Are Beast Nobles Supposed to Be This Lewd?

Kaelith climbed onto the bed befor her.

Fresh linen brushed softly against her skin as the mattress shifted beneath all three of them.

Mirabelle’s eyes never left him for a single second, even as she felt Lucien’s cock twitch lightly against her backside.

Lucien’s hands slid along her sides before coming to rest on her hips, almost as though he were holding her steady for the hyena male. His warmth settled against her skin, steady and familiar, while his breathing brushed lightly across the nape of her neck.

Was this actually real?

It felt as though she’d somehow stumbled into a porn film.

Her gaze flicked over to Silas, who had pulled one of the armchairs closer and now sat there naked, legs spread comfortably apart, his eyes never leaving her and her other mates.

The firelight flickered across his shoulders each time the flames danced.

For a brief moment, Mirabelle couldn’t comprehend how there wasn’t even the slightest trace of jealousy in any of her mates — how they were all truly sharing this moment with her, together.

And despite all that, she was certain they had absolutely no interest in one another.

Even so, none of it seemed to bother them. They didn’t mind seeing each other naked, nor the occasional touch, because their complete attention was focused solely on her.

"Hey. Eyes on me," Kaelith commanded as he planted his hands on the mattress, one on either side of her breasts.

His voice rumbled through the quiet room, deeper than before, almost seeming to vibrate through the mattress itself.

The mattress dipped again beneath their combined weight. Then she felt his cock take the place where Lucien had been only moments before.

She knew Lucien’s release still had to be slowly spilling from her.

Yet to her surprise, Kaelith didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

With a single roll of his hips, he entered her.

He slid into her in a single motion, accompanied by a wet, slick sound. The force of the thrust drove the tip of his cock deep inside her, while at the same time pressing her even more firmly down against Lucien.

Her body vibrated with sensation. Every nerve was still alive from everything that had happened only moments before, and already being flooded with a new wave of stimulation was beyond anything she could put into words.

Beneath her, Lucien’s hard, warm body was pressed firmly against hers. Above her, Kaelith began driving into her with slow, powerful thrusts, relentlessly working her inner walls, while Lucien kept her spread wide and left her with little room to move.

Her hands lingered on the tangled bedsheets for a fleeting moment, feeling the soft folds of linen beneath her fingertips before they drifted upward to Kaelith’s chest, where firm muscle met her touch. Her fingers pushing lightly against him.

He flexed his muscles, making them twitch beneath her hands, and it drew a giggle from her.

The sound quickly melted into a moan as Kaelith picked up the rhythm once more.

It was exactly what her body seemed to need to pick up right where they’d left off.

Their breathing slowly fell into the same rhythm, becoming the loudest sound in the room.

Silas’s hands gripped the armrests of the chair as his golden eyes watched his mate being taken by another male.

He had expected it to bother him.

Instead, all he felt was pure sensuality.

Through the bond, he could feel Mirabelle’s arousal and the depth of her feelings for each of them. There was no discernible difference in the way she responded to whoever happened to be touching her at that moment.

To him, that didn’t mean they were interchangeable.

It meant her love for each of them was real.

She hadn’t chosen any of her mates simply for the sake of having one.

She had truly chosen them.

The realization alone was enough to make him hard again.

Even so, he found himself perfectly content just watching his mate being cherished, listening as her moans grew lower and more breathless with every passing moment.

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, filling the brief pauses with warmth instead of silence.

"I can’t anymore," Mirabelle whispered, utterly overwhelmed by the flood of signals she was receiving and the sensations her body kept producing in response.

Her head sagged sideways until it rested beside Lucien’s. The fox Beastman began to nibble gently at her ear.

His breath was warm against her sensitive skin, contrasting with the cooler evening air lingering beyond the blankets.

’Fuck.’

She hadn’t realized how sensitive her ears were.

Hot shivers raced from the tip of her ear down the length of her neck. Instinctively, she wanted to arch upward, but Lucien’s arms slipped beneath her breasts and wrapped securely around her ribcage, holding her in place.

"Where do you think you’re going?" Lucien whispered into the ear he’d been tormenting only moments before. "We’re not finished with you yet."

"Too much..." Mirabelle gasped between broken breaths. "I can’t... I..."

A fresh wave of tension had built inside Mirabelle, leaving her vibrating so intensely she thought she might come apart at any moment. Her inner walls kept clenching around Kaelith’s cock in near-spasms as he continued to stretch and fill her.

With her legs held wide apart, she could feel the strain in her thighs, the position intensifying every sensation of Kaelith inside her beyond anything she had thought possible.

She felt as though she might shatter at any moment, and she desperately wanted it to happen.

Her gaze found Kaelith’s ruby-red eyes. He met her pleading look with the words:

"Ask me for it."

For a heartbeat, Mirabelle’s mind simply stopped working. The room seemed impossibly still. The only sounds that reached her were her own uneven breaths and the soft, wet rhythm of their bodies meeting again and again.

"Please..." she breathed, only to be cut off by another helpless moan she couldn’t suppress.

"Please what?" Lucien whispered against her ear before gently nibbling at it again with his sharp teeth.

"Please... let us come."

"Your wish is my command," Kaelith groaned.

Somehow, he shifted his hips, subtly changing the angle at which he entered her.

The very next time he thrust into her, Mirabelle cried out.

He found something inside her that sang beneath his touch with an intensity she’d never experienced before.

As he withdrew, the fleeting sense of loss barely had time to settle before he drove back into her with such force that tears sprang to her eyes.

"Now," Kaelith rumbled, "you may come."

And Mirabelle did.

She shattered into millions of tiny fragments that seemed to dissolve into nothingness.

It wasn’t an explosion.

It was dissolution.

The careful boundaries that had always separated her from the world simply... disappeared.

For one impossible heartbeat, she could no longer tell where her own body ended and everything else began.

Light burst behind her closed eyelids in colors that could never have existed. Memories that weren’t memories. Places she’d never seen. Emotions too vast to fit inside a single heart.

The mate bonds flared.

What poured into them was no longer merely joy, but something deeper — a profound sense of belonging, of being seen, accepted, and loved without reservation.

An answering warmth flowed back from each of her mates, wrapping around her like gentle waves returning to shore.

She didn’t know how long she remained suspended there.

Perhaps only seconds.

Perhaps forever.

Gradually, the brilliance receded.

The impossible colors faded.

The roaring in her ears became the quiet rhythm of breathing once more.

Every muscle in her body surrendered at once. The tension she’d been carrying dissolved so completely that even lifting a finger suddenly felt like an unreasonable amount of work.

The room slowly returned around her. She became aware of the softness of the blankets against her skin, the lingering warmth surrounding her, and the faint crackle of the dying fire.

A deep, contented exhaustion settled over her, warm and impossibly heavy. She gave in to it without resistance. The last thing she felt was the steady presence of her mates surrounding her.

She could still hear the steady rhythm of three different heartbeats around her, gradually blending into the silence.

Safe and warm. Simply home.

Then darkness welcomed her with astonishing gentleness, and sleep claimed her before she even realized she was drifting.

For a few quiet heartbeats, no one spoke. The fire had burned lower, its gentle crackling filling the room with a comforting rhythm.

Moonlight spilled through the curtains, washing the tangled sheets in pale silver while the cool night breeze stirred the fabric ever so slightly.

Somewhere outside, an owl called into the darkness, followed by the distant rustle of leaves.

The world beyond the room continued exactly as it always had, blissfully unaware that, for the four of them, something fundamental had shifted.

The silence wasn’t empty. It felt complete, wrapped in warmth, trust, and the quiet certainty that had settled deep within each of the Beastmen.

There was no rivalry left in that moment. Only the profound satisfaction of knowing they belonged exactly where they were meant to be.