His tongue flicked across her nipple, and Felicity moaned, her back arching instinctively. Voss's smirk widened before he positioned himself and drove into her with a single, brutal thrust that made her scream, her legs wrapping around his waist, fingers digging into his shoulders.
Felicity's back bowed off the bed, a guttural moan ripping from her throat as her fox ears pinned flat against her skull, her tail thrashing like a live wire.
From behind, Ivan approached, his massive hands gripping her breasts, squeezing them as he aligned himself with her used hole. "Still so tight for me," he growled, pushing inside her ass in one smooth motion that had her crying out again.
The other men circled them like predators, stroking themselves as they watched the trio claim their mate.
