by R. E. Butler
I squeezed his cheeks and gave him a light slap. "I love your ass, too."
His eyes darkened and he scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the bathroom. "When I catalog your gorgeous features later," he said as he turned on the shower, "I'm going to use my tongue. Fair warning."
I shivered and leaned against him. "I love your fair warnings." They were always just teasing enough to make me hot.
When the water was just right, he pushed the curtain back for me, holding my hand as I stepped inside. The old-fashioned claw-footed tub had a black fabric shower curtain that ran around it entirely. Showering together was something I hadn't ever done with a man before. In my old life, I hadn't had more than a few casual relationships, what Lynk and Tavian told me amounted to "fuck buddies" and nothing more, and I had never lived with any men I'd been intimate with. I found the sight of Lynk and Tavian slick with water and veiled in steam irresistible, but then again, I found them irresistible entirely dry and fully clothed.
Water streamed down his shoulders as he backed under the spray, wetting his long, dark hair before shifting places with me. We washed our hair in silence, staring at each other with unspoken heat and lust, and when I'd rinsed the vanilla shampoo from my hair, he slid next to me and I moved forward so he could rinse off.
Vanilla was one of my favorite scents, and they didn't seem to mind using the products themselves. There was something about smelling vanilla on them that made my body tighten reflexively. I upended the bottle of vanilla body wash over my hand and gave it to Tavian who squeezed a generous amount onto the palm of his hand. Before I could put my hands on myself, he put his hands on me, sliding his lathered fingers in swirling motions. I copied him, tracing the contours of his body with my soapy hands, lost in the play of the suds on his skin.
"Enough," he growled, a smile curling his lips as he turned me around. He pushed my legs apart and pressed himself close, his cock resting in the cleft of my ass. His soapy hands moved across my arms to my shoulders, pushing my hair to one side before sliding down my back. When his hands came around to my stomach, he played his fingers there before moving them up to cup my breasts.
"I love your body, yanna. Always so hot and tempting."
He nuzzled under my ear kissed the space behind and I sighed at the contact. "It's just because you love me so well."
"When you said you wanted to shower, I think you weren't really talking about showering, were you?" His fingers teased lightly across my skin.
"Now what would make you say that?" I asked as innocently as I could.
He snorted lightly, not believing me for an instant, as his fingers and thumb squeezed my nipples lightly, the contact making them swell and harden further. "Perhaps because of these little hard points here?" I let my head fall back against his shoulder. His hands moved down my belly that was quivering now in anticipation. "Or maybe it's this delicious belly that tightens for me?"
One finger slid between my legs, smoothing over my throbbing clit. "Or this very tight bud here?"
"Tav," I breathed, "Tav, please."
One of his hands pressed flat against my belly and the other disappeared behind me, and I felt him guiding himself into me. "Please what, love?"
"Please fuck me, please." I groaned, leaning forward and wrapping my hands around the insulated water pipes.
He worked himself into me from behind, and when he was sheathed completely, he grasped both my hips with his hands and growled possessively. Pumping in and out of me, he kissed and bit my shoulder, enough to leave light marks. I vaguely heard the sound of clothes dropping on the floor outside of the shower and Lynk opened the curtain slightly. "May I join the party?"
"She hasn't come yet," Tavian said, shifting his hips upwards at the end of each stroke into me, driving soft cries from my mouth. The curtain opened further and Lynk climbed into the shower in front of me, sitting underneath me. He slid his long fingers up the outside of my legs, kissing across my skin.
Tavian grabbed a fistful of my hair and held it tightly in his hand, giving me a gentle shake. "Say hello to your husband, yanna."
"Lynk," I groaned as his thumbs parted my heated flesh and his tongue snaked out to flick against my clit as Tavian increased his thrusts. I met Lynk's eyes, those heated dark brown pools of pleasure, as he dropped one hand and fisted his cock, holding my pussy open with the fingers of his other hand while Tavian fucked me hard. My body lit up with pleasure at the differing sensations, Tavian's ruthless pounding into my pussy and Lynk's light and fast tongue flicks and suckling. My stomach clenched in waves as pleasure speared through me like lightning. My body throbbed and pulsed with the coming wave of climax and I whimpered and writhed as Tavian speared me and Lynk held me captive with his talented mouth.
"Ah, fuck, she's going to come, Lynk," Tavian growled, pumping faster, gripping my hip with bruising force. I came apart, flying higher than ever before, crying out both of their names again and again as Tavian pumped harder until he came while he growled my name and sank his teeth into my shoulder and Lynk grunted his release, resting his forehead on my hip.
Tavian pulled out of me slowly and lowered me down onto Lynk's lap when my knees buckled and I couldn't stop shivering. Tavian sat down behind me with a satisfied groan, leaning backwards enough that the shower spray hit the lower half of his body.
Lynk kissed my forehead, smoothing my wet hair back from my face. I smiled up at him dreamily, hovering between wanting to go again and wanting to fall asleep. Lynk took charge, as usual, by saying, "Let's get cleaned up and out of the shower."
I felt Tavian press a warm wet cloth to my body, cleaning me with gentle care, before he stood up and rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. Lynk helped me up as he stood, turning under the water that had gone cool as I moved out of the shower and onto the thick dark rug.
"That was better than going back to sleep." I declared as I wrapped a towel around myself.
Lynk laughed from inside the shower and pushed the water off. "That's one hell of a compliment, brother." He opened the curtain and took the towel I held out for him.
"For both of us," Tavian smiled, pulling me into his arms and holding me against his towel wrapped body. I was amazed once more how comfortable they were with each other now. That first day, when things had been so tense between them, I had worried I would destroy their family. But now...things were sweet and well balanced between them, and I was falling more in love with them every day.
That day, I watched them extend our tent to make it larger and more comfortable for the three of us. Eventually, when we had children, they would section off an area of the tent where our bed lay so that we could have privacy. For now, our bed sat at the back of the tent, a pretty wrought iron bed that Lynk had made before we got married officially. The supplies he had ordered turned out to be building supplies that were delivered to a PO Box in the nearest town where the den picked up their mail every few days. I held hammers and screwdrivers for my husbands and watched them work together. It wasn't long before some other members of the den, including their brother Axe who was an accomplished craftsman, came to help. I marveled at the sense of family that surrounded the den, and the ease at which I'd been accepted.
When Elizabeth came down into the den carrying both babies on her hips, I took little Setimika in my arms and cooed at him and we watched our men and their friends work. It was a wonderful day.
When we had first settled into the den life, it was a world so unlike anything I'd ever known. Now, I was happily ensconced in the sweet communing that living with the were-bears provided, like one big extended family. Just inside the hide tent, I had everything I could possibly need, more love and affection than one person had a right to, but I wasn't complaining. Some day, and I hoped it would be soon, I would give my husbands the children that we all desired, and the thought thrilled me and filled me with sweet longing.
One day I would carry children that would be both nymph and bear, and no matter what, they'd be well loved w
ithin the den. There was no sweeter feeling in the world I was sure, then being held in the arms of my husbands, listening to their whispered promises of love and pleasure.
The End
From the author: I hope you enjoyed Lynk and Tavian's story, and the fairy world I brought to their doorstep. If you haven't read the first three stories in the series, check them out!
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The Wolf's Mate Book 1: Jason & Cadence
The Wolf's Mate Book 2: Linus & The Angel
The Wolf's Mate Book 3: Callie & The Cats
The Necklace Chronicles
The Tribe's Bride
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Coming Soon:
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Coming Soon - A Bead of Blood, Book 5 in the Wiccan-Were-Bear Novella Series
Vampire Sabrina Chalice has spent the last few decades righting wrongs within the vampire community as a Hunter. When she stops a vampire-run, illegal were-animal fighting ring, she finds herself head over fangs for a were-bear named Griegs.
One hot moment leads to a connection that neither anticipated, and the solitary Hunter finds herself elbow deep in a bear den, surrounded by love and acceptance. As Griegs makes amends and pulls Sabrina into his furry world, she’s happier than she’s ever been in her long life.
Warning: this story contains a sexy vampire that hunts other vampires, a were-bear that needs forgiveness, tent-ruining hot sex, and hatchet-burying apologies that will melt your heart.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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