The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe-Chapter 244: The sensation was overwhelming

I was caught in the middle of a tug-of-war I hadn’t prepared for. One moment I was bracing myself for a threesome, and the next, I was being hauled backward by a husband who had apparently traded his ’predatory lust’ for ’extreme possessiveness.’

And he was still balls deep inside me, no less.

I grunted, feeling him bulge in both my holes. Could he at least take it out before he tried to move me around? He was stretching my insides.

Damar’s arms were firm around my waist, pulling my back flush against his sweaty chest. He didn’t just hold me; he anchored me.

"Mine," he rasped again, the word vibrating through my spine. His emerald eyes were still blown wide, but the mindless haze was gone, replaced by a fierce, territorial heat that felt even more intense.

Should I be worried?

Noah frowned, his dick throbbing in place.

He let out a low, frustrated growl, his dark eyes flashing with a challenge.

"She’s ’ours’, Damar. Don’t let the rut make you forget how this family works. I helped you stay steady so you wouldn’t break her, and now you’re going to shut me out? Like I’d let you." He took a step closer and I felt Damar’s arm tighten around me.

I gasped,

"Noah, stop,"

It was hard trying to find my voice amidst the heavy thudding of my heart, Damar’s tight grip around me, and his dicks pulsing with every ragged breath he took.

I clenched and unclenched, but I’m pretty sure I was clenching the life out of his dicks because he grunted from time to time, and subtly moved, unable to stay still when the pleasure was flooding his head.

The sensation was overwhelming—I know. It was overwhelming for me too.

I reached back, my hand finding the damp hair at the nape of Damar’s neck. "Damar... look at me. It’s okay. He’s not taking me away." I whispered but Damar didn’t loosen his grip.

Instead, he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the mark he’d left there. He let out a low, warning hiss directed at Noah, a sound so primal it made the hair on my arms stand up.

"He’s acting like a dragon," Fenric muttered from the corner, and I flicnhrd.

When did he wake up?

My eyes trailed towards where he lay, his eyes fixed on us, but the cubs were still sleeping on his chest. That was probably why he hadn’t got up yet.

’When did you wake up?’ I wanted to ask but the words refused to leave my lips.

And as if he could read them from my eyes, Fenric answered,

"My instincts are too sharp. There’s no way I can sleep peacefully through all of this." He said, and then his eyes landed on Damar, who was still hissing at them. "His instincts are probably telling him to kill anything that moves near his mate right now."

"Well, I’m not just ’anything’," Noah snapped, though he didn’t move closer. He knew the rules of the wild better than I did. Pushing a serpent in a post-ejaculatory rut was a good way to get a throat full of fangs.

I shifted slightly, the movement making me whimper as Damar’s dicks shifted with me. "Hmph!"

My body trembled.

Were we going to be like this the whole time? It was too much. I couldn’t...

"Damar... please." I pleaded, turning my head to meet his emerald eyes. "Noah is family, too, so he can do this, too."

But he hissed.

"He won’t push you away either so you don’t need to worry about that. My mouth should be enough for him... I can handle both of you. Just... stop growling. He’s not a threat."

I wished my words could reach him and bring him back to his senses but his slit eyes turned even more wild.

No matter what I said, he wouldn’t relent since it looked like Noah was intruding on his territory.

Noah was going to snatch his mate.

"Damar," I called with a shaking voice.

Damar buried his face in my neck again, sniffed in deeply, and then pulled back just enough to look into my eyes.

The sharpness in his eyes was still there, but beneath it, I saw exhaustion.

I don’t know how to explain it, but it was the eyes of someone terrified... Terrified of the dark, and desperately asking for recognition.

This broke my heart as I imagined how he had been able to sleep for weeks, his eyes closed, and giving in to the darkness.

I reached for his face, caressed him softly, and then he dropped his face on my palm, taking in my warmth despite how hot he already was.

He missed me.

Those words played in my head as if they had been said to me.

He missed me so much.

His gaze softened on me, and he kissed my palm.

It looked like he had calmed down a bit, but then he looked at Noah, then back at me. Slowly, painfully, he forced his fingers to unclench from my hips, though he didn’t pull out of me. He stayed connected, his weight a heavy, grounding comfort.

"Ari," he whispered, his voice finally losing that terrifying rasp. "Don’t... don’t let him take you."

"He’s not taking anything," I promised, reaching forward and grabbing Noah’s hand, pulling him closer despite the tension. "We’re all family here, there are no strangers. Family... Doesn’t take from family."

But then those wordseft a heavy thud on my heart as I recalled my past... My last as Stephanie.

I wasn’t just an outcast and a wallflower... My family... I used to have a family, and I wished they had abided by the code ’family doesn’t take from family.’

I quickly shook my head, getting it out of my system. This was not the time to be thinking of that.

I looked at Noah, gave him a reassuring look and he sighed, the aggression bleeding out of him as he stood in front of us.

He didn’t force his way or try to pick up where he left off. Instead, he reached out and gently wiped a stray drop of semen from my cheek with his thumb.

"It seems fine now," Noah murmured, his gaze softening as he looked at the two of us. "But if he starts hissing again, little tiger, I’m putting him back on the floor."

I laughed weakly, the soft sound echoing through the humid cave.

"Good luck with that. He’s got legs now, remember?"