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The ranger who tracks monsters through the wild knows better than to follow three of them out of a bar. But Alec's already on his knees with a fae's mouth on his balls, a snake shifter's forked tongue probing deep enough to find his prostate, and a wolf's clawed fingers working alongside it. He'll scream before they're done with him—and beg for more before the night ends.
Alec's back arches off the felt, his spread thighs trembling as Cael's mouth works his balls and Sylas's forked tongue curls deep inside him. Damon's thick fingers push in beside the snake's tongue, a
Damon's cock slides between Alec's thighs, the head pressing against his rim but not breaching, a maddening tease that makes Alec's hips buck. Cael's fingers tighten in his hair, forcing his head back