  &quot;F-k!&quot; Rikash came, hard, his seed spraying the floor and his knees giving, causing him to clutch the wall as he bucked beneath the pleasure that had his balls straining, trying to release again, his gland swelling, unrestrained, into purple mottle.
  He clenched his hand around it, groaning through clenched teeth and squeezed, the pressure releasing the second load of seed onto the wall and carpet as he sagged until his forehead rested against his hand. His heart pounded in his chest, and he sweated as if he had just fought in the combat ring.
  &quot;What the f-k was that?&quot; He muttered, but he knew. &quot;F-king Nadyr,&quot; he groaned as he pushed off from the wall.
  The telepath stared at him wide eyed, the beginning of a malicious grin spreading across her face. &quot;I saw that,&quot; she smirked enjoying his discomfiture. &quot;In your head. You left Nadyr with A

  They were, Amelia thought to herself as she folded forward over Rikash under Nadyr s weight, f-king each other through her again. She wondered if either of them realised it or if they were so busy hating each other that they didn t realise that under the hate and the lust, there was something more.
  She understood suddenly how it was that she had Bonded to the two men. Because they were, in their own twisted dominant way, Bonded to each other.
  &quot;We were talking about scars today,&quot; her mouth was against Rikash s neck, and his croon rumbled through her. She reached out to stroke his hair over his shoulder. &quot;About their meaning.&quot;
  &quot;Mhm,&quot; his side of the bond glowed strongly pink and red, sated for the moment, and enjoying the contact and warmth.
  &quot;And about how they are given,&quot; she had to be careful, she thought, to remind him of how he received

  As the day slipped into night, Nadyr lay on his stomach, and Amelia straddled his back as she ran her fingers through his hair.
  The bone beads that normally adorned his braids were on the table next to the bed. She had removed each one in the morning, examining their elaborate design, and had seen that the patterns etched into them matched the patterns on his skin.
  It had not been hard to persuade him to relate their meanings whilst she traced them over his body, learning his unique markings intimately, determined to memorize every minute detail of him to hold to her when she could no longer hold on to him.
  &quot;This one,&quot; she stroked the design across his back.
  &quot;Mmm, when we reach the age of manhood, we are taken on a Hunt,&quot; his eyes were closed, his eyelashes heavy against his cheek.
  She ached over his beauty as she watched him relax beneath her, marvelling 

&quot;F-k!&quot; Rikash came, hard, his seed spraying the floor and his knees giving, causing him to clutch the wall as he bucked beneath the pleasure that had his balls straining, trying to release again, his gland swelling, unrestrained, into purple mottle.
  He clenched his hand around it, groaning through clenched teeth and squeezed, the pressure releasing the second load of seed onto the wall and carpet as he sagged until his forehead rested against his hand. His heart pounded in his chest, and he sweated as if he had just fought in the combat ring.
  &quot;What the f-k was that?&quot; He muttered, but he knew. &quot;F-king Nadyr,&quot; he groaned as he pushed off from the wall.
  The telepath stared at him wide eyed, the beginning of a malicious grin spreading across her face. &quot;I saw that,&quot; she smirked enjoying his discomfiture. &quot;In your head. You left Nadyr with Amelia, and she is f-king him as you f-k me. How is it that you feel her orgasms, Rikash? That was a

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