Sense reasserted itself for a moment as my human assumed control, reminding me I hadn’t taken my contraceptive herbs.
“Wait. Can you get me water, please?” I scrambled for my bag, digging through my belongings, hunting for the spell created to avoid any unwanted pregnancy.
Shit. On our arrival, I’d been too dazzled and excited at the hotel suite, wooed by gifts from my mates, that I’d forgotten to take the herbs before dinner.
Castor left the huddle to get me a glass. “Here, Sorceress.”
“Thanks, Daddy.” I poured the ingredients into it and mixed it around with a swirl of my finger. “This won’t be too late, will it?”
Slade grunted in satisfaction, glad he got in before I took my contraceptives. “My pup’s in there, sugar.”
Asshole knew I didn’t want more kids yet.
“Shouldn’t be.” Castor stroked my face, more man than shifter in this brief moment.
When I drank the glass’ contents, he smirked and collected the tumbler, handing it to Slade, owning him for once. The president glanced down at the glass as if Castor handed him a dead animal. I giggled and rolled over. Such a king.
Daddy reached over to grab a towel Alaric set down for me, drying sweat from my flesh. “I’ll give you another minute to catch your breath. Then I’m giving you all of my shifter, Sorceress.”
My pussy clenched and the afterglow of what Slade did brightened. Lost for words, I nodded.
Castor’s vicious snarl told me it was time, and I sank into the depths of my shifter, letting her assume control. Slade shot one back and they had a little standoff, and for a moment, I thought they might engage. My shifter preened at the aggression and threats, knowing they all wanted me and were willing to fight each other thrilling me.
Alaric got in between them again, shoving at their chests. “Get on with it so we can all relieve our angel.”
My heart swelled to twice its size at my hawk for intervening and getting things back on track.
Never admitting defeat, Slade lingered at the side of the bed. The air thickened with their dominance, and I could tell there would be more contests for my body ahead.
Daddy growled but didn’t let it put him off as he ran a palm along my spine. “Hold on, Sorceress, this is gonna be a wild ride.” His feral voice went straight to my pussy and burst into flames.
Normally Castor worked me up into a frenzy, teasing me, rubbing his length against my pussy, torturing me with the wait. With him, I learned to trust and surrender, letting him dominate the play. Today there was no foreplay, just all beast. Slade’s cum acted as Daddy’s lubricant as he slammed into me, owning my damn body. The sound of his body driving into mine was like mating fucking season in the safari. Delighted, my shifters all made noises in my head, the cacophony deafening.
Daddy lifted me from the bed, holding me up by the hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, sure to leave red marks as Slade did. Few kisses were exchanged, mainly bites and drags of Daddy’s nails along my blazing flesh. All of it served to throw me deeper into the fire.
“Daddy!” I screamed as the shockwave of my first orgasm hit.
“That’s it, Sorceress. Scream for me.” His hand clasped my neck, strong enough to assert his dominance but not enough pressure to hurt. “Show Slade who gives it to you better.”
“Asshole,” Slade growled, lunging forward, making Castor chuckle darkly, and my pussy dribble.
I was too consumed by my shifter haze to care about their petty games. My hips rocked back and forth to meet every hard thrust from Daddy until his hips stuttered and he released his hot seed deep into me, earning a strangled cry of his name.
Heaven. That was all I felt. Cooler all over. The itch prickling my skin gone. Heaviness of my breasts absent. Soon my other two mates would alleviate all the other symptoms.
Castor’s hot hands released me, replaced by another, flipping me onto my stomach, pinning me by my neck and hip in a clear show of dominance.
Fuck, it was on now. No going back. Rutting seasons in full swing!
“Fuck, angel, I’ve never felt anything as sweet and hot as you.” Alaric speared me with his length, hitting the right spot, the nerves in my g-spot exploding stars in my body and my vision.
I screamed, barely over what Castor did to me.
My hawk never treated me so roughly before. His regular tempo was slow, romantic, and gentle, designed for maximum pleasure. Tonight, he unleashed his beast, and the contrast shocked and surprised me. His relentless pace made me tip over three times, gripping the sheets as I went out of my mind. By the time he finished, I needed a damn moment before moving onto Zethan.
Alaric understood, stroking my sweaty back, keeping guard over me, and protecting me from the others. “I lost control. Did I hurt you, angel?”
“No, my hawk,” I panted, leaning on my elbow, forehead resting on my forearms, floating in my post-orgasmic haze.
