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But Slaine had no intention of waiting. He nudged his cockhead harder against Ika’s hole. Gods, he was actually going for it.

“Slaine!” Thusar growled, half rising now. “Stop it. You can’t both fit.”

The half-crazed ukkur didn’t listen. His tip edged in alongside Muk’s.

“Slaine! As your pack leader, I command you. Stop this right now.”

At that, Slaine froze.

A tiny, trembling voice spoke.

“It’s okay,” Ika breathed. “I can take it. I…I want to try.”

“Are you sure?” Thusar asked in disbelief.

Ika mewled and nodded her head against Muk’s chest.

Thusar’s heart swelled with amazement. This little creature was even more amazing than he had realized.

“Very well,” he said, settling back on his haunches. “Go ahead, Slaine.”

Slaine grunted happily and pushed again, working his cock deeper until he was all the way inside and Ika’s hole was stretched by not just one ukkur cock, but by two.

Thusar stroked his chin thoughtfully.

He was beginning to understand. The last remnant of his jealousy dissipated, and he realized the extent of Ika’s needs. She required more dominance and discipline than a single ukkur could ever provide.

It would require the whole pack to satisfy her.

Thusar looked upon his doubly penetrated pet. He watched as his pack brethren fucked her with slow, alternating thrusts until she convulsed and howled with pleasure and her hole gushed arousal around the two hard cocks jammed inside her.

The pack leader’s own cock stiffened painfully, and his balls ached with renewed need. Soon it would be his turn again.

It was going to be a very long night.

CHAPTER 24

It was morning, and the forest was glittering under the fresh layer of snow that the storm had deposited the day before. The sun had barely been up for an hour, and the air was still excruciatingly chilly, but Ika was warm beneath a double layer of fur.

Thusar and Muk had given her their cloaks to keep warm, and Gunnar had torn his own cloak to pieces in order to fashion a hood and wrappings for Ika’s feet and legs. The abundance of clothing provided such warmth that she was nearly sweating underneath it all.

As for the ukkur, they were all half naked now, dressed only in their fur kilts. But they seemed unaffected by the cold weather. Their skin steamed in the wintry air.

The four of them surrounded Ika in a diamond-shaped configuration—Thusar in front, Gunnar and Muk at her sides, and Slaine bringing up the rear.

Ika couldn’t tell if they were keeping her from escaping or protecting her from danger.

Probably a little bit of both.

As for Ika herself, she was struggling this morning. The four ukkur had not allowed her a moment’s rest all night long, and now her brain was foggy with sleep deprivation. To make matters worse, she was sore between her legs, and she trudged through the snow with an awkward, bow-legged gait.

Thusar glanced back over his shoulder.

“Are you okay, Ika? Need me to carry you?”

“I’m fine.”

Her words came out as a hoarse whisper. Ika’s hole wasn’t the only thing that was sore. Her throat also felt ragged and swollen from a long night of screaming and moaning loudly under the ukkur’s rough treatment.