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All eyes are on me, hungry expressions staring back wherever I look. My heart flutters in my chest like a hummingbird's wings. I normally thrive with an audience, but that's when I'm certain I know what I'm doing.

No matter how hard I trained for this, I am a centaur gangbang virgin. It's still possible my mouth wrote checks my ass literally can't cash. How fucking humiliating would it be if I tapped out immediately, in front of the whole damn herd? I'd disappoint them. I'd embarrass Alaric. Sir would send someone who can actually handle it next time. My colleagues would never let me live it down. What if I —

Alaric grips the back of my neck and squeezes, reclaiming my attention. He gazes at me with so much warm fondness in his eyes that my heart pangs.

"Hey, now. Don't be nervous, beautiful," he says softly. "We got this. Pinky swear."

He holds up his pinky solemnly. I snort-laugh as I hook it with mine.

Oh, godsdamnit. I like him. Alaric is sweet, sexy, funny as hell, and my brand of weird. I like this fucker a lot.

My own recent musings on the dangers of falling for a client's charms whisper in my mind like a bad omen.

Fuck.

Chapter Five

Our solemn pact made, Alaric's gaze turns smoldering. No matter how goofy he was moments ago, now that he has permission to turn up the heat, my Stud doesn't need to be told twice.

His hand moves from my thigh to the knot on my hip. He searches my eyes. When my expression says hell fucking yes, he gives the knot one firm tug. The silky fabric of my skirt falls smoothly from my skin.

All around us, the herd voyeuristically observes. Masculine voices murmur appreciation.

"Damn, his cock is gorgeous," a low voice remarks.

"Look at how flushed he is already," another centaur adds. "Needy mare."

King Idris is normally the one holding the herd captive, but now the Centaur King watches with calm, intent eyes. His arms are crossed over his broad torso. His dark pecs are decorated with a triangular thatch of salt-and-pepper hair. Whatever his reason for abstaining from tonight's activities, it doesn't mean he's unaffected — the king's royal scepter hangs proudly beneath his dapple-gray belly.

Alaric tosses the freed fabric behind me. When I lift my hips in clear invitation, he wraps one warm hand around my aching cock. I gasp, then groan. His strong grip provides blissful relief.

He smiles. "There you go, kitty. Does that feel good?"

"So good," I sigh. "Fucking finally."

Pleasure builds as Alaric pumps me with confidence, his strokes firm but slow. I push into the delicious pressure with a low moan. One of the watching centaurs echoes it.

Alaric's smile is supremely smug. He's basking in his power to edge the whole herd, and it's hot as fuck. I can't tear my eyes away from his wicked, taunting expression.

When moisture beads at my tip, Alaric uses it to smooth the glide of his hand. After a few strokes, he catches my welling precum on the tip of his finger and brings it to my mouth.

I open obediently. He drags his finger down my outstretched tongue. I taste my own need and the unique rustic flavor of Alaric's skin. When he pushes his finger farther into my mouth, I seal my lips around him and suckle.

His brown eyes are molten. "Mmm. You're an incredible cocksucker, aren't you?"

Yes, I am, in fact. I bat my eyelashes innocently and suck harder, flicking the tip of my tongue over his finger. Alaric pulls out with a laugh. He pats my cheek affectionately. "Hungry kitty. Don't worry. We'll get you fed."

I meow in response. Alaric chuckles as his hand returns to my cock. He strokes me until more precum spills, then uses the moisture to wet his fingertip again. This time his hand slips between my legs. Giving my Stud a half-lidded gaze, I lean back and spread my thighs wider.

Alaric's warm finger spreads my wetness over my hole in a slow, massaging circle. My pucker isn't tight. I wore a massive plug during the journey here, and I stretched some more after the race. Alaric could easily catch my rim…but doesn't. He presses down, not enough to enter, then resumes circling.

Just as I'm contemplating a sassy way to demand he put it in, Alaric's finger dips inside. "Yes," I sigh.

"This is what you need, isn't it, Kitten? You need someone to stuff this cute little hole for you. Keep you filled nice and tight." Alaric's finger pumps, shallow yet forceful. Each push against my inner walls sends shockwaves through me.

I whine. "Fuck yes, Stud. Fill me with all you've got."

Alaric adds another finger. I shiver in delight at the additional stretch. The slight burn quickly fades to comfortable pleasure as he scissors my stretching ring with expertise.