Which meant the divine feminine was present in her.
Which meant…she wasn’t sure what it meant, but it felt good. If the divine feminine was part of her and she was part of it, she was exactly what she was supposed to be. She could let go of those last lingering fears of being a freak.
Deck and Kyle had been telling her that all along, but the warm connection made it easier to believe.
Deck climbed onto the bed and knelt next to her head. Kyle balanced him, getting onto the bed by her feet.
In near-perfect synchronization, they began to kiss and stroke her body. Deck started at the crown of her head, kissing the crown, massaging her scalp, planting tiny, sweet kisses all over her face. Kyle kissed and sucked each toe in turn, a ticklish but delicious sensation. Pressed his face against her instep. Kissed, rubbed, caressed until her feet felt alive. Loved. Beautiful.
And as he did that, Deck kept on covering her face with kisses. Her ears. Her jawline. Everywhere.
She was aroused, and became more so as Kyle moved up her body and Deck moved down. But the touch conveyed so much beyond sexual desire. An image of her own body took form in Meaghan’s mind, not the kind of image that a sighted person would have, but an image of light and energy, aura given form.
And as that image formed, she realized she was beautiful. Or at least Deck and Kyle thought she was beautiful, and that was essentially the same thing. If they approved, it hardly mattered what others thought.
Each kiss, each caress inflamed her, the ones on her calves and her forearms as much as those on her nipples and vulva. Each kiss and caress healed her.
When the men reached each other in the middle of her body, they kissed, and she felt the kiss as if they kissed her. Felt their love, felt their passion.
Deck continued down. Kyle worked his way up. And when every inch of her front had been brought to life, the men rolled her over and continued their attention on her back. And with each touch, each kiss, she sensed how they saw her.
Strong despite her petite body and her illness. Visionary despite her blindness. Beautiful inside and out.
Theirs, as they were hers, and even if she were dumb enough to walk away, that wasn’t changing.
She didn’t know when she began crying with joy, but by the time Deck whispered to Kyle, “She’s ready. The energy’s peaking,” she was sobbing and laughing, aching with arousal and yet completely satisfied.
“And you know what that means, Kyle?” Deck continued. “It’s time to make our Meaghan come. Roll over now.”
Floating on wave after wave of arousal, it wouldn’t have taken much for Meaghan to climax. Deck’s fingers filling her slick pussy and Kyle’s clever tongue on her clit were more than enough.
But what really pushed her over the edge was Deck’s voice, rough with love and passion, saying, “Come for us, my heart. Our heart. Come now and know.”
Their three auras blended into one colorful whole in her mind. She crashed like a great wave onto the shore, but like the wave, she rolled back whole.
She knew all the places she’d been damaged and saw that Deck and Kyle didn’t care. The magic she and Deck and Kyle had called claimed her scars and her fears and her illness and her painful visions and her water magic that didn’t quite work like a Donovan’s and embraced them all.
So she finally could.
As she did, she came again, another great wave of pleasure that made her cry out incoherently.
And after the initial hoarse cry, as she still wept and her body still quivered, she said, “I know now. I know who I am. And you. You are both so beautiful. So perfect in all your imperfections. I love you both.”
Neither of the men came with her, but Deck sobbed unabashedly and she knew some old wounds were healing and it hurt, but in a wondrous way.
And Kyle laughed. Laughed as if he’d been freed from chains of silence he didn’t know he bore until they were gone.
Once the crying and the laughter and the sense of swimming in pleasure eased up and their brilliant combined auras began to dim and separate, Deck said, “I think that ritual qualifies as a success.” He sounded a bit sniffly but more confident than Meaghan was used to hearing him sound, except about sex.
“Yeah,” Kyle said dreamily. “But do you guys really think I could get into Stanford? I swore I heard that.”
Deck chuckled. “Of course. But I hope you find someplace closer. We don’t want to lose our otter for months at a time. Do we, Meaghan?”
“Hell no! And do you think maybe I could get some education too? I mean after I have a legal identity again, because I’m pretty sure the world thinks Meaghan Lindsay Clifton is dead.”
“If my parents and Uncle Dermott can get a SEAL team on short notice, they can take care of that little problem. After what you’ve been through, a GED and college should seem easy.” Deck lazily moved the fingers that were still inside her and she gasped. “But right now, I think we have other things to do.”
A good chunk of Meaghan’s brain was still fuzzy from the ritual and from pleasure. Relaxed and languid, she let the two men arrange her. She ended up on her hands and knees, Deck between her legs, Kyle kneeling in front of her, his cock near her mouth. “Is this all right?” Kyle asked. “Asking you to suck me, that is? I’ll try not to be too rough.”
“Yes,” she said, and meant it with all her heart and cunt. “And don’t hold back on my account. If you’re too rough, I’ll grab some water from the ocean and dump it on your head.”
“Normally I’d say bite him,” Deck commented, “but he might like that.”
She wanted to respond with a sassy remark of her own, but Deck began rubbing his cock over her swollen clit and slick, sensitized opening and the sassy remarks fled her mind. She mewled and licked her lips, pushing her hips back toward Deck. He entered her with a groan and as he did, Meaghan opened her mouth to Kyle.
She licked at his head. He tasted like the ocean. He tasted like life, and like Deck’s magic and her own. His fingers tangled in her hair and that felt as wonderful as Deck’s firm grip on her hips, his hard cock buried deep inside her.
The two men began to move.
Sensation overwhelmed her. Meaghan had never had sex in this position before. It felt primal, almost animalistic. Deep penetration, very deep, and each stroke tugged on her pussy lips and indirectly stimulated her clit.
She was glad Shaw had never taken her this way, because it would have been taking, with him, and that would be one more thing to get past. But she could feel Deck’s love surrounding her—and Deck’s fingers on her clit didn’t hurt either.
And Kyle’s cock in her mouth felt…well, it felt awkward but exciting. Fellatio was still clumsy, especially since she couldn’t use her hands to wrest a measure of control. But while some of Kyle’s thrusts were deep and hard, they never crossed the line. He used one hand on the back of her head to guide her movements, but it seemed as much for her pleasure as his, making sure he didn’t choke her.
And with the other hand, he caressed her face, her throat, her breasts. Tenderness flowed from that touch, tenderness and love, and to her surprise, awe.
Still linked by the ritual, Meaghan sensed that Kyle felt possessive and dominant toward her, yet the dominance made him almost humble. He wanted to be worthy of her, wanted to be able to protect and care for her without stifling her, wanted to get playfully rough and toppy with her without harming her. And he was stunned that with her history, she trusted him to do so.
She couldn’t see his smile, but she felt it.
Felt Deck’s joy when he saw it.
And knew that Deck reached over her body to stroke Kyle’s face. It was easy to pick up on the movement, but she could sense exactly where Deck touched the other man.
Maybe Deck’s shift of position drove him deeper into her, but she thought it was the three-way connection that drove Meaghan over
the edge. As her pussy grasped Deck’s cock, his hips pumped harder, faster, keeping her orgasm going as he pushed himself to climax.
Deck growled, “Yes! Now. Oh Powers…”
As if on command—and maybe it was—Kyle’s come flooded Meaghan’s mouth.
For the first time ever, a man’s seed tasted good. Tasted right. Tasted like love and sex and magic.
Tasted like home, because Kyle was home, and so was Deck.
A door opened in her mind and light poured in.
She couldn’t see the light, not really, but she felt its protective warmth and at the same time its cool remoteness. Every cell in her body sang.
The Lord and Lady were real, and probably Trickster too, because this was weird and off-kilter and wonderful and scary all at once, like she’d imagine something Trickster touched would be. Like Akane, only vaster and grander.
Love filled her, but not simply mortal love like she felt for Deck and Kyle. Love that encompassed every atom in her body and every atom of everything in the universe. Love that held her spirit dear, but also the spirits of everything else, including rocks and individual grains of sand and microorganisms that lived in the steam vents in the deepest parts of the ocean. A vast presence, not impersonal, but too personal, too overwhelming, to be grasped. A connection with everything that was also too big to grasp.
She tried anyway. Failed.
Found herself back to being one naked human being with two other wonderful beings naked with her.
Which was as awesome in its own right as that moment of cosmic awareness.
“I just… Wow…” Words deserted her completely, but she had to say something.
She swore she felt Deck smile. “I know. I got it too. Once in a while the big door opens and this world and the Otherside and everything in the universe pop in to say hello. And then it stops, hopefully before your brain explodes.”
Kyle just laughed.
“Unless you’re a dual,” Deck continued, “in which case you’re subconsciously tuned in to the Lord and the Lady and Trickster all the damn time.”
“Which is why humans are scared of us and also think we’re crazy. They may be right about the crazy part.”
Donovans really were magic. Just when they’d managed to disentangle from each other’s bodies and start contemplating reality, someone knocked on the door. Jan’s familiar voice said, “I’ve left two pizzas outside the door when you’re ready for it. We’ll see you later.”
After they’d finished destroying the already wrecked bed by feeding each other pizza, Deck said, “Now what?”
“Ice cream?” Meaghan suggested sleepily. Ice cream sounded really good.
“We deserve a major celebration. Not just ice cream, although the idea has merit. But come on. We’ve survived taking on the bad guys on their own turf, major injuries, fire, flood, lightning, insane experimental subjects and seriously bad magic,” Deck said.
“Not to mention our own magic going crazy,” Meaghan added. She tried to remember the escape, but much of it had become a surreal jumble in her mind. “I’m pretty sure you caused an earthquake.”
Deck snorted. “A minor one. Didn’t even make the news.”
“Probably because the new Agency scandal was taking all the airtime.” Kyle’s voice was mock smug. “We did it. I mean, the Donovans overall did it, but the three of us finished it. So what now? I agree we deserve a celebration. What do you have in mind?”
Deck smiled, and it was a smile that even Meaghan could see because it lit up his aura. “How about we all get married?”
Meaghan squealed, “Yes! Yes!” and threw herself at Deck. Then she blinked. “Can we do that, all three of us? There are big gaps in my education but I don’t think it works that way.”
“Not legally,” Deck conceded. “I can’t even marry Kyle legally in a lot of states, let alone both of you. But the legal part’s just paperwork. The magic is in the ceremony.”
“If you just proposed, I’m all for marrying you both as soon as possible,” Kyle said. “And I may be the first otter ever to say those words. But when you say the wedding ceremony is magic, is that just you feeling romantic?”
“All weddings have a touch of magic to them,” Deck said, “but Donovan ceremonies are rituals that bind our spirits together, more than they already are. And even though you’ve already said yes, I’ll have to propose all over again. The magic starts with a formal proposal that I’ll have to look up because it’s really, really long.”
“How long?”
“I may have to tie Kyle up to get him to sit still for the whole thing.”
“In that case,” Kyle said, wrapping himself lithely around both of them, “you might need to propose two or three times, to make sure you get it right.”
Meaghan had all kinds of things she wanted to say but she started with the most direct, if not the simplest.
She kissed Deck, long and deep, opening to ocean and earth and lightning, opening to all the nuances of Deck she’d learned already or glimpsed during the ritual.
Then she turned her attention to Kyle, tasting ocean and fur, light and dark, playfulness and seriousness; his personal knife edge between dominance and submission, tenderness and violence. His hands knotted in her hair, a sudden thrill of positive pain, loving control, then let go.
“It’s all right,” she soothed. “I won’t break.” Then she smiled and added, “And while I’ll be happy to explore your tied-up body…I’d also love to have you tie me up sometime.”
“You trust me that much?” Kyle sounded incredulous.
As if she hadn’t just seen into his soul. Knew how much he needed this, and also how careful he’d be for fear of doing harm.
There was only one way to answer—with his own words. “With everything I am. Both of you, with everything I am.”
A Duals and Donovans Dictionary
Agency, The: arm of the US Government dedicated to monitoring Differents with the aim of protecting the normy majority.
Animalside: a dual’s animal form, in general.
Different: any sentient being who isn’t a standard-issue human. Includes duals, witches, shamans, sorcerers, kitsune and manitou, among others, as well as extraplanar visitors, such as fae and demons.
Dual: a shapeshifter. Duals’ shape-shifting ability is an inherited genetic trait, and while they look like humans when not in their animal forms, they are a separate species.
Fae: powerful and unpredictable beings from another plane who occasionally visit—and mess with—this plane.
Kitsune: immortal fox shapeshifters.
Lady, The: the feminine face of the Powers.
Lord, The: the masculine face of the Powers.
Manitou (plural: manitou): a North American spirit of nature and fertility. Unlike most Differents, manitou can have children with other species.
Normy: a human with no Different abilities. The vast majority of humans are normies.
Otherside: Another plane of existence, where the dead go when they leave this plane, and, some say, where physical manifestations of the Powers dwell. Some witches and shamans can travel between this world and the Otherside, as can kitsune and certain other beings.
Powers, The: the divine Powers as conceived by duals, witches and most other Differents. See also Lady, Lord and Trickster.
Shaman: human (usually) Different whose magic, aided by one or more spirit guides, works with natural forces and illusion to “comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable”.
Silentspeech (verb: to silentspeak): telepathic communication used by duals in both animalside and wordside form. Incorporates visual and other sensory images, as well as words; the balance depends on which form the dual is in.
Sorcerer: human Different whose magic is based on imposing his/her will on other beings, often using words to ensnare. While there is a
genetic marker for sorcery, the powers cannot be used without training, although untrained sorcerers are often persuasive talkers.
Trickster: androgynous, shape-shifting and productively chaotic, this aspect of the Powers personifies growth, change and transformation (often through painful lessons). Duals and shamans are considered children of Trickster.
Witch: human Differents whose innate magical abilities are focused with often complex spells. Witch magic is genetic and will manifest even without training. Witches work in harmony with natural energies.
Witch-sight: Witches’ ability to see magic and life energy in all beings.
Wordside: a dual’s humanlike form, so called because the animalside thinks more in images. Don’t ever call the wordside the “human” side where a dual can hear you!
About the Author
Teresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories in kindergarten, and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica, she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer, but BDSM-spiced contemporaries and hot paranormals are her favorites. Lately she’s found science-fiction romance offers new outlets for her creativity, so at any given moment she may be working on the Donovan family’s next wild adventure, creating sexy dominants and the smart women who submit to them—but to no one else—or figuring out the logistics of low-gravity lovemaking.
Her favorite nonwriting job was working at an aquarium, because she could spend hours watching the resident otters at play. Thanks to this job, she can also testify that penguins are incredibly amorous and very vocal about it. Despite their high libidos, she has no plans to include penguin duals in any future Duals and Donovans stories.
Teresa is a bit of a crunchy-granola girl who enjoys belly dance, yoga, medieval re-creation, playing in the ocean, cooking and growing more vegetables than she and her husband can possibly eat. Originally from the Finger Lakes region of New York, where it rains even more than it does in the Donovan family’s native Oregon, she shares her home in Southern Massachusetts with her husband, a Leo who works in law enforcement, and two overstuffed cats. She and her husband often plan vacations around food, history and/or proximity to water.
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