Misfits (Psychic Retrieval Agency Book 3)

by TL Reeve

  Abraham lapped at the tip of his partner’s cock and groaned. Above them, Warren growled, muttering something in a language she didn’t know. But, whatever it was, it sure as hell sounded sexy as fuck. Fallon shuddered. This was part of their relationship they hadn’t shared with her yet. Now she couldn’t believe they held this connection back from her. She bent her head and gave a tentative swipe of her tongue across the crest of Warren’s dick. He groaned, placing his hand on the back of her head, urging her to continue. A buzz of satisfaction spread through her.

  Abraham gave her a wicked grin, before scooting down. “He also likes his balls sucked on, too.” He then took one of the taut globes into his mouth.

  Warren’s hips came off the bed. His hand fisted in her hair, demanding she take more of him into her mouth. She complied. Spice with a hint of something masculine exploded on her taste buds. Fallon groaned. She lapped at his tip, flicking his slit to gather more of the intoxicating flavor before swallowing it down.

  “Can’t wait to get your hot little mouth on me, mistress,” Suān ní growled, caressing the too sensitive flesh between her legs.

  It’d been the one thing about Suān ní that captivated her. He could pick and choose when someone saw him. With her, he’d been himself. Sex with him could be intimidating. He made it an experience, and right now, with Grainger behind her, Abraham beside her, and Warren directing her mouth over his cock, she couldn’t find her balance.

  Grainger placed kisses down her spine, eliciting a shiver from her. He went lower still, kissing each butt cheek. The heat from his mouth seared her. She moaned around Warren, who went wild beneath her. His hips jerked. Pinpricks of pain spread through her scalp, which only added to the atmosphere surrounding them. Grainger ran his tongue along her sex before putting his mouth to her.

  He sucked and nibbled on her pussy before delving into her with his tongue. Her eyes fluttered shut. She melted into the sensations, enjoying the blissful spasm wriggling through her. Fallon rocked against him, mimicking the pace she set with Warren while peering at Abraham, who continued to lick and suck Warren’s sac. The translucent ends of Suān ní’s shadow stroked Abraham's leaking cock. The web of his gleaming precum coated the head of Abraham’s erection and dribbled onto the bed below them.

  The desire rocketing through them spiked. Fallon cried out, shuddering in Grainger's grasp as her release shot through her, leaving her breathless. The waves of lust increased, thickening the tension surrounding her. It was heavy but welcoming. Desperate, she clung to it like her favorite blanket, seeking out comfort.

  Warren let her go. He inhaled a deep then released it with a shudder. “Need more.” His voice took on a layered quality, compelling Fallon to do whatever he craved without hesitation.

  “I think it’s time for the tiger to ride the big, bad demon,” Abraham said.

  “You’re right,” Suān ní replied. “She is melting all over Grainger’s tongue.”

  “Bet she is,” Abraham replied. “Give me a taste.”

  He grabbed Grainger’s jaw and pulled him forward. Fallon thought Abraham would only lick Grainger’s bottom lip. What he did instead, surprised her and excited her. They kissed. Not some simple peck either. Deep. Hard. Passionate. Both men moaned. Grainger wrapped his hand around the nape of Abraham’s neck. A low, commanding growl built in Grainger’s chest and was mirrored by Abraham.

  Fallon’s tiger rolled over and showed her belly before swishing her rear, enticing both men to sample her once more. Hussy. She didn't blame her tiger. She wanted to rub all over them. Grind her pussy against their groins until they all came—multiple times, if possible. When they broke their embrace, Grainger turned his bloodshot gaze on her. The red swirling within his irises, ensnared her, hypnotizing her. She swayed towards him, not even fighting the pull between them.

  “Beautiful,” Grainger lisped. His fangs poked out from his upper lip. “Give me a little taste, my bonded.”

  She leaned closer to him and he struck. Fallon gasped, rocking her hips as his teeth pricked her skin. Lust, raw and twisted flowed into the knot of pleasure building within her Without having to ask, Suān ní was there, as though he understood her predicament. He fucked her with two of his fingers while using the palm of his hand to stimulate her clit. She rode his hand with wild abandon. Fallon locked her arms around Grainger’s neck while he continued to drink from her.

  “Yes!” She shivered. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” The tension within her expanded to the point that even her skin felt too tight.

  “Do it,” Suān ní encouraged her. “Come for us. Give it to me.” He rubbed her clit in small circles seconds before Abraham struck on the other side of her neck.

  Fallon screamed. She jerked in their joined embrace, riding the amazing high they’d given her. Her pussy pulsed and rippled around Suān ní’s intrusion. The minute Grainger pulled back, she captured his lips with hers. She kissed him, uncaring of her blood still being on his tongue. The metallic coppery taste kept the heat of her need glowing even as her release ebbed.

  “Wow.” She didn’t have the proper words to describe what just happened, but she didn’t want it to end yet.

  Warmth trickled down the side of her neck and Grainger swooped in, closing the site where he’d bit her. “Sorry. I got carried away.”

  She kissed him again. “I think I did, too.”

  “I think my dick is aching for a piece,” Warren teased.

  Fallon glanced over her shoulder. Warren lay spread out, stroking his and Abraham’s dick at the same time. Abraham appeared completely in the zone, while Warren’s eyes were wild with desire. “Looks like it. Anyone want to give me a hand?”

  Grainger and Abraham positioned her over Warren’s hard length. The intimidating appendage strained toward her entrance as she hovered over it. She lowered herself, and inch by glorious inch, he filled her. Her pussy spasmed around him, accommodating his intrusion while also setting off mini orgasmic quivers. She sucked in a breath. The coil of pleasure building snapped. The unexpected orgasm left her a bit out of sorts and somewhat embarrassed.

  Warren growled, grabbing her hips to still her. She hadn’t realized she’d been moving, extending her bliss. She opened her eyes and saw for how far gone he’d been. The guy was blitzed on pleasure and arousal. His blue skin shimmered in the low light of the room. His horns had extended. They only thing he’d been missing were his wings. The thought of hanging onto those while she fucked him, sent another thrill down her spine.

  “Fuck,” Warren cursed. “She just about had me coming in one stroke. Her pussy is amazing. Tight, and perfect.”

  Abraham cupped her breasts, teasing her stiff nipples. She sobbed when he pinched them, and her sex pulsed around Warren, who'd slowly began to move. Abraham's breath brushed across her cheek. It'd been slightly labored, almost as though he'd held onto his sanity by a thread.

  “Did you know Warren loves to bottom for me?” Abraham’s words were whispered. “He’s never taken a pussy before. You’re his first.”

  She clenched around Warren’s dick, and the man jackhammered into her, sending shards of pleasure through her. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders for purchase, which only amped up both of their arousal.

  “When I get inside of him, he’s going to go fucking insane. Warren’s cock is always rock hard. It bobs and jerks, desperate for me to give him the word, so he can come. I like to tease him while I fuck him.”

  Fallon rode Warren harder. With each juicy detail Abraham imparted on her, she ached more. The knot of bliss inside her tightened until it became painful. “Oh, shit.” She bit her bottom lip and whimpered. It was all too much for her.

  “That’s it, Fú, make him come,” Grainger murmured into her other ear. “You make him come, and I’ll get deep inside you. Fuck you till you scream, then Suān ní will join us. He's going to take this sweet, sweet ass of yours.”

  They assaulted her with their salacious words of promise. Her body undulated abov
e Warren’s, rocking and rolling counter to his thrusts. Grainger lowered his hand and found her distended clit. He manipulated the hard bundle of nerves until she cried out, shattering in Warren’s arms.

  The demon grunted and groaned, pushing harder, faster. She clung to him. Her orgasm washed over her in heady waves, leaving her lightheaded and dizzy. Then, he grabbed her hips and held her down on him. The growl he let loose, echoed in the room. The warm rush of his release snapped and fizzled inside of her, a side effect of his incubi counterpart. It would make her want him inside her all the time, and who was she to say no? It was one of the things she’d learned from Abraham.

  Fallon melted into his arms, sighing. She didn't say anything as they both tried to catch their breath. Suān ní, Grainger, and Abraham cuddled around them, petting and soothing each of them. A deep settling feeling of acceptance and love bloomed within her chest. One good piece of ass after a traumatic day and I've turned into a blubbering mess. She tried to chide herself, but couldn't muster the admonishment.

  Warren placed a very tender kiss on her lips, then rubbed his nose across hers. The affection held within the tiny gesture made her heart squeeze. Son of a bitch, these guys are too good for me. As if reading her mind, he smirked, then patted her ass. She slid off of him with a groan, twitching from the delicious drag of his cock.

  “Come here,” Grainger said, snatching her into his arms. “After that little show, I’m ready to bust.”

  “Position her, so she can watch us,” Abraham directed. “I think she deserves to be driven insane after that display.”

  “I agree,” Suān ní replied, slipping under her.

  He didn’t fully become corporal. Instead, he felt like a hard pillow under her back only the hard pillow had a rigid cock rubbing her ass. Grainger stared down at her as he climbed up between her thighs. His eyes darkened, swirling with lust and something darker. Hedonistic. She shivered. Her heart hammered. Her breath caught in her throat. He reminded her once more of a deadly predator.

  “Don’t take your eyes off Abraham and Warren. If you do, Suān ní and I will stop.” Grainger lowered his mouth to her breast. He swirled his tongue around the hard point, then drew it into his mouth to suck.

  How the fuck was she supposed to watch Abraham with Grainger’s mouth doing delectable things to her? She blinked and slowly slid her gaze toward the other two men. Abraham smirked at her before lowering his face to Warren’s rear. The naughty things he told her moments ago, were true. Warren’s dick, thickened, turning a ruddy color. Precum leaked from his tip and dribbled down his shaft to his balls.

  Abraham groaned. The end of his tongue lapped at the sensitive area between Warren's balls and his ass. Holy shit did it turn her on. Her pulse fluttered. Her breath came in excited pants. She licked her lips, then reached out to touch Warren. He hissed as she palmed his cock and squeezed. Abraham glanced up at her and grinned then winked at her.

  “Now you’re getting the idea,” Abraham teased. “Keep stroking him.”

  She did, mimicking the way they’d fuck. Her hand stuttered momentarily when Grainger filled her halfway then retreated only to fill her completely with his dick. Her eyes widened. If Warren had been long and thick, Grainger had some girth to him. He touched her in places she didn’t know could be hypersensitive spots or make her feel good. Her mouth fell open, and Warren closed the distance between them, kissing her.

  She couldn’t keep up with the impulses crashing over her. They bombarded her from each direction. Between Grainger’s hisses of pleasure or the way Suān ní’s erection slid across her butt, making it sticky and slick, they overwhelmed her. She drank it down, allowing it to drown her until all she could do was feel. Feel the drag of Grainger’s cock and the throb of Warren’s dick when Abraham finally buried himself inside Warren. She sank into the absoluteness of the moment and reveled in the way her body came to life with all four men.

  “Now, Suān ní, she's got me all tied up,” Grainger muttered a curse, digging his fingernails into her shoulders.

  The spike of pain enhanced everything. White-hot, the sparks flowed through her adding to the burning arousal sensitizing her whole body. She hadn't even realized Suān ní’s hips began moving, pushing the head of his cock into her rear. A different pain bloomed, and she whimpered. Warren was there, adding to the hunger already permeating the air. However, it helped her relax, giving Suān ní the room to enter her.

  Long minutes later, the pain ebbed into a different delicious pleasure. There weren’t words to describe it, but it rolled over her in intoxicating waves. Her eyes closed, allowing her to fall deeper into the spell her men wove around her.

  Grainger stopped. “What did I tell you, tigress?”

  Her eyes fluttered open. “Sorry. So good.”

  He kissed her, his tongue twined with hers, before he scored it with his fang, drawing blood. He sucked on it like she'd sucked Warren's dick. She rolled her hips, unable to keep still. The ever-present tingle of awareness flowed through her. She rode both men as though she were trying to win some race she didn't want to necessarily win.

  Grainger grabbed her hip and stilled her. “Nope. This is in my time.”

  “Fuck you,” Suān ní snapped. “She has me ready to burst.”

  Abraham laughed then groaned. “Fuck both of you. Seeing her take your dicks is shattering my control.”

  “Should have let her suck you off first.” Warren’s head fell forward, and he groaned.

  Abraham smacked his ass, and Fallon swore she felt it, too. “Should have. Oh well, I’ll get her to suck my dick later.”

  Her pussy flexed and fluttered around Grainger, and he groaned. He began moving again. Each thrust pushed all of them closer to their combined climaxes. In those moments, locked with each man like she had been, Fallon felt a piece of her soul shift, allowing a fragment of each of them to join her. Warmth bloomed in the middle of her chest. She sucked in a breath, and her eyes went wide.

  Grainger grunted, fucking harder and faster, while Suān ní held onto her. Beside her, Abraham had pushed Warren down, so his ass was up. The man drove his cock into Warren’s ass like a starved fiend, desperate to obtain relief.

  “Shit.” Grainger pressed his forehead to her chest. “What are you thinking about, Fú?”

  “Whatever it is,” Suān ní grunted. “She’s gone molten around me.”

  “Fuck yeah, she has,” he agreed. “So good. Can’t keep going. Fallon, look at me.”

  Her gaze snapped to his. “Abraham has already marked you. It’s my turn. You might pass out from the stimulation.”

  How could he be so fucking calm in a situation like this, when she couldn’t even think, let alone form the words needed to answer him? When he asked her to nod, she did. Things became intense after that. The sensual rock of their bodies combined until she couldn’t figure out where she started and Suān ní ended. They moved as a unit, climbing the proverbial hill to their releases. Suān ní and Grainger held her still. Their thrusts countered then. When Grainger entered her, Suān ní pulled out and vice versa.

  She couldn’t find her balance, and she didn’t want to. She gave over to both men while keeping her gaze locked on Abraham and Warren. Abraham slammed into the incubus over and over. The sounds both men made added to her arousal until it spiked inside of her, and she worried the guys would kill her before the night had even begun. She clung to Grainger while stroking Warren with broken movements. She lost whatever ability she had to keep up with them.

  Grainger buried his face in her neck, blocking her view of Warren. Her hand tightened around Warren’s cock and he yelped. The wet heat of his release bathed her hand, sending her hurdling over the edge behind him. She cried out, shattering in Grainger’s arms, setting off a shockwave of repercussions. Grainger bit down on her neck and began to lick the mark, healing it around his fangs.

  Below her, Suān ní gave a harsh groan, while shoving himself deeply. He pulsed within her, filling her with the warmth of his c
um. Fallon flexed and rippled around Grainger, milking his orgasm from him. The vampire moaned against her neck while rocking his hips slowly, extending their pleasure.

  Abraham snarled while hunching over Warren. He bit down on his lover’s mark and climaxed, setting Warren off again. Fallon had never seen anything like it before, but she promised herself she’d witness it as much as she could from here on out. That was incredible.

  Suān ní slipped from her first, lowering her to the bed, before settling beside her. Grainger, the possessive asshole, who tried to feign being indifferent, healed the mark on her neck, so it would stay like Abraham’s then laid his head over her heart. He didn’t pull out, instead, staying within her. Moments later, Warren and Abraham joined her, snuggling around her.

  Tigers lived for their solitary lives as did Fallon now. However, she realized rather quickly that she needed these four men with her at all times, which would make the next part of their mission hard, handing Grainger over to the bad guys. She absently ran her fingers through Grainger’s hair while basking in the reality of never being alone again and not wanting to think about the mission.

  What am I going to do?

  Chapter 9

  “Once more unto the breach, dear friends,” Warren muttered as they pulled into the clearing. Their little plan of infiltrating the black market warehouse didn’t sit well with the team anymore.

  Grainger hated to admit it, but it gave him a case of the butterflies too. Of course, unlike them, he understood the mission, knew what they were fighting for, and how it all needed to be stopped. “Henry V. Act-III Scene-I.”

  “Who knew he liked Shakespeare,” Fú zé murmured.

  “Who knew indeed.” Grainger cut his gaze toward her. “I could say the same about you.”