When a deep voice joined Khri’s across the room, my eyes popped open. Pure disappointment, sharp and tangy, churning my gut, filled me to find one of his daddies standing there with him just inside the armory. The thin shift like gown I wore to bed in favor of sleeping in the buff covered enough of me I wasn’t embarrassed to be caught in it.
Squinting, sitting up slightly, it was seeing almost all of his daddies, Mosoau, Griever, Heckes, and several of his siblings, the warrior ‘tude dude ones, gathered around our kitchen table, munching on the giant bowl of berries I’d collected the other day, snacking on them, that had me gaping in dismay. I’d been passed the hell out. I could have totally been nasally whistling, squeaked one out the back as I drifted in the Sandman’s dunes. What if I had and they’d all heard me?! What if I said something super weird in my sleep? Gah. With a squeak of a noise, I jerked the pelts over my head.
They must be getting ready for their trip. It was tomorrow, after all. Could they not get that readiness going elsewhere, at least long enough for me to get dressed for the day? A little warning, mate husband guy, huh?
“She wakes,” Zhuii, as much Rosa’s mate as he was an honorary part of Dorothy’s brood, teased.
“Oh,” I huffed, slipping a finger free from my pelt blanket hidey hole to point warningly in his direction. A round of chuckles, my mate’s joining them, rent the air. It wasn’t the ones echoing around me that gave me pause, though; it was the one directly beside me, a body shifting next to me, not a balled up pelt I was using to pretend it was... “Bauheg?”
“Boog,” that deep, familiar voice rumbled. I jumped at the sound of it, making him chuckle as I began shuffling pelts and wriggling closer, until I found warmth, fur, and a certain semi, kinda one-eyed, if only one temporarily, beastie’s grinning face. “Mally,” he breathed at the shocked but elated look on my sputtering mug. “Mally mine.” Cupping my face, he scooted closer, shifting the blanket separating us away until it was just us, pressed close, nothing between us, and his lips found mine. My hands slid over the thick fingers cupping my face, curling around them, and I fully reciprocated. “MINE,” he garbled out gutturally, making me grin against his mouth.
“Am I yours, Booger?” I teased, a hint of mirth filling me.
“YES,” he said with the same no doubts about it half snarl of a growl he’d claimed I was his.
“Yours,” I confirmed between pecks against his rumbling lips.
The purr that vibrated his chest had more than a few chuckling, a healthy reminder we were not in fact alone.
Khri said something in beast speak, something with Boog’s name mixed in there. His tone implied it was a question.
“What’s he saying?” I asked Boog with a poke.
When the male just gave me a patently false innocent look, I let out a little huff that had Zhuii barking out a laugh and saying something in beast speak that had the whole lot rolling with boisterous beastman laughter.
My face pinkened, slowly flushing hard enough my cheeks burned. “You’re all making fun of me,” I muttered, frowning.
Lifting up a little, thick finger tracing my heated skin, Boog whispered just as quietly. “All the good things ‘bout Boog’s Pumpkin.”
When I didn’t protest his rather sweet use of the same nickname my father’d favored for his little orange headed kiddo, my hand lifted, settling between two thick pecs to sift my fingers through the thick mat of fur there. Watching my hand as it petted him and a wild purr began to rattle so loudly it made my fingertips tingle, I stole a peek at him to find him gazing down at me with the softest look in those glowing amber-y eyes. “What?”
“No thing.” Leaning in, he nuzzled the top of my head. “Pumpkin’s Boog just has the happies.”
“Awwwww,” one of Khri’s annoying siblings or possibly random uncles I’d met on occasion, called out, there were too many surprise guests crowding our dining area, coming in and out with supplies as they gathered things, to properly tell, to Khri’s snorting laughter and a sharp rebuke from one of their fathers not to tease about the “loves”.
It was my turn to, “Awww,” out loud, stealing a peek to see it was Mosoau, the one Khri physically favored the most after Griever, waving a finger at his own veritable clone, a tall Lo denaii with the same build, coloring, long nose with slightly hooked nostrils, and sparking blue grey eyes. I’d say he was almost his twin.
“Celuk tease.” The male held his hands up but his grin was unrepentant. Uncle Celuk. Yes, that was ringing a bell.
Disappearing back inside the blankets, I found Boog watching me. The smile on his face had my lips tipping up in return. “It’s too crowded out there. Let’s just stay in here.”
Amber eyes swirled. His lips twitched, face bunching as he pretended to think about it. With a soft rumble, he asked, “How long my Pumpkin think? How long we stay?”
“A year, at least,” I replied with the same mock serious, thoughtful tone.
“Yes,” he agreed, adding, “no first mates ‘llowed.”
“For letting everyone in, crashing in on my much needed beauty rest? My, what an excellent plan, second mate husband!” I called out too loud.
The room grew quiet as a low growl issued and built. “Khri ‘llowed.”
“Is he?” I asked Boog, as if looking to him for answers.
“Khri ‘llowed,” my first mate repeated more vehemently, with a shake of my second mate’s head that shifted the pelts covering us. My dark-eyed male’s voice was closer. “Boog tell,” Khri told his fellow mate husband.
“Boog no know. Me thinks ‘bout it,” Bauheg told to me thoughtfully, as if Khri hadn’t spoken at all.
“We go,” Griever called out on a laugh. “Griever gets the messages. Loud. Clear, as Rothy say.”
“Come, we go,” Heckes called above the din, his gruff voice rougher than all the others. “They say the byed byes to Khri boy.”
The second the door closed, I heard Khri lock it. “Khri ‘llowed,” Khri muttered, stomping loudly to the bed. Huffing and chuffing the entire way under his breath, he whipped the pelts covering us back, Boog’s mating pelt notably among the stack, to glare down at us. Glancing at each other, my second mate and I looked to Khri.
The deep groove lines furrowing my warrior mate’s brow lightened at the silly looks on our teasing mugs. His scowl eased and his lips twitched. Trying to bluff, he furrowed his brow again, smoothing his hand along his mouth to try and keep it from ticking up into a smile.
“I think maybe we should think about letting him in,” I mock whispered to Boog.
Boog tilted his head, eyeing Khri. “Maybe...”
Turning to look at Boog, I gave him sad puppy dog eyes. “But he looks so cute when he’s pretending to be mad.”
With a laugh and a huff, Khri threw the blankets back and threw himself over us. “Tease Khri,” he huffed out as he came crashing down, making sure Boog had enough time to throw himself over me so he took the majority of his weight. “Khri show mates.”
Boog let out a groan like he was dying as I cackled, safe at the bottom of the pile.
Glancing at the thick legs too close to my head, I ran my hand teasingly up a thick calf.
“Hold him while I tickle him, and then I say you help me wrestle him into submission so I can send him off walking funny. What say you, my boog man?”
Khri let out a startled yelp as Boog’s hand clamped down on Khri’s upper back, pinning him over us, and my fingers began to tickle walk up the back of my first mate’s furry legs. Khri wouldn’t outright kick and risk getting me and we all knew it. “No! No-no, Mally- Ack!”
A cackle worthy of a pumpkin haired witch left me, Boog’s deep, happy rumble followed. “I’m sorry what? I can’t hear you over all that caterwauling, handsome! You’ll have to speak louder.”
“Unkel! Unkel!” Khri began to bark as he squirmed but we followed. The male couldn’t escape us.
Boog paused, glancing at the door, looking startled. Pressed up against me, I cou
ld feel it when his heart started to pound. Turning, Khri forgotten, he leaned in, pinning me down, to start sniffing at my nape. A grunt left him and he frowned, slowly lifting up. “What my Pumpkin do, Boog wait for Mally to miss her mate?” he barked, a low growl warring with the purr it seemed he couldn’t help, pressed up to me like this with that wild Yeti kabob digging into my soft flesh.
“Huh?” I was a little slow today.
“Who Unkel?!” he demanded.
Khri, rolling off the foot of the bed to stand, burst out laughing. Grinning, he came around the side of the bed, joining Boog as he hovered over me. “Yes, who Unkel, female?” His brow furrowed in a mock stern expression that had me giggling my fool head off.
“Not funny,” Boog grumbled, glancing from Khri’s fake angry expression to my chortling arse.
“Khri say find who Unkel.” With a grunt, he gave a sharp nod.
“Oh?” I chuckled. “And just how are you going to coax the answer out of me, I’d like to know.”
“Like Joanie say,” Boog huffed, then grunted. His eyes narrowed, thick eyebrows drawing low over his sharp eyes. “Ways make talk.”
“You hang out with Joanie way too much,” I got out between guffaws. “I don’t want to play this game if Joanie’s methods are involved. I’m afraid for my own safety.”
Boog grimaced at the mere thought. “No Joanie ideas. Boog’s. Mally safe with Boog.”
“What Boog think?” Khri asked, cocking his head to study his co-husband. “Khri like this make talking.”
“No, you don’t,” I blurted, sobering to stare up at him.
“Mm. Boog say yes,” Boog murmured, scooting us to allow Khri room to climb in beside us.
“It’s pointless. There’s no Unkel. He meant Uncle, as in I give, which he knows...” I trailed off as Khri leaned in, taking one of my hands, entwining our fingers, to lift it over my head and hold it there. His lips found mine, a needy growl leaving him as Boog slid to my side to allow Khri to drop down over me. Grabbing my other hand, Boog began rubbing it along his cheek, nuzzling it, to start peppering teasing bites along my knuckles.
Khri kissed his way lower, nuzzling his way down my body. My back bowed when his mouth closed over a nipple and he suckled it through the thin material of my shift.
“I’ll never talk,” I burst out, squirming to get free to find two sets of wild beastman eyes full of heat boring into me. “You can’t make me,” I whispered, biting at my lip, to twin happy rumbles and heady purrs.
Shifting up higher on the bed, Boog leaned in to take my mouth with his. Khri released my hand to playfully tease and nip, bite his way lower. Boog clasped both of my hands in one of his. Sucking his tongue like I’d like to another part of him, my second mate’s free hand cupped one of my breasts. Clawed fingers raked down my legs teasingly to slide underneath my shift.
“MINE,” Khri snarled, right as Boog did the same.
Khri was right above my mound when Boog allowed me up for air. A soft gasp left me as Khri’s finger began to trace that bud of a pearl and the seam of my pussy.
“We’re supposed to be sending you off with a smile,” I muttered plaintively, though I made no move to stop him. “Doesn’t seem fair.”
Boog smoothed his hand across the frown marring my brow. Khri’s head shot up and he gave me a look. “What Mally think she do now?” the cheeky, tease of a male asked.
“Shouldn’t I be pleasuring you?” I sputtered as Khri’s head lowered and he closed his mouth over my clit. One slow glide of his tongue and my hips began to shift.
“MINE,” he garbled out gutturally, gripping my ass to lift me up, his tongue stabbing into my sex voraciously.
Boog released my hands, allowing me to grab his face and jerk him back to me. My hands slid up behind his ears, gripping the fur right there to hold him in place.
When I was just on the verge of coming, Khri and Boog pulled back. Two raging erections pointing at me, I rolled, presenting Khri with my backside, to slide down the bed as he stood to mount me, to angle myself over the thick stump, waving in the air like it just didn’t care, Boog called his dick.
“Ready, babes?” I asked my males. My hand closed around Boog’s length and I gave it an experimental pump. My tongue followed, then my mouth as I took as much of his generous length as my mouth would allow.
Boog let out a guttural cry and began mumbling my name. It was music to my ears. Then Khri was right behind me, snarling softly. A hand clapped to my ass as he slid up behind me. His cock unerringly found my heat. He didn’t waste any time sliding home, ramming into me hard enough my sex clamped down around him. Hips swiveling, thrusting into me lustily, the motion pushed me down onto Boog’s cock with every pistoning thrust.
Boog was the first to tip over, almost choking me as semen flooded my mouth and I attempted to swallow it all. Khri paused long enough for me to finish his co-mate off and release him, before he slid his arms under mine, forcing my back to his chest, and lifted me up. Boog watched from the bed, eyes bright, cock still hard and raring to go, as Khri began to screw my brains out standing up. Snarling into my marked nape, he ground up into me. One of his hands slid down over my length, going to my clit to manipulate it, dragging me along with him. This time, we came together. His movements grew erratic, jackhammering into me, my legs lifting and bending, feet planting to brace on his knees and help me grind back against him. We both groaned as we were swept up in the storm.
A sound from the bed had my eyes, briefly closing as my head fell back, popping open. Sliding off the bed, Boog stood. Prowling over to us, pupils huge, nostrils flared wide, hair standing on end, he had this intense, feral look about him that had me shivering. My second mate’s lips pulled back, exposing fat rows of fangs and he growled softly. When Khri growled softly back and Boog’s growl grew louder, I knew they were speaking. Boog pressed up against me, grasping my hips in his large hands, sandwiching me between him and Khri. Leaning in, he snuffled his way along the side of my face.
Pausing as he bumped Khri’s face, the males practically nose to nose, Khri not one to back down under any show of dominance, I was about to do some purring of my own when Boog paused, inhaled deeply, amber eyes darkening, to lift a hand and swipe a thick finger across Khri’s mouth. With a deep, rumbling purr, he sucked his finger into his mouth. Recalling quite clearly Khri having just gone down on me, his facial fur still glistening with my essence, I goggled at Boog swiping some of it right off of Khri’s face to savor that Pumpkin bride flavor.
“Sweet Butterfinger bars, that was hot,” I blurted.
Khri grinned, glancing down at me. Boog, still suckling his finger as he rhythmically kneaded my hip, paused, amber eyes popping open to growl softly at me.
Thinking of that tingling salve and the two poles I had a sudden need to concur at once, I glanced between my males, “How averse are you two to playing a little game?”
“Game?” Khri perked up. Someone was proving as adventurous as me.
“What game?” Boog frowned and asked.
“Let’s all go to the bed and I’ll show you,” I cajoled. Reaching out and cupping Boog’s cheek, I kissed him, then released him to kiss Khri. Boog growled softly when I kissed Khri, and Khri reacted likewise to my attentions towards Boog. I had a niggling feeling talking these two into a true threesome wasn’t going to be an issue.
Laying it all out to them bluntly and quickly, to Boog’s repeated glances from where Khri was still impaled on me to my backside, it wasn’t long before everyone was on board. I knew this was supposed to be all about saying good bye to Khri before his big hunt, but in the end it was about all of us, coming together in all ways, as one.
Best pre hunting send off ever.
Chapter 12
“Be careful,” I mumbled against my mate’s mouth. To look at us, you probably couldn’t have guessed, hunting supplies checks and all that boring stuff Khri had to do aside, our mated trio had spent every possible moment together until it was go time.
“Mally be goot,” he purred right back.
The pack was waiting on us, which everyone seemed to find wildly entertaining. Apparently, Khri was a bit of a hard ass, a ball buster amongst the others about not taking forever. In a fun turn of events for all, his fathers and brothers mostly, Khri was the buns dragger this hunt.
“Boog protect. Keep Pumpkin safe,” Boog assured him.
Releasing me after one last warm, insides gone all gooey, I’m gonna miss you, woman, hug, Khri shuffled back. Looking to Boog, he swallowed thickly and gave a curt nod. “Protect. Goot. Goot male.”
Smiling at Khri’s reticence, Boog settled his hand on Khri’s shoulder. Out of the others’ sight, Boog brushed his thumb comfortingly over Khri’s collarbone.
My hand closed over Boog’s and I smiled up at Khri from my mating pelts pile of coats cocoon. “Don’t worry, handsome. We’ll get into all kinds of trouble. You’ll be beside yourself with the bullshit we come up with.”
Khri laughed, settling his hand over ours to give our stacked fingers a grateful squeeze. Grinning like a loon, he bent down to give me a nuzzle and a kiss, then, straightening, cupped Boog’s neck to pull him in for a forehead bump, a sign of affection between males that had Boog rumbling out a happy sound. And then Khri was off, waving off the males as he joined them and they all started to tease in beast speak, from the looks of it.
This hunt was even more special, or so Dorothy and Mina, one of Khri’s brother’s mates, had told me as we stood around waiting for everyone. Bia, Mina’s mate and Khri’s brother, as well as Noyel, one of Rosa’s mates, along with Rosa’s blue guy Zhuii, would all be in attendance. Rosa stood by with Tokre, each with a babe in their arms, Kehko hugging a leg of each parent standing between them. Mina’s mates, Vek, Tarnk, and Kirch, each male totally hogging a baby for themselves each, teased Bia, mocking Mina’s overloud smooches to toss their own at Bia. Grinning but rolling his eyes, the fluffy white Lo denaii returned her kiss, catching hers, to flip the other males off.
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