Animal Attraction

by Charlene Teglia

  The desperate plea in my voice would’ve humiliated me any other time. Maybe tomorrow it would, but now I would say or do anything to keep him here. “David, don’t leave me. Please. I need you.” Tears slid down my cheeks, unheeded. I was blind with them and too blind with need to care.

  “I’m not leaving.” David stood, positioned himself between my thighs, and began to fill me in long, slow, steady strokes.

  “Oh.” The pleasure was so intense it was almost a shock. Our bodies joined, a merging of flesh and something more. A completion. I wound myself around him, pressed my hands against him, buried my face in his neck. I held him to me and breathed his scent. Mine. “David.”

  His hands gripped my hips and he pulled my body into his, deepening the penetration. “Not. Leaving.” He growled out the words, drove into me to punctuate them.

  I lost all sense of time, all awareness of anything but David inside me, Zach beside me. I knew Zach would take me again when David finished. I wanted him to. I was beyond caring what that made me.

  Wild cries echoed in the small room. I didn’t know they were mine until David silenced me with a kiss that tasted of salt and musk. I rocked my hips into his, raked him with my nails, urged him to give me more. And he did.

  He took me endlessly, and every stroke he ended buried in the depths of my body was another shock of ecstasy that made me crave more. My nerve endings sang; my blood ran hot, every cell in my being aware that David possessed me.

  Something began to grow in me, beating in time to the rhythm of David’s flesh driving into mine. It seemed familiar, like the unfinished urge to give my body over to some unknown need when David changed forms. Some deep change was taking place below the surface, some alignment, and then it rose up in me with a sudden surge of power that made me gasp and arch my back.

  David pulsed deep inside me, and I convulsed around him, bursting with pleasure and exultation. He poured himself into me, giving, taking, demanding more of me. It went on and on, and the need built with each wave of release, until he pushed me to the final peak and we rushed into oblivion together.

  Heartbeat. Mine? His? I couldn’t distinguish. Skin to skin, a press of heat and need. Connection. Bodies fused, melded, the link unbroken.

  “Can you hear me?”

  The voice came from far away. Then my awareness shifted focus and it was Zach, his mouth close to my ear.

  I licked dry lips, tried to remember what words were and how to give voice to them. Pieced together fragments. Zach, worried. David, still locked inside me. I needed to touch Zach, reassure us both. Him, that I was unhurt. Me, that the invisible thing joining us still held.

  I found the strength to release one hand clamped to David, fighting the instinct that said to hold, cling, keep every part of me possible in contact with every part of him. I reached out, shaky on every level, and put my palm over Zach’s heart again. It beat under my hand, harder and faster than I expected.

  “Zach,” I whispered his name, turned my face toward him, keeping my cheek against David’s bare shoulder.

  “All right?” Amber eyes searched mine.

  “Yes.” I smiled, a tiny movement, but the effort was enormous. “The energy rose up. I feel it just under my skin.”

  “How do you feel?” He cupped one of his hands over mine, trapping it against his chest as if he wanted to hold some part of me close to his heart.

  “Like I’m turning into a werewolf.” I laughed, a low, soft sound that rippled like liquid. “Does it feel like this all the time? I feel so strong.”

  “Yes.” Zach’s hand caressed the back of mine. “Stronger as the full moon approaches.”

  “I think I could bench-press a Buick,” I said. I let my eyelashes flutter down to lie against my cheek. “If I could move,” I added. “That was so intense.”

  “I can’t move yet, either,” David said. I felt him rest his forehead against my hair.

  “That’s okay.” I luxuriated in the sensation of David against me, in me, the rightness and wonder of it. I didn’t want to lose this. I wondered how I’d survive never having this again. Even now, I knew the shock of his body withdrawing from mine would leave me bereft. “Stay.”

  He gave a low laugh. “Told you I wasn’t leaving.”

  “Mmm.” I kissed his shoulder. “Sorry I lost it. Emotions all over the place. I can’t remember the last time I cried before today.”

  “Hormones. Full moon. Heavy combination.”

  “We have to move somehow,” I said. “This counter is hard, and I can’t touch Zach the way I want to.”

  “Want the pile of cushions again?”

  I thought about that for a lascivious minute. It seemed like the best option.

  “Yes.” I grinned, feeling sensual and wicked and desirable. “I want both of you at once. I want Zach inside me and I want you to fill me from behind.”

  “Sure?” Zach asked the question.

  “Sure.” My hand on his chest stroked him, loving the texture of his skin, unable to resist exploring it.

  “Can you move yet?” That was David.

  I unlocked my legs from around his waist and let them slide down. “As long as I don’t have to walk.”

  “I’ll carry you,” Zach offered.

  “We’ll support her between us,” David returned.

  A good plan. I warmed to it. I didn’t want David to stop touching me, but I hungered for more contact with Zach. Standing between both of them would feed that dual need for their touch.

  David rocked his hips back, pulling out of me in the process. I told the empty ache he left behind that it would be filled. Soon. Zach produced a cloth and proceeded to gently clean the evidence of David’s possession from my inner thighs.

  The two of them helped me down and helped me stand. Almost instantly I felt more balanced. Grounded. “Better. I think I can make it if you both help me.”

  They did, although getting through the doorway was awkward, and I started to laugh halfway through.

  “Guess you’re doing fine,” Jack said as we stumbled out, sex drunk and under the influence of the approaching lunar change. His bright blue eyes met mine and I read the deeper question there.

  “Yes.” I laughed again. “I’m fine. Never better. Kiss me, Jack.”

  I felt a twin tension from the men bracketing me and ignored it. I was theirs, but Jack was special. I wanted one last kiss.

  Jack came toward me and touched his lips to mine in a salute that felt formal, ceremonial.

  “Jack,” I scolded. “A real kiss.”

  “I’m not making a challenge.”

  “Nobody will take it as one,” I said.

  “I would.” Jack’s voice deepened and the sound of it sent a thrill of anticipation down my spine. Then his hands were on my waist as he pulled my nude body against his and his mouth took mine. I parted my lips under the pressure of his, touched my tongue to his. My nipples rubbed against his chest and the contact made them tighten. He made a sound in the back of his throat, drew me a fraction closer, kissed me harder. And then it was over and he moved back to put a little space between us. He kept his hands on my waist for a moment before he let them fall away.

  “Thank you.” I smiled at him, feeling light and happy and pleasantly flushed.

  “My pleasure.”

  “That was obvious,” David growled, and I laughed out loud again.

  I bumped my hip into him. “He deserved that.”

  “What about me?”

  “You deserve more.” I let him see my hunger for his touch, the way I ached for him to take me all over again.

  “And me?”

  I turned my face to Zach, drawn by the sound of his voice. “You, too.” Urgent need flared and laughter vanished. “Hurry.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  THE THREE OF US MOVED TOWARD OUR GOAL IN UNISON. ONCE WE reached the pile of cushions, they sandwiched me between them while we were still standing. Zach facing me, David pressing into my back, both of them framing me wi
th the heat of their bodies.

  I ran my hands over Zach, caught by the lines of muscle, the sheer harnessed power in his body. I rubbed myself against David and felt intoxicated by the slide of his skin against mine.

  A sudden insecurity struck me and I moved into Zach. “Is it okay?”

  “Is what okay? Having an audience again? Letting you be on top this time? Having you between us?”

  I shook my head. “Being last.”

  “Seems fair.” Zach’s lips brushed against my forehead. “I was first.”

  First and last. The rightness of it resonated in me.

  “Zach.” His name trembled on my lips. He bent his head and kissed my voice away. His hands moved down to cup my breasts. David’s teeth raked the back of my neck and took a sharp nip at the nape that made my body clench in expectancy.

  It was heaven to stand between them, being touched by both of them. And then pleasure twisted into an inferno of need. I took a long, shuddering breath, trying to calm my thundering heart and to draw this out just a little longer.

  I wanted to touch them and be touched by them, to take time to kiss and hold one another. My body screamed that it wouldn’t be enough. I had to have more. Now.

  The conflict showed in my face. Zach let his hands slide down to my waist, a more neutral caress. “What do you need?”

  I gave a faint shake of my head. “Too much.” Breathe. Breathe. “I want to go slow, and I don’t think I can. I feel like I’m on a runaway train, rushing forward, and I can’t find the brakes.”

  “It’s okay.” His hands moved around to my lower back to press me closer.

  “I would slow down if I could. I want to touch you everywhere and take you in my mouth. But I can’t. I’m being selfish. I’m sorry.”

  “Not selfish.” Zach nuzzled me.

  “Zach.” I belonged to him. I belonged to both of them, and I needed both of them to take me. “David. Now. Please, now.”

  They eased me down. David supported me while Zach arranged himself on his back. The two of them lifted me and helped me settle onto Zach, my upper body resting on his, my knees on either side of him. David’s hands moved over the round swell of my butt. Zach’s stroked my shoulders. I shifted on him, feeling a restless urge to move.

  David smoothed something cool and slick over my anus. I let out a soft moan and pushed up, offering myself, inviting more. His lubricated finger slowly penetrated, withdrew, returned, the action readying me and arousing the fever inside of me to an almost unbearable degree.

  I slid up until I felt Zach’s erect penis align with my entry. The urge to push back and down and sheathe his flesh with mine made me tremble. I needed Zach inside me again, but I needed both of them to enter me together. So I waited and sank my teeth into my lower lip while David positioned himself. I felt the head of his cock, slick with lubrication, make contact and then press forward as if eager to claim another part of me.

  “Now.” I said it in a low voice, but they heard me. I let them direct this step. Even relaxed and ready, it might be an effort to accept the dual invasion that would join all three of us together.

  Zach began to push inside my sheath as David worked into me from behind. Tissue stretched and heightened the sensation of indescribable fullness. They were slow and careful and penetrated me by inches, giving me time to adjust and accept the reality of two cocks thrusting into me. When they were both inside me all the way, I rested on Zach and blinked back the sting of tears.

  This was what I wanted. The two of them taking me, claiming me, fucking me. Burning out the fever in my blood.

  “All right?” Zach asked the question, his voice rumbling deep in his chest under my ear.

  “No.” I carefully levered myself up to look into his face. “I’m not all right. You’re both too still.”

  Amber fire leaped in his eyes, but he didn’t move. “We don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Hurt me.” I lowered myself back down, caressing his chest with my lips. My voice sounded soft and dreamy in contrast to the words that spilled out to inflame them. “Fuck me so hard I can’t take it. Make me come screaming from the force of David’s cock fucking me from behind while yours fucks me in front.”

  David let out a guttural groan behind me. His cock pulsed in my anal passage. Zach surged up under me, making me take him even deeper, the head of his cock bumping the opening to my womb.

  They began to move and established a rhythm that sent first Zach’s swollen shaft as far inside me as I could take it while David pulled back. Then David thrust forward to fill me while Zach stroked out as far as the knot allowed. The pattern repeated endlessly. Both of them taking turns plunging into me while neither ever left me. They thrust slowly at first, then harder and faster as they caught my feverish response.

  “Yes. Yes. Like that,” I moaned in abandon. “More, Zach. Oh, David. Yes.”

  “Want you.” David’s harsh whisper filled my ear as he drove home, burying himself in me with fierce hunger.

  “I’ll give you more,” Zach gritted, and did with a force that made me gasp.

  My lovers. For this moment they were mine, and I took them into my body, over and over, welcoming the joint claim they made on me. They were mine, and they made me theirs, and I surrendered myself to both of them. Urgency gripped all three of us, escalating into a frenzied mating. Zach’s cock throbbed inside me as orgasm approached. An answering pressure told me David was on the edge, too. Knowing they were both going to spill themselves into me made my inner muscles spasm, and then all of us went together into a white heat.

  I lost time somewhere. When I could hear and see and feel again, I was lying on my belly in the pillows, with Zach and David braced on either side of me. Hands stroked my body, smoothed my hair. Bare flesh warmed me. I swallowed hard and raised my head, finding myself eye to eye with David. “Hey.”

  “Hey.” He kissed the tip of my nose.

  “What happened?” I asked. Then I blushed dark red as I remembered every explicit word I’d said to them and the porn star performance I’d carried out, and added, “I mean, besides the obvious.”

  His face was solemn. “Did you know if you come hard enough you can pass out?”

  I blinked. “No. Did you?”

  “Almost.”

  Zach stroked the nape of my neck in a caress that sent pleasurable shivers down my spine. “You got the brunt of it since you were in the middle,” he said.

  I blew out a breath. “You’re both just trying to make me feel better about swooning like some Victorian maiden.” Of course, any Victorian maiden probably would’ve swooned just imagining today’s events.

  It seemed almost like a fever dream now, surreal. Except that I was still naked. With two naked men touching me as if they had the right. I rolled over so I could look at both of them more easily, and that gave me a wider view of the empty library. “Where’d everybody else go?”

  “Dining room. Jack ordered in dinner.” Zach kissed me, the warm pressure of his lips on mine sending a very nice zing to my center.

  “Is it over?”

  “Yes.” Zach’s hand settled on my belly, caressed, slid lower to cup my mound. David stroked my breasts. My nipples tightened at his touch and my whole body gave a happy sigh of remembered satisfaction.

  “I don’t want either of you to go, yet.”

  Zach petted my tender flesh with gentle fingers. “We’re not going anywhere. Except to the tub. When you’re ready.”

  “Clean up first, then eat?”

  “Yep.”

  We got to our feet and made our way to the waiting tub. I sank in up to my chin with a groan. “That feels so good.”

  Now that I wasn’t sex crazed I could feel a thousand little aches from all that unaccustomed exertion, and every one of them wanted to be soothed.

  “Overdid it, wild thing?” David climbed in and pulled me into his lap.

  “Mm, no. Did it just right.” I kissed his chin, feeling silly with happiness because he was still ther
e, holding me, touching me.

  “Sure?” He ran his hand over the curve of my ass.

  “Sure.” I snuggled closer. “I think I blew out every pleasure receptor in my brain, but it was worth it.”

  Zach moved up behind me to kiss my bare shoulder. His quiet voice struck into my heart like Cupid’s arrow. “No regrets?”

  I felt a pang as that fragile organ felt pierced all over again, buried the reaction, and shook my head. “No.”

  We all washed, helping one another more than we hindered the process, but with plenty of lingering touches. By the time we dried off, I felt composed enough to face dinner with my eleven lovers.

  Somebody had left us clothes. David handed me soft white terry pants with flared legs that rode low on my hips and a matching sleeveless top that left my midriff bare and zipped closed between my breasts.

  “No underwear?” I asked him with the shirt gaping open.

  “No.”

  I shrugged. We’d all be naked again soon to change more than our clothes. Going commando would just save time. David took the bottom of my shirt and matched up the zipper, then pulled the tab up, trailing his hand between my breasts in the process.

  I drew in a breath. “Thanks.”

  I felt Zach’s arm slide around my waist and leaned into him. The guys were shirtless, wearing loose pants. I reached for David’s hand. After a beat of hesitation he gripped my extended fingers, letting me hold his hand while I walked arm in arm with Zach to the dining room.

  Zach seated me and stood with his hands on my shoulders until he was sure I would be okay at the opposite end of the table from him. David released my hand as soon as we came into the room as if formally relinquishing any claim on me.

  My official choice might as well have been announced already, but as far as I could tell, nobody minded. A celebratory mood filled the room and I found the party atmosphere contagious. There was enough food piled on the table to feed an army.

  I looked at my own heaping plate. “I’m supposed to eat all this?” I asked Nathan, since I didn’t trust myself to talk to David.

  “Yes.” He surprised me with his serious expression and the emphatic tone of his voice. “You have to have enough energy to fuel your transformation.”