She squirmed and panted as her intimate flesh parted and stretched around him. At last he was fully in, and Foxglove let her nether lips close around the base of his cock. He moaned when Foxglove twisted Rienne’s hips a little as if he was making sure she was as far down as she could go. She shuddered and held on to Foxglove’s wrists as he lifted her a little and slammed her back down.
“See, baby?” Foxglove whispered against her shoulder, still working her up and down Shiloh’s shaft. “Shiloh is fucking you, and I’m not jealous. You look so beautiful. Rock for us a bit now.” He helped her twist her hips in a slow, sensual sway. “That’s it… Do it again… Take him deep.”
Shiloh reached back and grabbed the headboard to prevent himself from grabbing her. The urge to roll her under him and pound into her until he came was almost unbearable. But, it would end things too quickly, and he was completely fascinated with watching Foxglove master the woman fucking him. A gritty moan escaped him when Foxglove’s fingers squeezed around his cock as she lifted up and then followed his dripping shaft as she sank back down. The erotic torture continued for several minutes, leaving all three of them trembling with lust.
Rienne’s slick juices dripped down his thick stalk, thoroughly moistening Foxglove’s hand and pooling in the coarse curls of Shiloh’s pubic hair.
The fingers wrapped around his throbbing organ disappeared. Rienne shook and let out a keening cry as Shiloh felt Foxglove slide his wet fingers into her ass and rub Shiloh’s cock through the thin membrane.
He reached up to cradle her against him when Foxglove pushed her forward. Her teeth sank into his shoulder, and she let out a thin, gritty whine as he felt Foxglove slowly inch his rod into her ass. Burying his mouth in her hair, he reached down and cupped his hands over Foxglove’s where they were gripping and parting her buttocks. Meeting Foxglove’s gaze he smiled slowly. “So sexy,” he murmured into Rienne’s hair. “I wish you could see him, Rienne. Mmm, so wet and tight around me. I can feel Foxglove’s cock against mine.”
All three of them groaned as Foxglove fully seated himself.
“Hurts,” Rienne whimpered against his chest.
He pulled her face up and kissed her with slow hunger. “It’ll get better, baby, just relax and let Foxglove do his work.” Above him Foxglove sighed as he pulled out slightly and eased back in.
Rienne writhed, breasts crushed against Shiloh’s chest. Her breath came out in soft, eager sounds as Foxglove repeated his slow withdrawal and insertion. The smaller man set his hands on Rienne’s shoulders, caressing and stroking as he held her in place. Gradually he increased his pace.
Shiloh cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples rhythmically as Foxglove’s assault worked her back and forth on his embedded cock. The expression of tortured pleasure on her face mesmerized him. “So beautiful,” he whispered, cupping her face and drawing her down to him for a slow kiss, tasting Foxglove on her lips. He reached between their bodies and stroked her swollen clit. “I can’t wait to get this tender bud between my teeth,” he growled into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you come on my face like warm rain.”
She shuddered against him in response, her core clenching like a velvet-lined vise around his erection.
Foxglove groaned and increased the speed of his hips. “Gods, I can’t—” He writhed, plastering himself along Rienne’s back after a final, hard, grinding thrust that made Rienne keen between them.
Shiloh’s breath hissed out of clenched teeth as he felt Foxglove swell on the other side of the thin barrier separating them and then begin to twitch and jerk in a rapid-fire orgasm. He gritted his teeth as he helplessly followed, hips bucking into the wet warmth of the woman above him. He pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed it hard, driving her into following them.
Foxglove collapsed, crushing Rienne against Shiloh’s chest as the three of them panted. After a minute the smaller man groaned and slowly withdrew from Rienne, forcing a throaty moan from her. He curled himself against Shiloh’s side and sighed with repletion.
Shiloh curved his arm around Foxglove, completely relaxed as Rienne nuzzled his chest and licked a still-hard nipple. A tremor shook him as her teeth gently scraped across the firm bud before lazily sucking it. He rubbed her back as her soft mouth and hands gently explored him. Glancing at Foxglove, he had to smile at the other male’s thoroughly satisfied expression.
Rienne fell into an exhausted sleep several minutes later still straddling him. Shiloh shivered as his now limp penis slid out of her with a wet sound. The warm fluid of his claiming dripped from her sex, mixing with the moisture already dampening his groin.
Foxglove sat up slowly and kissed Rienne’s shoulder. Fine-boned hands caressed her gently, making her sigh in her sleep. “Isn’t she perfect, Shiloh?” he asked in a wondering voice.
“Yes,” Shiloh agreed quietly. Privately he thought the same of Foxglove. “A little sneaky with those kisses, weren’t you?”
Foxglove smiled impishly. “She was so nervous, but she wanted you. It just relaxes her a bit and lowers her inhibitions. I would never hurt her.”
Shiloh gently lifted the sleeping woman and laid her beside him. She wrinkled her nose and murmured unhappily for a moment before sinking back to sleep.
He propped himself up on an elbow and traced his fingers around her sleep softened nipples. Lying back in the pillows, he stretched, feeling satisfied for the moment. Foxglove straddled his shins and bent to lick Shiloh’s flaccid penis with an exploring tongue. Gently threading his fingers in the smaller man’s curls, he massaged Foxglove’s scalp, content to simply enjoy the wet strokes and nibbles.
After a bit Foxglove flowed up his body and rested full-length against Shiloh. He folded his arms and rested his chin on his hands. “You realize Dandy and Thistle will probably make a move on Rienne soon too, don’t you?”
Shiloh smiled, rubbing his hands up and down his new lover. “Mmm. We’ll worry about that later. I’m too happy right now to fuss over something which may or may not happen.” Pulling Foxglove up his chest with a grip on his buttocks, Shiloh kissed the small fey. “Think we can talk Rienne into staying home and in bed today?”
Foxglove smiled and shook his head. “She’ll want to process. Besides, we really need the new mattresses.”
“Well then,” Shiloh said, “I’ll just have to content myself with you.” He rolled Foxglove under him intending to prove just what he meant.
* * * *
Rienne came back into the bedroom, tucking her shirt into the waistband of her jeans. Feeling refreshed from her shower and the sex that had come with it, she stretched. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched her lovers pleasure each other. It was a beautiful sight, erotic and tender at the same time.
Foxglove’s pleased acceptance of Shiloh eased something in her. A good portion of the tension she had been carrying left her. Tilting her head from side to side, she stretched the muscles in her neck. She knew intellectually he had wanted Shiloh too, but seeing his arousal at having both of them together in bed made her realize he truly didn’t mind her taking another lover.
Although, she had a feeling he wouldn’t be very pleased if her lover hadn’t wanted him as well.
She smiled fondly down at her sneaky fey lover. Shiloh had made sure Foxglove told her about fey nectar and the effects of Foxglove’s drugging kisses. She couldn’t find it in herself to be angry, because she knew he wouldn’t use his kiss to force her to do something she truly didn’t want to. The sensual heat it brought on made taking another lover much easier, she admitted to herself.
“Haven’t you two gotten enough yet?” she asked with a chuckle.
Shiloh’s golden-green eyes gleamed with contented arousal as he shook his head leisurely.
Foxglove’s purplish-red curls spread across Shiloh’s tanned hip in a sensuous blanket as the smaller man lazily sucked Shiloh’s thick cock. The richly colored design of Foxglove’s moth wing tattoos glowed in the golden sunlight pouring l
ike liquid honey from the window. One of Shiloh’s hands was buried in Foxglove’s hair, gently kneading the other man’s scalp and neck while Shiloh murmured his appreciation.
The slow, easy nature of their movements showed her neither of the men was feeling an urgent need to orgasm. If anything they appeared to be wallowing in the amatory delight of touching each other.
She brushed Foxglove’s hair to the other side so she could see his flickering tongue tease the engorged purple head just between his lips. Unable to resist the tempting sight she stretched out beside him and tangled her tongue with his, kissing him and Shiloh at the same time. She was rewarded by a hum of pleasure from both men.
After enjoying the clean, slightly salty taste of Shiloh’s precum for a moment, she turned and pressed delicate kisses along his hip. She peeked up at him and smiled when he slid his other hand into her hair.
He tugged her up until she rested against his chest and kissed her with languid desire. His hand slid from her hair to curl around her waist as his tongue pierced her lips with voluptuous forays and jabs.
She moaned as her core tightened and moistened again. Regretfully she pulled back, licking her lips to savor his taste. “I have to go,” she said softly.
“Stay,” he whispered, pulling her back to him for another sizzling kiss.
“I can’t.” She sat up again. “If I don’t meet Cass downstairs, she’ll be up here with a camera taking pictures for her and Dar’s spank bank.” Lightly running her nails across one of his nipples, she paused as it drew tight under her fingers. Licking her lips, she bent her head to lave it with her tongue. She loved his nipples.
Foxglove left Shiloh’s cock long enough to kiss her good-bye, thrusting his tongue aggressively into her mouth and sharing the taste of Shiloh’s semen with her. “Hurry back, love,” he whispered against her lips. “I may not leave any for you.” He returned to his sensual task, gaze still locked with hers.
She groaned. “Not fair.” With a sigh of disappointment, she stood and left the room.
* * * *
Dusk was settling in the sky by the time she got back home. Tiredly stretching her neck, she turned off the truck’s engine and climbed out. Cass had run her ragged today. They had stopped at so many stores she couldn’t remember them all. It seemed Cass had a shopping list as long as her arm in addition to the things Rienne needed. Good thing we took my truck instead of Cass’s car, she thought.
After pausing to set her purse on the table next to the door, she wandered into the kitchen for a snack before she started unloading the truck. Thorn and Bramble were sitting at the small kitchen table. Glasses of milk and an open jar of cookies sat between them. A mostly empty pan of lasagna sat on the stove. She had put several pans together a week ago and stuck them in the freezer. It looked like the guys had found them.
“Hey, guys,” she said, sinking into a chair and grabbing a cookie.
“Hi, Rienne. How was your shopping expedition?” Thorn asked politely.
“It was good. I got a bunch of stuff for the house.” She munched on the cookie and smiled gratefully when Bramble pushed his glass of milk toward her. “Thank you. You should have seen Cass,” she said with a laugh. “She bought one of those fancy single-cup coffeemakers and kept petting the box all the way home. I’m pretty sure she also got a lifetime supply of frou-frou coffee as well. I told her if she started hissing ‘my precious,’ I was kicking her out of the truck.”
They chuckled appreciatively at the mental picture she drew.
“You look beat, honey,” Bramble said in his melodious dark voice. “Why don’t you go soak in the hot spring? Thorn and I can get Shiloh and Foxglove to unload the truck for you. Dandy and Thistle are around here somewhere too.”
“Okay,” Rienne replied. Now that she was home and sitting down, weariness was sweeping over her. “You guys moving in too?” she asked as she stretched a kink out of her neck. She didn’t know them as well as she did some of the other small fey. They had always held themselves more distant than the others, but she liked them. They had a quiet steadiness that appealed to her. It was as if they knew exactly who they were, what their place in the world was, and they owned it.
“If you don’t mind,” Thorn said cautiously.
“Nope.” She finished her cookie and took a sip of milk. “I got a memory foam mattress we can cut up for the apartments. Thistle said there weren’t any in there. Oh, and some really nice fabric and these little down-filled pouches. Cass and I are going to try to make some bed linens and duvets. Anything else you think you guys will need in there?”
Thorn shook his head. “No, we just need to do a bunch of cleaning in them. Thank you for thinking of us. We will look forward to the linens.”
She nodded and stood. “Thanks, guys, I’ll see you later. The hot spring is calling me.” Pausing at the door, she turned back. “Do you know if Amy and Bess got moved in okay?”
“Yes, they are in their room. We will take mattresses up to them first so they can make their beds.” Bramble shooed her out of the room. “Go relax. We’ve got everything under control.”
She patted him on the shoulder as she passed. “Thank you.”
Inside the conservatory she flipped on a couple lights and stripped down to her underwear before sliding into the hot water with a moan of delight. The navy lace boyshorts and matching demicup bra hid more than most bathing suits so she wasn’t worried if someone came in. Submerging her body to the neck, she stretched out and half floated in the sulfur-scented water.
After a bit Sorrow noticed she was there and flew down to the edge of the pool and peeped softly while she chewed on a Brazilian nut.
As she play a game of tug-of-war with Sorrow with a rope toy the parrot brought her, she thought about the conversation she and Cass had had on the ferry ride to the mainland.
“I don’t see anything wrong with you having multiple lovers, Rienne,” Cass had said quietly. “All of us have urges that correspond with our animal side. I could always smell if there was something wrong with the men I dated, and my mongoose rebelled if they pushed for sex. She didn’t want babies from a male who wasn’t completely healthy. From what you’ve told me, a queen bee is driven to mate with several males to ensure a healthy genetic pool, so why wouldn’t you need the same thing? Sex isn’t something our family is ashamed of, did you forget that?”
Rienne shrugged. “But, we aren’t just our animals. We have to deal with human society.”
Cass was quiet for a moment. She turned in the seat and faced Rienne. “How much of what you said is about society and how much is because of what Tyler did to you? Besides, it’s not like we are living in a traditional human society on the island. I know what you were like before you got involved with Tyler. You dated several men at a time and were honest with all of them.”
Rienne stared down at her hands as she told Cass what Tyler had said.
“That’s such bullshit,” Cass declared scathingly.
She looked up at her cousin, startled by the anger in her voice.
“If he was even remotely worried,” Cass continued, “he could have worn a condom. I bet he didn’t because he knew we don’t catch sexually transmitted diseases. It was just another weapon he used to hurt you.” She held Rienne’s hand tightly. “If Shiloh and Foxglove make you happy, that’s all that matters. If Dandy and Thistle make you happy too, go for it. I’ve got your back, and I’d still love you even if you were screwing so many men you went bow-legged. Stop trying to be something you aren’t. Because I think who you are is great. And, Helja is gonna be green with envy. Bonus!”
Rienne laughed. “Yeah. Yeah, she is.”
Rienne sank into a light half doze as the ache in her feet and calves eased. Talking with Cass had helped more than she thought it had. She still felt some anxiety about her men, but it wasn’t the all-consuming fear it had been. Maybe she just needed to know her cousin wasn’t going to turn from her in disgust. Having so many members of her family treating her wa
rily when she left Tyler must have hurt her more than she had known. Cass’s support gave her some measure of confidence to breathe and heal. Something she hadn’t consciously realized she needed.
Most of the family thought Cass floated passively through her life. She didn’t worry about a career or have a drive to succeed. She seemed to just stroll along with an easy, take-life-as-it-comes attitude. But, there was a core of tempered steel running down her spine. Cass would bend and flow with the punches life threw at her until it came to something she truly cared about. Then, there was no moving her.
Rienne was finally seeing that she was one of those things Cass wouldn’t bend on. She was family, and Cass loved her. Period.
Another crack in her heart sealed.
Sometime later she heard the men crunching along the gravel path toward the pool. She smiled sleepily as all six came into view carrying carafes of wine and goblets. They shed their clothing easily before sliding into the water nude. Right behind them were Amy and Bess, bearing plates of sliced fruit and cheese.
She murmured a soft protest as Thistle slid behind her and cradled her body in his lap. The protest died a quick death as he began massaging her hands while Dandy pulled her feet into his lap and began rubbing them. “Okay, I give you guys about a year to stop that,” she said with a smile.
There were soft chuckles as everyone else leaned back and relaxed in the pool. Thorn poured wine and passed the glasses around.
She sipped the wine and smiled as Foxglove tempted Sorrow with a chunk of melon. The parrot cackled with glee when he let her have it and gnawed on the juicy treat. Her pet seemed thrilled with the company, making Rienne realize just how little time she had spent with the poor bird lately.
She let her head fall back against Thistle’s shoulder and closed her eyes, listening to the soft conversation flowing around her. Dandy’s foot massage lulled her back into a light doze.
She woke as Amy and Bess were exiting the pool. Wrapping towels around their smooth, toned bodies, they said their good nights and left.
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