“Are you okay?” Zephyr asks.
“So good,” I groan, my cheek resting against his.
Annex’s tail is coarser than normal skin, but somehow it feels incredible as it works my swollen nub. “Gods, your angel is lazy, but don’t worry. We’ll teach him how to be more of an active participant.” Something warm circles my nipple, and it takes way too long to realize that it’s Annex’s tongue. Even that is a passing thought as he fucks deeper into me on every stroke.
It’s more than I would have ever guessed I could handle, but having both their scents so close settles my system on a foundational level.
“You’re doing so well. Such a good girl,” Zephyr murmurs, keeping his voice low and soothing.
“You mean dirty girl,” Annex taunts, pulling his tongue from my tit. “A naughty little vixen, swallowing up every inch of both our cocks.”
They are complete opposites, but they complete my soul in different ways. And if I could speak, I would tell them that. I’d also spend a while praising their efforts. I’m a useless mess, but they’re amazing.
Time gets hazy.
Meaningless.
It could be minutes, hours, or days when my pussy locks down violently on both their shafts.
“Damn, baby doll. I’m done for,” Annex groans.
“Me too,” Zeph growls.
I don’t even know when my face fell to his throat, but my tongue teases out, licking over his skin. He tastes salty, and something deep inside me reminds me I need to bite him to complete the circuit.
Wiggling my face deeper into his neck, I strike as my orgasm ravishes my body.
Their shafts swell to painful proportions, but my monster is satisfied to know she claimed both her mates.
I’m not sure when we left Rut and returned home, but I love being wrapped up in them as I sleep. Every time I wake, my body burns, and rational thought is difficult. Luckily, neither of my mates seems to judge me when I beg for dick.
More time passes, but I couldn’t begin to guess how much. In one particularly clear moment, I ask Annex to find my phone and call Lisette. I also instruct him to explain the situation and beg her not to fire me.
I called her when I left work early, but I can’t remember much of the conversation, so I have no idea if I warned her I might needdaysoff.
Before I know it, I’m hot and needy again, so I have no way to be sure Annex actually follows through with making the call, but I trust him.
With how hazy time is, I have no clue how long Zephyr has been pestering me, but it feels like he’s constantly trying to force me to drink water.
“You can’t allow yourself to become dehydrated,” he murmurs, tipping the bottle to my lips. “I’m already concerned enough that you haven’t eaten in three days. Gods, Hazel. You’re going to waste away to nothing.”
It’s a good thing I can’t choke to death as he mercilessly pours the water into my mouth because I hack like crazy.
“Three days?” I gasp, shoving his hand away.
“Exactly. Now you see why I’m so serious about ensuring you stay hydrated,” Zephyr says, nodding.
Okay.
He mansplainseverythingand takeseverythingat face value. Basically, he’s clueless, but I like that about him.
It’s cute.
And he’s kinda working without key details, such as, I wouldn’t starve if I never touched human food again. Nor would I die of dehydration.
Which brings back the terrible reminder that I still have to have a really unfortunate conversation with him once my heat is finished.
I just need to be clear and coherent when I do it. Guilt sits heavy in my stomach, and I fight the overwhelming urge to blurt out the words.
