The small fire Moss's assistants had kindled snapped and popped, casting shifting gold across the furs and the three bodies tangled in them.
Wind barriers blocked most of the night's bite, but enough cool air slipped through to make Alex's fevered skin prickle deliciously wherever it wasn't pressed against scale or fur. The river rushed below—steady white noise that almost drowned out the wet, filthy sounds of mouths and bodies and desperate need.
Alex shattered.
His orgasm ripped through him—back bowing, throat working around Naga's length, cunt clenching rhythmically around Leo's plunging tongue. Slick gushed; Leo drank it down greedily, growling praise against swollen flesh.
Naga followed moments later—hips stuttering, spilling down Alex's throat in thick, cool pulses. Alex swallowed convulsively, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure and relief.
