“Oh God, yes. More. Please.”
Her whole body got in on the action as Lakota’ hands explored her body and his mouth left his mark on her flesh.
“Mmm, that’s it, Derria,” Kerr crooned. “Enjoy this. Revel in it. Take what you want and tell us what you need.”
Need? Well that was easy. “More. Oh god, more.”
“That we can definitely do.”
Kerr touched and teased her with the backs of his hands, with wrist, knuckles and fingertips. He caught her nipples in the webbing between his fingers. An indelicate moan turned into a needy plea when he tensed his hand and gently pulled it away, taking her nipple and areola with it.
* * * * *
The scent of Derria’s pussy reached up, grabbed Kerr by his neck and pulled him toward it. God, she smelled so good. Her body was ready for him, he knew it. Could see the honey dripping, especially with her laid out on top of Lakota with her legs open and inviting.
Lakota sucked on her neck like a starved man. Derria’s whole body hummed and writhed. It was a beautiful sight. But an image flashed into his mind that was even lovelier—his mouth on that hot pussy while Lakota was buried balls-deep inside of her.
“Derria, look at me.”
She lifted her head a bit and looked down her body and directly into his eyes. She looked sleepy eyed, her lips parted just a bit as she breathed roughly through them.
“Lift your hips just a little bit.”
Kerr reached underneath her ass and wrapped a hand around Lakota’ cock. It was the first time he’d ever touched a man in such a manner. Lakota met his gaze with a smirk and that was all the permission he needed to continue.
He tucked the head of Lakota’ cock at the entrance of Derria’s soaked pussy and her lids slipped closed on a delicious moan as Lakota surged forward.
“Do you like it, Derria? Does it feel good?”
“Oh God, yes. So good. More, harder.”
“You like it rough, lovely?” Lakota asked.
“Please. Oh please.”
The cock of his new mate plowed away and Derria went mad. But it was nothing compared to her reaction to Kerr’s tongue lashing her clit as Lakota fucked her deep.
“Kerr, my gods, I’m close.”
Lakota had readily agreed when Kerr asked him to join in Derria’s pleasure. The other man knew that Derria was Kerr’s heart, just as she was his own.
“Come on, kitty cat. Come for us.”
Derria would come first this time, and every other time. But their woman wasn’t the only one close to blowing. The sight of Lakota’ cock shuttling in and out of Derria’s plump, ready flesh caused the skin to literally tighten all over Kerr’s body. The pleasure on the woman’s face, the tautness of her body as she strode towards her climax, the unashamed and unrestrained heated words that flew from her mouth thrashed his self-control.
She told him she liked it. Told him she wanted more. That she wanted him. It was almost enough to make him come without anyone laying a finger, tongue or anything else on his cock.
“It’s too good. I’m gonna die, Kerr.”
With a firm hand, Kerr stilled Lakota’ thrusting and put all his concentration on Derria’s clit. Flicked it. Swirled his tongue around it. Spread her juicy lips and flat out ate her as if she were one of those delicious cranberry tarts from the bakery in town.
Derria came on a scream.
“Fuck! Her pussy is so tight. I swear she’s milking my cock,” Lakota ground out.
“Now, Lakota.”
With that, Lakota pulled out of her still pulsing pussy, flipped her over and then thrust into her mouth as she landed on the bed on her knees. Derria wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock and he came on a shout just as Kerr deep-ended Derria’s lovely pussy.
Ass up, head down and hands tearing at the sheets, she was close to coming again. Kerr could feel it. Could feel her pulling at his inner-beast just as her flesh pulled at his cock.
The silky hot slide of sleek inner muscles caressed him as it parted her sugared walls. With each stroke she bowed and arched her back, pushed back on her knees seeking more of the exquisite sensation.
The ridge of his cock stretched the tight opening of her pussy as he pulled out enough to stimulate only the band of muscle and flesh just inside of her gate. And that’s all he would give her. Just that little bit.
“Stop teasing me, Kerr. Give it to me. Please.”
But he couldn’t. If Kerr gave her anymore he would lose it.
“If you don’t fuck me senseless I swear I will slash the tires on your bike and push it off the nearest cliff,” she yelled. Actually yelled. Wow.
He couldn’t help but grin. Obviously he was doing something right. But then again, he needed to make sure she understood where he was coming from. He needed to hear her say she wanted him again.
“Derria, do you want me to pull out so Lakota can make you come?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! Right now I need you. Now enough talking, more fucking.”
“Bossy,” he said unable to keep the smile out of his voice. “You already came once.”
And she was peaking again if the squeeze of her creaming sex all around his cock was any indication. “Come again. Then two more to go,” he promised.
She blew. And he followed her into oblivion just as he sank his fangs into her shoulder to join his mating mark with that of Lakota’s.
Chapter Eight
“We have a problem to solve,” Derria said around a jaw-cracking yawn. They’d kept her up most of the night, but did she have any complaints about being half zombie-brained just now?
Nope.
“My problem is that you’re not wrapped around my cock,” Kerr rumbled against her neck.
She was a lion sandwich, pressed between her men.
No, not just men, but mates.
The thought brought a smile to her lips even as her fingers drifted to her neck to trace the mating marks left there. They’d sucked on damn every part of her body until she felt like one big sensitive hickey.
Lakota’s quiet, yet satisfied groan hummed in his throat as they both reached for her. But she knew where this road led.
With a burst of speed, she took herself and the covers down the middle of the bed and hopped off the end. Standing there wrapped in a mass of blankets, she glared at the two most gorgeous, but currently lazy men she’d ever met.
“I repeat, we have a problem. And, Kerr Blackwood, unless you want your head and your cock mounted on a wall somewhere, we need to figure out who in the hell is trying to have you killed.”
With an annoyed huff, Kerr sat up and looked at Lakota. “Well, it looks like there will be no morning pussy for us.” He stood, cock waving in the wind. “You know what they say about all work and no play, right, Derria?”
Seriously?
“You two are the greediest coochie hounds in all of the universe!” she laughed as Lakota beat Kerr to her side and engulfed her in a big, warm, hug. And he smelled so good. And his morning wood was all warm and hard as it pressed into her side.
“Are you complaining?” Kerr challenged around a yawn of his own as he joined in their enticingly warm group hug.
Nope. Not going to be distracted by scents and hands and lips and cocks. Nope, nope, nope.
She hugged them back, pushed away and headed for the shower. When they started to follow, she dropped the covers, grabbed her gear bag from the foot of the bed and held out a hand to ward them off. “You two wait your turn. I’m showering alone this morning. I need to call in anyway.”
“Call who?” Kerr demanded.
Eye roll.
“Home, Kerr. You know, the people who may be able to help keep you from getting ‘disappeared’ off the planet, courtesy of whoever reported you to the agency I work for.”
They looked like a set of twin bookends as they crossed their arms over muscle-packed chests and…pouted?
She tried to appear ste
rn and down-to-business, but it was a tall order when all she wanted to do was preen. These handsome, strong, down-to-earth men weren’t hunting for sex. All they wanted…was her. No one and nothing else, just Derria Sozi-Pryde’s love and happiness.
The sex was a bonus. And it was one hell of a dividend, if she could say so herself.
* * * * *
Out of the shower and dressed in tactical pants and shirt. She awaited her two mates downstairs in what she now knew was Kerr’s favorite chair.
With that thought, the man descended the stairs, laughing as he came down with Lakota right behind him. She looked up with a smile. A single dark brow hiked up as he tilted his head just a bit.
Without a word, he walked over to her, picked her up as if she weighed nothing and then sat down in the loveseat next to his chair and arranged her in his lap. All the while, the two men kept chatting as if nothing had happened.
Kerr planted a kiss on her cheek with a murmured, “You smell like us even after your shower. I like it.”
She kissed him back, got up and gave Lakota the same peck on his cheek and then she headed for the kitchen toward the sanctuary called “coffee”.
As she searched through the most logical places for her morning wake-up, Derria called over her shoulder.
“Kota, how did you know I was coming to town?”
He answered as he and Kerr sat down at the table. “I got a call from a friend of mine that you were headed our way. He knew I was S.W.A.T. and hoped I could learn who you were.”
“Question one, how did he know you were S.W.A.T., and question two, who told him that I was coming to town?” she asked.
“He’s a good friend, a shifter. I don’t think he set these wheels into motion, but he won’t give up his underground contacts unless he learns that they screwed us all over.”
Derria had no doubts on that score—the pooch has been screwed royally and without any lube.
‘Kota continued, “I had no idea who you were. In fact, I submitted a query to S.W.A.T. about one Derria Sozi, and asked if I could have authorization to assist you on your hunt.” He cocked his head to the side and appeared to sink deep into thought. A moment later he said, “Now that I think about it, I’ve been so caught up in this unexpected mating business, I forgot to share the outcome of that request. I was denied any information about you, or why you’re here.”
“Who denied you?” Kerr asked. “And what is S.W.A.T. doing here anyway?”
Derria chuckled. “Good question considering we’re shifter law enforcement all over the country, except for in these mountains.”
“Makes sense. Those in the Tail of the Dragon have always resisted outsiders, and that includes you, as beautiful as you are. It was clear when you shot me that you were hunting me,” Kerr said. “And none of us know much past that?”
Lakota paced silently across the polished stone floor that was surprisingly warm against her bare feet given they were literally inside a mountain. “As for who denied me, I’m not sure. The message came through on a coded frequency but there were no IDs, names or rank attached to it.”
“I think I definitely need to call home again,” she said. “And you two need to be part of that conversation. Oh, but before we do that,” she got up, retrieved her bag and pulled out a piece of equipment.
“Whoa,” Lakota said. “Did you steal that from the set of Star Trek? It doesn’t look like standard issue.”
“Because it’s not. It’s one of the benefits of being a Pryde. I’m related to the premier innovators of high tech security equipment and biotech compounds, for both the military and the private sector.”
Both men whistled as she kneeled next to the chair that Kerr was sitting in.
“Kerr, I need to see where I shot you before.” Without hesitation, he stood and dropped his pants. A semi-hard cock bobbed in front of Derria’s face.
“You’re incorrigible, I swear,” she snickered.
He indicated the spot where she’d shot him days ago. There was the slightest bump there. She only noticed because she knew what she was looking for. “Okay, hold still please.”
“What are you doing,” Lakota asked.
“When I shot him, the bullet left behind a tracking device. It’s how we were able to find him. This…” she said as she held up her little space-aged thingy, is going to get it out. Or rather, the vibration of the device will break the nanotech and their bioagents down to particles small enough that Kerr’s body will be able to expel them.”
“Bioagents?” Kerr asked. “That’s why I didn’t heal right away even after I shifted?”
“Yep.”
With that done, she sat in the chair next to him and tapped a code into her comm device. Moments later a male voice came on the line and said one word.
“Key.”
Derria tapped the buttons on the device again, and then she spoke. “Hey Jason, I need an emergency conference call. Is everyone home?”
Kerr whispered, “Who is that.”
“My family,” she whispered back.
“Are they all shifters?”
“Yep, a whole pride of lions. And my cousin-in-law, Reya, is a black jaguar.”
A few moments later, Jason was back on the line. “Okay, Dare, we’re all here. The line is secure.”
She was already happy, but it overflowed into her smile as she greeted her family. It was the same smile she reserved for her mates.
“You are so beautiful when you smile, Derria,” Lakota said. “I promise to make you do that often.”
She winked at him and said, “Meet my mates, Lakota Phillips and Kerr Blackwood. Lakota and Kerr, my family, the Prydes.”
“Your family is named Pryde and it’s a pride of lions?” Kerr thought it was the funniest thing in the world. “I love irony.”
“You mean, kind of how you’re a Lakota Sioux who has a mate named Lakota?” she asked with a ton of snark lacing her words.
The shit eating grin fell from his face as he grumbled, “Damn. Hadn’t thought about that one.”
And that opened the door for her family to welcome Kerr and ‘Kota in their own special way.
Let the games begin.
Neesia Pryde, the matriarch, made the introductions.
“First, let me say we’re thrilled to meet you, and my sisters and I are kinda jealous that Derria gets two mates. Ow! Damn it, Jason, don’t nip me like that.”
But Derria knew better. She knew how Neesia typically responded to her mate’s nips, and it was usually along the lines of ‘do it again’. Actually, now that she had mates, she could totally relate.
Neesia went on, “As you know, we are part of S.W.A.T., but there are things that S.W.A.T. doesn’t know about us Pryde’s and we’d like to keep it that way. We’ll get into that later. I’m mentioning it now because it’s my way of letting you know that we are willing to trust you with sensitive information, just like we trust the rest of our family, unless you give us a reason not to.
“I’m honored,” said Kerr.
Lakota said, “Understood.”
“I’m Neesia Pryde, and these are my sisters. My twin is Niah, and then there’s the twins, Koreas and Kotara.” All of the women spoke up with welcoming helloes, which was a relief to Derria. “The mated pairs are Jason and myself.” Jason greeted them all. “Niah and Lou, and Koreas and Austin James. Austin is the only human mate so far, but I’m pretty sure he was a feline in another life or something.” More hellos and a few chuckles.
Niah chimed in. “I’ve already shared all the weird shit that’s going on in North Carolina with the family. And we all agree that we need to get you all out of there until we figure out who’s yanking our chain.”
Jason joined the conversation. “I’ll make a call to Captain Johns. She’ll be interested to know that we might just have a mole in S.W.A.T. That will piss her off, and a pissed off Johns is a thing of beauty.”
“And,” Neesia hopped back in, “I’ll arrange for Harry to meet you. The closest airpo
rt is GSP, Greenville Spartanburg International. I think it’s the only one close enough that can handle the size of the jet.”
“Jet?” Lakota and Kerr asked in unison.
“Yep, jet,” Neesia Pryde replied. “By the way, you can bring one vehicle a piece, if you want. Otherwise, we have plenty of stuff here to keep you mobile. But our primary goal is to keep you safe while we figure out who wants you dead.”
“And why are you doing all of this?” Kerr asked. “You don’t know me, or anything about me.”
Niah, who Derria likened to the female version of Spock from the Star Trek franchise said, “Because you’re mated to Derria. That means we’re actually doing it for her.”
“Well, Dare,” said Neesia, “pack it up and come on home. We’ve got a mystery to solve.”
With a sparkle in her eye, Derria looked at both her mates as she asked her cousin, “How much time do we have to prepare?”
“We can have the flight arranged in a couple of days. I’ll send you the flight plan and itinerary via your comm device. Work for you guys?”
After replying in the affirmative, Derria said her “love you’s” and “see you soon’s”.
The moment the call disconnected, she stripped while yelling, “You’ve got two days to do your worst!”
Shifting mid-stride, she headed toward the hallway.
As she flew out the door, she felt the breath of her two beautiful shifter mates fan across her heels as they chased her toward their destiny.
THE END
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Scents and Scentability
A Southern Shifters Crossover Novel
By Heather Long
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