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cat grunted and bit so hard tears gathered in Shane’s eyes. Good, so good. Even the pain was a comfort, promising Shane that his cat craved him beyond today and this moment. He wasn’t alone. The certainty of the scar Lore tore into his shoulder offered solace, rest, protection. Lore shifted his attention from the wet agony of his mating bite to nip Shane’s earlobe, driving Shane out of his mind. “Want my spend, Precious?”
    Shane shuddered, the pleasure from his ass streaking to his balls and then to his untouched cock. “Please. Yes. I—”
    “I would give you the world.” While Shane, dazed and needy, grappled with how their temporary mating could have gone so permanently wrong, the cat looped an arm around Shane’s bloodied stomach and fucked him in earnest.
    His mistakes, Lore’s, what had happened in the arena below—suddenly none of it mattered.
    The smell of sex mixed with the forest scents as well as the sharp coppery tang of blood. The smack of Lore’s groin slapping Shane’s ass broke a quiet punctuated only by moans and their panted breaths. Shane quaked with each thrust, rocking his cock against Lore’s arm. Lore pumped into him in short stabs that jolted through Shane like lightning. Pleasure intensified at his dick, and when the madness took him, Shane groaned. He spilled into their furs in pearly ropes.
    Lore stroked Shane’s stomach rather than holding him in place. He licked instead of biting him, the sandpaper scrape of his tongue on Shane’s skin electrifying and soothing all at once. The cock lunging into Shane’s aching ass slowed.
    Shane choked back a sob.
    The cat hadn’t come. Damn thing had the stamina of no species Shane had ever known. He needed it, though, required the cat’s semen inside him, painting his guts, drenching him in his cat’s scent.
    Lore rolled to his back and manhandled Shane to perch on top of him. The rigid cock buried within Shane felt more necessary than breathing. Shaking, bloodied from Lore’s scratches, Shane tried to brace himself on the cat’s chest so he could work Lore’s dick deeper, but pain flared laser-hot in his broken wrists. He would’ve collapsed if Lore hadn’t caught him.
    “Here.” The cat raised Shane’s hands and threaded them through vines overhead, anchoring his arms by the crooks of his elbows. “Ride me, Precious. Show me how much you want me flooding into you.”
    After Lore had hunted him and their brutal first fucks, Shane’s hole was tender. His entire body was overstimulated. The throbbing of his wrists from the attack of the other cat had renewed. His scratches smarted, both from mating Lore and from branches that had whipped him during his wild race that first night. His balls felt dry and empty. Shane had never come so much. Had it only been a day? Two? He wouldn’t come again, not this quickly. But he desperately wanted the cock inside him spraying him full of the cat’s amazing scent, so wincing, he lifted his hips. The hard tube of flesh stretching his hole slipped from his ass until just the tip remained inside. Shane slammed down, whimpering as he impaled his overtaxed body. The cat purred, staring at him with hooded yellow eyes that urged him. Lore stretched beneath him, thrusting up, the fur of his groin brushing the scratches on Shane’s thighs.
    Shane bobbed on the cat’s dick, using his upper body strength and the fulcrum of the vines to steady himself. His cock slapped wetly on his blood-smeared stomach as the muscles of his abdomen tightened and released. He milked Lore’s dick, loving the sounds the cat made while Shane struggled to please him. Sweat poured off Shane, mixing with blood and cum. Grunting, he took the cat deep, so deep, his heart skipping when a low rumble vibrated in Lore’s chest. “Just like that.”
    Shane shivered. He worked the cat’s dick as good and as hard as he could, but blood loss sapped his strength. Shane knew Lore was close. The cat’s cock was hard as granite in