"I want your seeds," she screamed, the words torn from her in a haze of desire. "Make me bear your cubs, mates!" Her voice was raw, the demand in it unmistakable. It was a declaration of her need, her want for them to fill her, to make her theirs in the most primal of ways.

Winston's eyes flashed with primal lust as he heard her words, his grip on her hips tightening. He thrust deeper, his powerful tiger's hips slamming into her, each stroke a claim to her fertility. Harvey, too, took her plea to heart, his paws digging into the bed as he watched the two of them, his own arousal growing with every cry that spilled from her lips.