Cassius pulled her onto his lap without ceremony.
She looked at him with knowing eyes. "You see someone else when you look at me."
"Yes," he said. No hesitation. No apology.
"I want you to be her tonight ," he said quietly. "That is all."
The four of them spilled into the spare room in a tangle of limbs and hungry mouths. Cassius barely kicked the door shut before he ordered them to strip. Clothes hit the floor in a rush of fabric and soft gasps.
The beastman stood first. Skin pale as fresh snow, almost glowing against the dim light. Full, heavy breasts that swayed with every breath, nipples already tight and dark. A sweet, almost innocent face framed by white hair and soft bunny ears that twitched when she looked at him. The contrast was filthy pure features on a body made for sin.
Cassius grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto the bed. He climbed over her, knees forcing her thighs apart.
"You said you were very submissive."
"Yes, to my master," she breathed, already spreading wider for him.
He cupped one heavy breast, thumb circling the nipple. "These are so crazily beautiful. Mind if I taste?"
"Yes, master."
His mouth closed over the peak, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her back arch. He pulled the other breast into his hand, squeezing, kneading, while his tongue worked the first nipple into a stiff, wet point. She moaned, soft and broken, ears flattening against the pillow.
Inside his head the wolf's voice growled, low and amused.
Cassius… Roxanne will feel every second of this. She'll feel your cock sliding into another cunt. She'll feel you cumming inside someone else.
Cassius only smiled against the beastman's breast.
"Let her feel it. I don't care."
He sucked harder, long, wet pulls that made her whimper, then dragged his mouth down the soft underside of her tit while his fingers found her already slick folds. Two fingers pushed in deep, curling, stroking that spot that made her thighs shake. His thumb found her clit and rubbed in tight, filthy circles until she was dripping down his wrist and her hips were rolling helplessly against his hand.
When she was flushed and trembling, he pulled his fingers free, slick and shining, and wiped them across her open mouth. She licked them clean without being told.
Then he shoved her thighs wider, lined up, and drove into her in one hard thrust.
She cried out, high and sweet, ears twitching. Her cunt was tight, hot, and soaked, gripping him like it didn't want to let go. Cassius set a brutal pace immediately deep, punishing strokes that made her heavy tits bounce and the bed creak. Every time he bottomed out he ground against her clit, forcing sharp little gasps out of her.
He leaned down, biting the soft curve of her breast, then the side of her neck. Her bunny ears brushed his cheek every time he slammed in. She kept whispering "master… master…" like a prayer, legs wrapping around his waist to take him deeper.
The wet sounds of their bodies filled the room skin slapping, her moans turning into broken sobs of pleasure, the slick drag of his cock leaving her and burying itself again. He could feel how close she was, the way her walls started fluttering and clenching.
He didn't slow down.
He fucked her through it, pounding harder when she came, milking every tremor out of her until she was shaking and oversensitive. Only then did he let himself go burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with thick, hot pulses of cum. He stayed deep, grinding through every spurt, making sure she felt every drop.
When he finally pulled out, his seed leaked from her in a slow, messy trail down her pale thighs.
He looked down at her, still breathing hard.
"Your turn is done. You can leave."
She sat up slowly, cum still dripping from her, and smiled with that same sweet face.
"Yes, master. I enjoyed myself here."
She gathered her clothes and slipped out, leaving him alone with the other two still waiting on the bed.
"You, Cassia, come here," Cassius called.
Far away, the moment Roxanne stepped into her chamber, a strange heat bloomed low in her belly. Not pain. Not fear. Just a slow, insistent awakening of every nerve. Her wolf's voice rose inside her mind, calm and merciless.
"Your mate is having fun with other women. Unfortunately, you are going to feel whatever they feel their pain or their pleasure."
Then it began.
A deep, rhythmic pounding that did not belong to her body. Roxanne's knees weakened. A soft, helpless moan slipped from her lips as the first wave of borrowed pleasure crept through her, unwanted and impossible to stop.
In the spare room, Cassia climbed onto the bed without hesitation. She was confident, almost eager, as she settled between Cassius's thighs. She took him in her hand and began kissing along his length slow, steady, deliberate. Her lips brushed the underside, then the head, before she took him into her mouth. She worked him with wet, measured pulls, tongue sliding, cheeks hollowing, until he was fully hard again and glistening from her lips.
She rose, straddled him, and guided him into herself. She sank down inch by inch, a soft, shaky breath leaving her as she took every bit of him. For a moment she simply sat there, rolling her hips in small, teasing circles, letting him feel how hot and tight she was. Then she began to ride—first slow and deep, rising almost all the way off before sliding back down. Her pace quickened. Her breasts bounced with every movement. Soft, broken sounds of pleasure spilled from her lips as she worked herself on him.
Cassius gripped her hips and thrust upward to meet her, matching the growing urgency. The wet sound of their joining filled the chamber. In a few moments he felt the sharp edge of release building. He pulled free, turned her firmly onto her hands and knees, and entered her from behind in one deep, claiming stroke.
Cassia cried out first a sharp sound of surprise, then a rising moan as he set a strong, relentless rhythm. One hand held her hip, the other reached around to stroke between her legs in time with his thrusts. She pushed back against him, voice breaking into broken sounds that slid from pain into pure, open pleasure.