caleb hard on the side. He sat up fast and glanced around, blinking owlishly since he was dozing lightly. His eyebrows lifted when his eyes fell on the beautiful Adovah cumming nearly hard enough to land her juices on him. It was quite a sight to see, but he still noticed the hungry glares Ghor sent towards their mate.

Mikael’s mind was too focused on Emmalyn to notice the other males’ distraction. He knew there were others around. He sensed his brother. But didn’t rightly care what they were doing there. With one hand at Emmalyn’s hip, he leaned back on his other hand, planting his feet for leverage. He leaned backward, rapidly pounding up into her swollen sex. The wet slapping sounds of his hips and balls against her bottom overpowered the muffled screams of Ghor’s breeder.

Ghor’s attention went fully to Adovah as the breeder came. He growled in approval, rapidly fingering her tight sex until she burst. He pulled his hand away, quickly rubbing his wet fingers along her throbbing clit. When she tried closing her legs, he forced them apart to let her squirt her ejaculation with all the visually dramatic intensity of her orgasm.

Adovah was an amazing woman, and the elder felt oddly proud of her for reacting to him so powerfully. Had he known her thoughts were on others... well, she was lucky he could not read her thoughts at that moment. In her mind, she was cumming on Caleb’s cock; it being buried deep inside her with his powerful thrusts. She was glad her mouth was full though, so she didn’t call out the wrong names as the elder continued to plunge into her throat. Though her body wanted to close her thighs, she was happy to let Ghor display her release as a sign of his sexual prowess.

He slapped her streaming pussy and murmured quietly to her, “That’s a good bitch.” He slowly pulled from her mouth. The glistening wet head hovered there before her lips, just out of reach.

His attention drifted to Emmalyn when he heard their pace increase. He felt the challenge roll through his blood. They wouldn’t outdo Ghor. Not even his brother and the magical little human. Growling softly, he slid his fingers from Adovah’s hair and shifted them both to draw her further onto the bench so her back was more supported. Moving to the end of the bench, he grabbed her thighs, lifted her lower body into the air, and rammed into her quivering pussy. Half-crouched and pumped full of lust-filled adrenaline, he bucked his hips in hasty thrusts; back arched and head thrown back. Adovah heard his growl and wasn’t sure what it was directed at. She moved easily where he positioned her, and she cried out as he speared her quickly to bury himself to the hilt in one thrust. She used her abs to hold her hips up and roll them against him as he hammered into her repeatedly like he was trying to drive her into the bench.

Emmalyn’s senses were too overpowered to notice Farrel and Caleb’s distraction. Mikael’s continued state of arousal was overpowering every other emotion they were sharing with her. She focused everything on the elder in front of her. She was trying so hard to stay alert to everything for him, but the effects of being so sick and not eating for a few days were taking their toll on her. Emmalyn wasn’t able to keep up with the pace Mikael set and ended up letting him lift her on his own. She moaned and enjoyed everything he was doing to her, his name whispered out on her lips.

It was Farrel that alerted Mikael to Ghor at the same time Emmalyn’s exhaustion washed through all of them. Carefully slipping his arms around his mate, he climbed from the bath with the Alpha and Beta in their wake to block Emmalyn’s view of the others. He carried her inside the communal hut and upstairs to his loft. The other two dried and dressed before they hurried off to refill her mug of broth and water skin while Mikael laid her back on the bed and covered her with his body to continue rocking his hips against her.