Now Pixie was the one moaning and working her way towards an orgasm, and my girlfriend’s naked ass showed because the tee was all wrinkled up around her midsection. Her hips moved as she worked Pixie with her mouth, and the scent of both women’s arousal filled the room. I wanted to pleasure my little deer with my fingers — and more — but I watched and marveled, and took everything in.
And yes, I’ll admit I watched Tip’s technique to see if there was something she did that I didn’t. How often does a guy get to watch his girl go down on another girl? What an awesome learning opportunity.
I moved up and a little closer, and fought the urge to move her hair out of the way. There’s no way she read my mind, but a handful of seconds later she moved her hair out of her face and gave me a better view, and I pressed harder on my cock inside my shorts.
Tip alternated paying attention to Pixie’s clit and pussy, and she seemed to be almost massaging the lips open with her fingers. She used her fingers along with her tongue in ways I’d never considered, and I readjusted a few inches so I could get a better view. I stroked my cock twice, realized what I was doing and pulled my hand away from it. I didn’t want to do anything to draw attention to myself and away from the pleasure Tip was obviously giving Pixie.
Pixie almost came twice, and tensed and lost it, but when Tip finally got her riding high enough she forgot to tense and at last surrendered to the pleasure, the beautiful little Pixie glowed with a soft yellow light when her orgasm finally overtook her body.
And her scent — wolves can’t get sloppy drunk, usually. If we do a shitload of shots in just a few seconds we can manage it for a short time, though, and I felt ten levels beyond what I’d ever felt from alcohol. There were rumors about the pheromones Pixies put out when they orgasm, and I was thinking those rumors had a huge basis in fact.
I let the arm supporting my head collapse, and as my face hit the bed and I took a deeper breath, my balls let me know what was coming and I rolled to my stomach as my own orgasm took me without anyone touching me.
Ecstasy slammed into me and the room faded as my hips fucked the bed. I knew I was coming in my shorts. I knew this wasn’t ideal.
I didn’t give a fuck.
Several long minutes later I looked up to see Tippy sitting with her legs crisscrossed in front of her, and Pixie in her lap with her arms and legs wrapped around her. Pixie saw me looking at them and whispered, “This is why we’re in such high demand.”
I nodded. “Your secret’s safe. I’d heard rumors but I won’t further them.”
“I didn’t think it would get this far. Didn’t think I needed to warn anyone, but once things started happening…” She buried her face back in Tippy’s neck, and my girlfriend caressed her lover’s back.
“It’s okay,” Tippy murmured into Pixie’s hair. “We’re all good. I have zero complaints, and I’m betting once Nix gets out of his shorts and into the shower, he won’t either.”
Chapter Fifteen
Six months later
Tippy
Against all odds, I was madly in love with a wolf.
Also against all odds, we’d found a way for a possessive wolf to consider a promiscuous, polyamorous deer to be his mate.
It’d taken me a while to feel comfortable agreeing to it, but a few days ago I finally told him I thought I could go the rest of his life with only his dick. Sure, I’ll be getting lots of pussy on the side, but he’ll be the only dick in my life.
Thankfully, he has a sense of humor.
Also, he loves me to extreme.
At first, I thought I loved him in spite of the fact he’s rough around the edges, he sometimes gets paid large sums of money to kill people from a mile away, he’s in a motorcycle club, and he’s a wolf. Eventually I figured out I love him because of those things. I was once married to one of the most charming species on the planet, and while Nix has certainly managed to charm me, he didn’t do it by being charming.
He did it by seducing me, caring for me, and loving me. He did it by compromising on the hard stuff, so we were both fighting to make the relationship work. He did it by never lying to me, even when it would’ve been so much easier to avoid the truth, or even tell half-truths. He gave me brutal honesty and said, “This is who I am. Take me or leave me, but I really hope you take me.”
And now, the ultimate test.
Last night was the full moon and he ran with his brothers, but tonight he wants to run with me.
My deer has been around his wolf enough we had reason to believe we could make it work, but there’s also a possibility my deer would freak once a wolf was running beside us. Deer run when we’re chased. It’s more than instinct — it’s who we are.
My deer sees Nix as protection and not a danger now, but I was so nervous about how this was going to work, my stomach hurt.
It was a warm summer night and we were in his backyard, just inside the forest area for cover. I couldn’t imagine there were satellites looking for supernaturals changing, but the Concilio said to only change where they couldn’t see, so we followed orders.
I wore a simple sundress and no shoes, and he hadn’t bothered with any clothes at all. I’m not sure why I did, but I hadn’t wanted to step outside naked, so I’d slipped this on.
I have as many clothes at his house as I do my own, now. When I have a big project or a deadline, we stay at my place so I’m closer to work. My house is closer to the gun shop, so we’re also more likely to be there if he has to teach an early class. Otherwise, we’re often at his house.
“It’ll be okay,” he told me now, his voice gentle. “And if it isn’t, I’ll drop to the ground and stop running, but we aren’t going to have problems. We’re going to run together, Tip.”
I nodded. “Will you change first so I can pet you before I change?”
“Of course. My wolf loves it when you pet him.”
Most shapeshifters go to all fours while human, before the change starts, but Nix is strong enough he transforms from human to wolf without having to bend over first. It’s fast, smooth, and flawless. It’s nothing short of magical, and I went to my knees as the wolf formed in front of me. He nuzzled my face and I ran my fingers through the fur on his head and down his neck to his shoulders.
After several long minutes of this, I pulled my sundress off, draped it over a nearby chair, and nuzzled him some more before I went to all fours and shifted with us touching.
The human brain is different than the deer brain. Yes, I know this goes without saying, but becoming the deer is more than a lack of thumbs and no verbal speech. The forest around you becomes more alive, the air more vibrant, and everything makes you want to run.
And yet, the deer nuzzled the wolf and knew she was safe.
I’d worried so much about the two of us running together and my deer going mental and crashing through the woods to escape the wolf at her heels.
And all of that worry wasn’t necessary, because Nix turned and took off through the woods, and I followed. I chased the wolf. No, I played with the wolf. Nix went up and down hills, over logs, through thickets, and I followed at high speed. We ran side-by-side through some clearings, and it was as if I could feel the pull of the moon on the wolf.
I’ve run in the woods during all phases of the moon, and I’d never felt it like I did this night. Somehow, I felt the change in gravity through Nix.
Nix has become my best friend. I have other friends, too. Being brought into the RTMC means you gain a whole family, and I’ve grown close to the other ol’ladies. Pixie and I are close, of course, and I’ve been with other women as well, but Nix is my shining star. We shoot together, we run together in human form, he helps me with martial arts. We cook together, we have the best sex ever, and now our animals were running together.
No matter what the future brought, I knew we’d be okay.
A deer and a wolf. If you’d told me this a year ago I’d have called you crazy. Now? It’s the story of my life, and I couldn’t be happier.
The End
If you enjoyed Nix, you may also like the other books set in the same universe, though in different series.
Chattanooga Supernaturals series, paranormal romance:
The Dragon King (Aaron Drake’s story, and the first time we meet Duke and Brain)
Riding the Storm
Acceptable Risk
Careful What You Ask For (2016)
Only Human series, urban fantasy
Only Human
An Unhuman Journey
Unhuman Acts (late 2016)
Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Series
Duke
Brain
Bash Volume I
Bash Volume II
Bash Volume III
Horse
Gonzo
Nix
Ghost (2016)
Dark Erotica Shorts from the world of The Chattanooga Supernaturals
Pride (A short story featuring The Lion King)
Indentured Freedom: Owned by the Vampire
The Safeword series, intense BDSM contemporary romance
Safeword Rainbow
Safeword: Davenport
Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon
Safeword: Quinacridone
Safeword: Matte
Safeword: Matte – In Training
No Safeword: Matte – The Honeymoon
No Safeword: Matte – Happily Ever After
Safeword: Arabesque
Safeword: Mayday (TBA)
Check out other books by Candace Blevins at candaceblevins.com.
Keep reading for an excerpt from The Dragon King.
The Dragon King
By Candace Blevins
Prologue
Aaron
Sophia is the most adorable two year old I’ve ever seen. Fluffy blonde hair, rosy chubby cheeks, and a laugh that makes my heart sore.
I turned to her father, the Swan King, and chose my words carefully. “Raul, you’re sure this is the best course of action? I know you’re still grieving over Angelique’s death, but can you truly prepare Sophia for a life of leading your people if you keep her a prisoner in your home her entire life?”
I could only get away with asking this question because I’d helped raise and train Raul, helped prepare him to take the crown when he beat his brothers and won the throne.
“I did my best to protect my wife from supernaturals, and a damned human hunter took her out. Sophia won’t leave the walls of the castle until she marries, and hopefully whoever wins her will follow my lead and also keep her behind protective walls. She won’t see the same fate as Angelique.” His voice was firm, didn’t waver, and let me know further conversation on the matter would be met with hostility.
Sophia is the first Swan Princess without at least one brother since before I was born, and by my best guess I’m around nine thousand years old. Give or take a thousand.
Swan Princesses are usually given to other royalty as a way to unite families and sometimes species, but they never have a hope of the throne. Their brothers are required to fight each other for power, the strongest and most cunning winning the crown.
Instead of finding another wife to give him sons, Raul is arranging for a contest between the other Swan royalty, with the strongest being allowed to care for her until she turns twenty-five, and then marry her and eventually take the crown. Personally, I think Raul wants to step down and find a way to join his dead wife. The grief of her death still holds him.
I’ve trained the past seven Swan Kings, including Sophia’s father, Raul. I know him well, and I know he loves his daughter. However, he still feels such pain over his wife’s slaughter, I worry about the decisions he’s making.
There is precedence amongst some other supernatural species for his keeping Sophia in seclusion, finding a suitable King, and not giving her a choice in who she’ll marry. However, watching the toddler play and laugh and flirt, my heart hurts with the knowledge she’ll grow up with no control of her major life choices. Or, likely the minor ones, either.
She’s such a happy baby, so full of life and adventure. I hope her life turns out better than most fairy tales.
* * * *
Ten years later, my heart aches as the court Herald announces me into the Swan King’s mansion for Sophia’s final unchaperoned lesson. I’ve been coming to the mansion once a week for a four hour session since she was six, but this must stop once she becomes a teenager, which in swan lore makes her a woman.
I’ll be allowed to come four times a year for an all-day review session, but will never again be alone with her. After today she’ll have a chaperone or minder with her anytime she’s with a man besides her father — or husband, once she’s married.
I’m going to miss my time with her. In my busy life, my half-days with the Swan Princess have been the sunshine of my week. Sophia is a special child, so smart, so willing to learn, and a joy to be around. My heart is happy when I’m with her, and we most often go to our spot near a manmade waterfall on their property so we can talk without worrying so much about being overheard. Someone from the house can see us, but our words are drowned out. Sometimes, though, my favorite part of the day is her smile when I arrive and she skips to me for a hug. Today will be the last time she’ll be allowed to hug me for no reason, just because she’s happy I’ve arrived. My heart hurts as I wrap my arms around her and tell her I’m happy to see her.
We walk to our spot, sit on our rock and I open a few books as I give her another to hold. The rushing waters may provide white noise to block our voices, but we still need to appear as if I’m teaching her.
“You know this is the last time we’ll be alone, right, Soph?”
Sophia looks down, takes a breath, and raises her gaze back to mine. “I know. I’ll miss my time with you.”
“And I’ll miss you, but you’re a Princess, and one day you’ll be Queen, and this is the way it has to be. I’ll be back to review the important stuff, but there are some things I’ve taught you that I won’t be able to review with you out loud. I’ll try to write it in a notebook and let you read it, so you’ll remember, but there’s some danger in that, so I won’t do it every time.”
“Why take the risk? If I’ll never rule, never make a difference, why put yourself in danger?”
“Because I’m grooming you for power, Princess. No one knows for sure what the future holds, and to fully do my job I can’t just teach you the palatable parts of your history. I understand your family wishes to shield you and protect you, but I can see the strength in you.”
Sophia sighed. “I’ll still see you at social occasions? Not just the four times a year you’ll be allowed to come for review?”
“Yes, and I may or may not be allowed a dance with you. I will certainly not be able to take you outside for a conversation.”
She nodded, and I carefully said, “Sophia, if ever you find yourself in need of a protector, get a message to me. Your father and Cyrano will look after you, but if you find yourself without their protection I hope you’ll feel comfortable letting me keep you safe.”
Shaking her head, Sophia said, “Cyrano scares me. My latest Governess tells me when I’m a woman I’ll appreciate him for his strength and resolve, and I must remain meek and quiet around him while I’m a child.”
I wanted to wring Cyrano’s neck for frightening her, as well as the Governess’s for giving crap advice, but I had to walk a fine line. “I’m sorry he scares you, Princess. I would advise you to speak to your father about it, see if he can intercede on your behalf.”
“You always do that.”
I tilted my head and let my eyebrows raise, and Sophia explained. “When we’re just talking, I’m Soph or Sophia, but when you’re thinking politically, you call me Princess.”
“Yes, because this is the way an elder speaks to someone of royalty. I’m your teacher, I know more than you, but I must also show respect. It’s a balance, Sophia.”
She shook her head. “I don’t know what you are, and my f
ather either doesn’t know or won’t tell me, but I’m positive you’re royalty, too. I’ve learned to tell the difference in someone with their own power who addresses me and my father as an equal while using all the right words, and someone with no power who addresses us with the same words but a completely different energy.”
I hoped my smile showed how pleased I was with her insight. “You make me proud, Sophia. I hope you’ll keep your suppositions to yourself, though.”
She nodded. “Of course, and I hope someday you’ll trust me enough to tell me what and who you really are.”
I needed to be sure she understood my offer, so I repeated it. “Do you understand what I’m saying, Soph? If you ever need help, a protector, a friend, an advisor…If you’re ever in trouble I hope you’ll find a way to get a message to me.”
Chapter One
Sophia
I’d been planning my escape for eleven years, and tonight I’d either fly to my freedom or die trying.
I was to be married to Cyrano on my twenty-fifth birthday, in seventeen days. However, I was determined it was never going to happen.
Tomorrow, my governess was meeting with people in Charleston on my behalf to assure the wedding would go off without a hitch. Since I was never allowed off my father’s property, if someone couldn’t come to me then I had to send someone to them, and the caterers had decided they couldn’t make yet another trip to go over last minute details.
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