His chest heaves with ragged breaths as he slips his cock from her pussy, keeping his arm around her waist to keep her pelvis raised. He leans back with a cruel smile, wrapping his free hand around her thigh and using his leverage to push her hips up over her head in a mild contortion.

His eyes skim over her center hungrily, a rush of desire thrumming down the bond as he admires her pretty glazed pussy. “Still not enough…”

“I can fix that,” Fenryr whispers, his voice low and gravelly as he crouches next to Cyprien, one hand fisting his cock and the other reaching for Dagny. He yanks her toward him in one powerful movement, wrapping her thighs around her waist as he guides his cock toward her glistening entrance.

Cyprien sits back on his heels, his eyes gleaming with hunger as he watches Fenryr thrust inside his mate. As moans pour from Dagny’s open mouth, Cyprien reaches down, his palm moving along the length of his cock with smooth, unhurried strokes.

Fenryr pumps in and out of her pussy, his palms tightening around her hips as he fucks her senseless, each movement accompanied by an animalistic snarl that overpowers the moans and cries falling from Dagny’s lips.

His eyes flicker between emerald and black as he pushes forward, seating his cock in the deepest part of her as the bulbous knot at the base of his shaft swells, locking him in place. A throaty groan thunders into the air as Fenryr falls forward, his abdomen shuddering and balls tightening as he cums deep inside her, filling her past the point of comfort. Her eyes water as his cock continues pulsing, stretching her out with nowhere else to go but deep into her womb.

“Mine,” Fenryr growls, his canines lashing out and piercing his lower lip. “My mate.”

“Yours,” she whimpers, her gaze unfocused and her breathing ragged. “Always yours.”

A wave of euphoria rolls through the bond at her utterance. Fenryr releases a wolflike whimper, leaning down and pressing his forehead to Dagny’s as the last of his release shudders free. “Gods, I’m obsessed with you,” he breathes. “Every little fucking piece of you.”

“And then some,” Malice murmurs, appearing at Fenryr’s side, his clawed hand outstretched toward Dagny’s face. “You’ve never looked more magnificent, little one.”

“Hmm.” Her lips tip into a delirious smile as her eyes close, her head lolling to the side and muscles quivering in the aftermath. “That’s nice.”

Malice smirks, brushing his thumb gently across her cheek. “You ready for some sleep?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Okay, little one,” he whispers. He turns to Fenryr with a raised brow, waiting for him to pull out of her. Fenryr pouts, but does so, carefully lowering her hips to the ground so she doesn’t hurt herself and scooting back to make room for me.