by R. E. Butler
Aaron held her close with one arm around her back, the fingers of his other hand trailing lightly across her arm and shoulder and down the curve of her breast to the flare of her hip. Grant bent lower and kissed the sensitive backs of her knees and then up her legs, his fingers moving up the front of her legs as ripples of pleasure wove through her body.
Easing his hold around her, Aaron lowered her into Grant’s arms and knelt before her. Grant spread his legs and settled her into the vee of his thighs, bending his knees and reclining back on one arm. She could feel the hot, hard length of his erection pressing against her back. His hand slipped up the center of her body. Aaron circled her ankles with his fingers, lifting them over Grant’s legs and spreading her body wide. Slowly, he moved his fingers up the inside of her legs, as her body heated and her breath quickened. Aaron stretched out on the floor, lowering down until his mouth was just inches away from the throbbing apex of her thighs.
She gazed into his intense blue eyes until Grant tilted her head and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth as Aaron spread her pussy lips apart and circled her clit with his tongue. He lapped at her, teasing her, as her body flooded with desire. She gripped Grant’s legs with her hands, her fingers digging into the backs of his thighs as pleasure swarmed her.
Aaron pressed two fingers inside her as he sucked her clit into his mouth, his fingers curving and rubbing against the sensitive upper walls of her core. Her body tightened, her stomach clenching in waves. She pulled her mouth free of Grant’s so she could suck in a breath. Grant cupped her breast with one hand, his fingers pinching her nipple and sending pleasurable jolts through her body. His mouth latched onto her neck and he sucked hard, making her groan while Aaron fingered her faster, raking his teeth across her throbbing clit before sucking it back into his mouth. Her breath came out in fast pants as her world spun and everything narrowed down to the heat coiling in her body.
Grant released her neck only long enough to purr in her ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth before he nipped kisses down to her shoulder and back again. When he bit down on her neck with his human teeth, her body exploded, her nails raked at his thighs as she screamed, her toes curling as the orgasm rocketed through her. Aaron moved up her body, his fingers moving faster and harder inside her, slipping out and thrusting back in with speed and force, driving her forward through the pleasure that heated her blood and into another climax.
They both growled, fitting their mouths on either side of her neck. The vibrations of their growls shivered down her body. Grant released her breast and thrummed her clit with his fingers. She tumbled over the edge into white hot pleasure, dimly aware as their fangs pierced her skin, and they held her tightly between them. She could feel the sharp points of their fangs digging into her skin, but her body was so locked into pleasure that it only added to the sensations coursing over her.
Aaron pulled his drenched fingers away, and Grant lifted her, impaling her on his cock. She shrieked as he thrust into her tender flesh and then moaned when they extracted their fangs and licked across the wounds.
Aaron rose to his feet, cupping her face as Grant moved her on his cock, and she opened her mouth to take Aaron inside her. Her hands gripped Aaron’s legs and he threaded his hands through her hair, holding her steady as he fucked her mouth. Aaron’s head fell back and he groaned, his muscles flexing. She slid one hand up to cup his balls, rolling her hips back to counter Grant’s upward thrusts.
With a shout of pleasure, Aaron’s cock jerked in her mouth, and she tasted the first splash of hot, salty come in her mouth, sucking and swallowing as he emptied inside her. Grant gripped her hips and thrust hard into her as Aaron slipped to his knees and reached for her swollen clit.
“Oh, oh,” she moaned as he licked his finger and began to swirl the wet tip around her clit.
Her pussy clenched Grant’s cock rhythmically as Aaron rubbed her clit until her whole body jerked, and she came hard and fast, her eyes rolling back in her head. Grant groaned as his cock spasmed inside her. Aaron lifted her off Grant and settled onto his back, and she splayed over him like a blanket, her arms and legs limp, her body humming with pleasure.
A bead of sweat rolled down her neck, and she hissed when it hit one of the marks, but she was too sated to do anything about it.
Grant moved next to them, slumping to the floor with a gusty groan. Silence filled the cabin, save for the crackling of the fire, as they lay together.
After some time had passed, Grant got up and went into the kitchen. He returned a few moments later with a damp cloth. Lifting her hair off her neck, he gently cleansed both marks.
“How do you feel, sweetheart?” Grant asked, setting the cloth aside.
“Boneless,” she answered.
They both laughed. Aaron said, “Did the marks hurt? Do they hurt now?”
She tilted her head up and looked them, recognizing that they were worried. “I was aware of it, but it didn’t really hurt, I was too caught up in pleasure to notice it. They ache a bit, but it’s worth it to belong to you forever.”
Aaron smiled softly. “You already did.”
Her eyes drooped closed, and she dozed off. When she woke in the morning, she was tucked between them on the bed. “Morning, wife,” Aaron whispered in her ear. She shivered and smiled, opening her eyes slowly and blinking away the sleep.
“Morning, husband,” she said softly, running her fingers across his lightly stubbled jaw. Grant rolled over with a grunt and hugged her, snuggling his face into the crux of her neck. With a laugh, she said good morning to her other husband, too.
Aaron slipped out of bed to get the fire going again, and then returned to bed where they snuggled until stomach rumblings forced them into action. Grant made breakfast for them and brought it to the bed on a wooden tray. They shared a big plate of eggs and toast. After they were done eating, they urged her to use the shower first so she would have the hot water, because the tank was apparently small, and they wanted to make sure she didn’t get stuck with the cold water.
She was touched by their sweetness and grateful not to have to take a cold shower. Inside the tiny bathroom, she used the facilities and turned on the shower. The water heated up fast, and she stepped in, washing up as quickly as possible so she didn’t use up all the hot water. The shower stall was so small that she kept bumping her elbows against the tile.
She dried off quickly as the heat in the room dissipated through the window that was not sealed well and let in a cold draft, wrapping her hair in the towel as she slipped her robe on and opened the door. The cabin was warm thanks to the fire, and she gathered her makeup bag under her arm and went to sit in front of the fire to dry her hair and warm up.
As she sat on the rug in front of the fire, she watched Aaron and Grant as they stared at each other. She was going to ask them what was wrong when Grant leapt at the bathroom door suddenly, charging past Aaron. Aaron swung his leg out, tripping Grant, who stumbled as Aaron dodged past him for the open bathroom door. Grant popped to his feet and raced forward, and the two were laughing as they collided in the doorway of the bathroom, both of them jockeying to get through the door first.
Aaron started to move past Grant, but then Grant raised his hand and squeezed Aaron just under his ribs, making him burst out in laughter and step away.
Grant slid into the bathroom with a triumphant grin. “Still the winner.”
“You cheated,” Aaron laughed. “Tickling should be illegal. We’re in our thirties.”
“All’s fair in love and showering with hot water,” Grant said and winked at Sam as he slid the door shut.
Aaron looked over his shoulder at her. She grinned. “I didn’t know you were ticklish.”
He opened his mouth, looking like he was going to protest, and then closed it with a shrug and a smile. He joined her on the rug, wearing only jeans, unfurling the towel from her hair and scooting behind her as he picked up the hair brush. “I can’t deny it. Grant is, too, but not like me. Our dad used t
o tickle us when we were sad. He said there wasn’t much that a good laugh couldn’t fix, and if it didn’t fix it, it would at least give you a break from the problem.”
“That’s really sweet.”
Aaron brushed her hair slowly, rubbing at the ends with the towel to help it dry faster.
“Did you always want to be a teacher?” he asked.
“No. When I was little, I wanted to be a veterinarian.”
“What made you change your mind?”
She glanced over her shoulder at him. “When I was eight, we had a cat named Tom. He got really sick with a kidney infection. I was with my mom when we took him to the vet, and I got to say goodbye to him before they took him away to put him down. When I was sitting out in the waiting room crying, one of the vet techs came over to me and put a little orange kitten in my lap. She told me that someone had brought in the pregnant mommy cat and wanted her put down because she had fleas, and he was tired of her having kittens. The vet asked to give the cat a home instead, and they took care of her and delivered her kittens and were trying to find homes for them.”
Aaron frowned for a moment, and she continued, “I learned that day that people didn’t just put sick animals to sleep to stop them from suffering. Sometimes vets had to put down healthy animals because they had lousy owners. I didn’t think I could ever do that to an animal, and I knew that I’d wind up with a house full of dogs and cats and who knows what else.”
Aaron kissed her temple. “You’ve got a very tender heart, Sam. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”
His compliment warmed through her. “I had been taking piano lessons for a while at that point, and I just kept going. I thought I could play professionally some day, but I didn’t have the dedication to practice for twelve hours a day like some of the students. I taught kids how to play on the weekends during high school and college to earn money, and it just seemed like a good career. I love kids and I love music, so being a music teacher just made sense and I really enjoy my job.”
Grant sat down on her other side and took her hand, kissing the top. “The kids all love your class. I don’t think my boys ever gave much thought to music before your class, now they walk around singing the songs you teach them and asking us musical history trivia.”
Aaron stood slowly, stretching. She glanced up his lean, muscular body and felt her body flush. His eyes darkened as he looked down at her. “You’re so sexy, Sam. How did we get so lucky?”
Before she could answer that she was the lucky one, Aaron had shut the door to the bathroom, and the shower came on. Grant kissed the healing mark on the side of her neck. “Did you leave him any hot water?” she asked, turning in his arms and kissing him.
Aaron’s yelp supplied the answer as Aaron cursed at Grant, and Grant laughed, kissing her back.
* * * * *
“I thought I liked the tiger print one that she had on Monday night the best, but that little black lacey number from last night was over the top incredible,” Aaron’s muffled voice reached Sam’s ears as she got out of the shower Thursday morning.
“Yeah, that was great last night. She’s such a wild little kitten. Who knew?” Grant chuckled.
She smiled inwardly as she eavesdropped on them discussing the lingerie she wore for them every night. Last night’s barely-there lace baby doll and thong panties had been her favorite of the bunch as well, and the little scraps of fabric didn’t survive the lust fueled sex that followed.
Rubbing her hair vigorously with the towel, she dressed in jeans and a sweater and clipped her damp hair up on her head and stepped out of the bathroom. When they had woken her up that morning by giving her a slow orgasm with their fingers, they said that they wanted to do a little hunting in their cat forms and give her a chance to see the shifting process more closely and look over their shifted forms.
She was excited at the prospect of seeing them shift again. It had been dark when she’d seen them before.
Grant helped her with her coat and Aaron pulled the quilt off the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders. After Grant tugged a stocking cap over her head, making her have to adjust the hair clip so it wasn’t digging into her scalp, they seemed satisfied that she would be sufficiently warm on the front porch.
The morning sunlight greeted her when she stepped out from the cabin. Aaron put a ceramic travel mug filled with coffee on a small table next to a rustic rocking chair for her. She bundled the quilt around herself and sat down, curling her legs up so they were covered under the blanket. Her breath steamed in the crisp air, but the sunshine was warm on her face.
Grant and Aaron stepped from the porch and shucked their jeans, tossing them up onto the porch that had been cleared of snow.
“Aren’t you cold?” She shivered just thinking about being naked outside.
“Nah,” Aaron said, “We run warmer than humans.”
She hummed in her throat. “Well, just so long as you don’t freeze off any parts of yourself that I’ve recently become attached to.”
“That would be a damn shame,” Grant said and grinned. “We’re pretty fond of those parts ourselves.”
They slid down to the ground effortlessly, crouching in the snow as the change came over them. She watched, fascinated, as their gorgeous human bodies twisted, morphing into two sleek, tawny mountain lions. They both looked very similar, dark gold fur with white underbellies, and large paws that they flexed as they stretched. The coloring on their faces was where they differed. Aaron had black on his ears and around his mouth, as if someone had smudged their thumbs in black paint and squeezed his cheeks. Grant’s muzzle was golden with very light markings, and his ears were lined with white.
Sam slipped from the rocking chair and knelt on the wooden porch as the cats climbed up to greet her. She ran her hands over their furry backs, scratching behind their ears. Their pale yellow eyes regarded her with amusement and affection as she stroked over the velvety softness of their ears and touched the white of their muzzles.
She pressed her fingers gently to their throats when they purred. She leaned over and kissed the tops of their heads and said, “Don’t kill anything cute in front of me, please. I’ll have nightmares for a week.”
They chuffed at her as she stood, bumping against her legs lightly before moving down the steps on silent paws. She wrapped up in the quilt again and settled in the chair, watching her two husbands as they raced around the open space of the front yard and dodged in and out of the trees.
It was fun to watch them chase each other, the snow kicking up around them as they leapt and tumbled, looking like kittens playing together. Very big kittens. They raced around the cabin, ever the siblings looking to best each other in games. As they came back around, they roused a nest of rabbits nearby, and she lurched to her feet in alarm as Aaron snatched a baby bunny in his mouth.
“No!” she shouted. “Drop it!”
If she hadn’t been so terrified for the life of the helpless little bunny wiggling in Aaron’s jaw, she would have laughed out loud at the look on his face. She could tell exactly what he was thinking: Did she just tell me to ‘drop it’?
“I mean it, Aaron. Don’t eat the bunny. Please.”
Grant made a sound that was suspiciously like a laugh. Aaron glared at him and then sighed audibly, lowering his head and letting the little bunny go free. It seemed surprised it was getting a reprieve, and it quickly darted off into the woods.
“Thanks,” she said to Aaron and then started to laugh. He growled, glaring at her and Grant, who came up the porch to stand next to her. “I wish I had a camera to take a picture of what you looked like when I told you drop it. Funny stuff.”
He scowled at her, and she laughed harder. He stalked up to the porch and bumped her leg, motioning with his head to the door. With some effort, she didn’t make any wisecracks about scratching at the door or shedding on the furniture. She opened the door and walked inside. When the cats were in, she kicked off her shoes and hung up her coat.
“I think if someone looked through the window right now they’d think I was going to get attacked by two wild animals,” she said, finding the situation a little absurd but very cool. Here she was in a cabin in the woods with two mountain lions who also happened to be her husbands. In her wildest dreams she never would have imaged that scenario for her life.
Her thoughts drifted back to reality quickly when she felt two cold noses on her neck at the same time. Goosebumps erupted over her skin as she yelped in surprise. They snuffled at her skin, their scratchy tongues raking over her neck and the marks that they had made. They purred, deep rumbling, contented sounds, and she smiled as they settled on either side of her. Their bodies were warm, and they smelled like snow and sunshine.
“I love you guys so much. I’ve never been happier.”
Several nights of staying up late making love to her new husbands caught up to her suddenly, and she yawned, rolling onto her side towards Grant and resting her cheek on his shoulder. Aaron moved closer, his body vibrating with his purr, and she drifted off to sleep, content, warm, and safe.
The last day of their honeymoon passed quickly, and before she knew it, they were heading back home to enjoy the weekend as a complete family. This time, when Aaron opened the door for her and Grant ushered her inside, the kids didn’t yell her name but instead came racing to her, shouting, “Mom’s home! Mom’s home!”
Aaron snorted good naturedly, “What am I, invisible?”
Ben looked over at him as he hugged Sam. “We’ve had you for years, Daddy. We just got our Mom.”
Kevin nodded enthusiastically. “Don’t be jealous. We love you, too.”