by Scott, Talyn
“It depends on how she’s dressed,” he retorted after taking a swig from the greenish soda. “When it comes to my wife, I get distracted. Easily.”
“Eww. Getting off topic.” She noticed Heath and Ail were in a serious discussion, huddled at the end of Renee’s long sofa. “I don’t want to hear about any of …that.”
“Oh, yeah?” He laughed. “Last time you were over, I didn’t want to hear you and Renee belting out song after song while in your drunken stupors. Since Bane and Dru had to work the next morning, they were forced to sleep out on the pool deck because the law frowns upon men tying up women and duck taping their mouths shut. Goodie for me, I was stuck babysitting the two of you. All night.” He glanced outside, muttering something under his breath about holding Molly’s head out of the toilet. “By the way, how many renditions of Dancing Queen can a person take? I officially hate that song.”
Reminding her that tequila shooters and Mamma Mia was a bad mix. Still, she argued, “How can you hate Abba? No one hates Abba, especially a Norwegian.”
“They’re from Stockholm,” he said patiently, “not exactly from my old stomping ground. Anyway, they were before my time. And yours, you’re still in your twenties, Molly Girl.” He tilted his head toward Granny, who was now softly snoring. “If it’s any consolation to you, I didn’t hate them until that night.”
“Whatever, Arian.”
Without missing a beat, he offered, “You want to talk about it.”
Molly sighed. “No, I’m fine.” Arian glanced around again, still looking for Renee. “What are you up to, Viking?” she asked.
“Earlier, I cooked dessert. I can’t handle another eggless, sea salt chocolate cake.” Walking behind her, he stealthily eased open the microwave door and immediately frowned. “Whoever said you could make s’mores in the microwave,” he snarled, looking back at Molly with his arctic eyes, “should have to eat s’mores from the microwave.”
“I caught you red handed!” Renee came in behind him, wrapping her arms around Arian’s waist but they wouldn’t fit. And it wasn’t because he was fat. “Let me have a bite.”
His white-blonde brows popped high. “Really?”
“Really.”
Instead, they started making out, so Molly headed for Ail and Heath. When they caught sight of her, they didn’t look hungry for food. She glanced out the backslider. Maybe it was her imagination, but she felt the pull of the moon and dinner was the last thing on her mind. She walked over, unclicked the latch, and stepped onto the back deck. Molly was confident enough in her relationship to know that Heath and Ail would follow. On cue, she felt the heat of their giant bodies coming behind her. A delicious shiver stroked her skin when no one spoke, just the sounds of their breathing filling the night air. Slowly the door slid closed somewhere behind her.
“You know, sweetheart,” Ail murmured. “Bane has a rooftop, uh, garden slash fuck-pad he said we could use.” Because Heath wasn’t strong enough to handle her against the ocean’s currents, but in time, he would be.
Heath’s arms came around her, his platinum cuff glinting in the moonlight. “I take it you’re not hungry, either.”
“I take it that you should take me,” she said with a smile, turning in the circle of his arms. But he vanished the minute she faced him. “Where’d he go?”
Ail pointed to the roof. She gaped. “How am I supposed to get up that high? You can’t mist me and Dru is at the hospital.” He looked seriously affronted before he slung her over one broad shoulder, bent his legs, and jumped all the way to the roof. “I can’t believe you can jump that high.” She had to close her eyes, looking down was not an option.
“Believe it, sweetheart.” He said, nipping her ass. After she slid down his body, she wrapped her legs around his narrow hips. He cupped her backside and ground her against his hard-on, swiveling his pelvis just the way she liked it. And with her very own tribal piercing, the jolt went from her clitoris, through her womb, and straight up her spine.
Heath came behind them, unzipping her skirt and licking every inch of skin he exposed. She bit down on Ail’s tongue, tugging. He growled into her mouth, extended his claws, and tore her clothes down the center. Taking over the kiss, he thrust his tongue against hers languidly, still holding her ass with one hand while fisting her hair with the other.
She heard Heath dropping his clothes across the roof deck. Now on his knees behind them, Heath delved into her pussy. His elongated tongue coaxed her vagina to open for their dual invasion. His fingers slipped between her and Ail to stroke her clit. When she cried out, with the added sensitivity the piercing allowed, Ail swallowed her cries. After several long tongue curlers, Heath stopped his ministrations.
“She has the sweetest smellin’ pussy,” he then purred, removing her from Ail’s arms. With a determined stride, he tugged her to a double chaise. When lowering herself, Molly pressed her hands against the soft cushion of the chaise. It was certainly oversized, though considering the size of her males; it would be a tight fit.
Wrapping her arms around Heath’s neck, she brought him to her breasts, urging him to suckle her. He wrapped his lips around a peak and brought the nipple all the way to the back of his throat, working his tongue beneath it in wave-like motions. With his hand, Heath pressed between her thighs, palming her already wet and swollen flesh with the heel of his hand. Over his head, she watched Ail undress.
He could have accomplished it in werewolf speed, but he knew what she wanted – a striptease. “That’s it, baby!” she urged him on, watching him watching her. He tugged his shirt over his head in the way men do, his tight waist cinching as he tossed it at her face. She caught the shirt and stuffed it behind her head like a makeshift pillow. She glanced at the floor, her shredded clothes by his booted feet. “I guess I’ll be wearing your shirt home again.”
Heath inserted two fingers, widening her dripping pussy, as he moved to her opposite nipple. “I love these mounds.” He bit down on her nipple and shook her, jiggling the tender flesh. Her back bowed off the chaise, but she managed to keep her eyes on Ail as he kicked his pants away. With his sex, he pointed right at her, the moon illuminating his tribal borings. He’d gotten three more since that fateful night the Gryphs attacked. Heath earned them, as well, but she argued until he denied them. After all, she could barely take the ones he already wore.
“Bite-worthy nipples are a thing to behold,” Ail agreed with Heath, lowering his head between her legs while maintaining eye contact with her. Heath pulled his hand away from her pussy to roll her nipples between his fingers, elongating the stiffened tips. And she watched Ail go down on her with meticulous attention to details, he suckled her tiny boring with his mouth, bringing her sensitive adornment between his canines. She screamed so loudly, Heath covered her mouth with the palm of his hand so the others wouldn’t hear. Twirling her tongue underneath his palm, she tasted herself on his skin. Ail suckled harder, alternatively pressing hard circles over her pierced nub with his sandpapery tongue. Heath had to hold her down. And in between her cries, she reached for his steel in velvet cock, wanting him inside her.
“Now,” she demanded, hearing the sudden telltale breathing.
Three breaths in, one slow exhale.
Then doubled.
Three breaths in, one slow exhale.
In his true form, Heath was spectacularly large, but she felt more open than usual. Ready. She pushed Ail’s head away and lifted her hips for Heath, bringing his dick to her waiting pussy. He appeared nearly crazed, his silver eyes almost mercurial when he stared down at her. His werewolf’s guttural claim worked its way from his mouth. “My female.” He pushed up her knees and shoved in all the way, until her eyes nearly crossed.
Ail was behind him, staring down over Heath’s body. “She’s… seeping… all around you. I swear… your balls are already dripping with her pleasure. It’s unbelievable.” He started stroking himself, watching them fuck.
Her head was thrashing, her body shuddering with
the thickness and length of Heath’s sex in his largest form. But she reached over Heath’s shoulders and held her hand to Ail. Molly watched in fascinated bliss as he, too, was sized up. Ail stared at her with a stark possession that nearly frightened her. But she knew better. He would always protect her. And even in werewolf form, he would never hurt her.
“Move her up,” he demanded of Heath. “Let me see it.”
With a growl, Heath pulled out of her.
“Hurry, please!” Molly wanted Heath back, wanted them filling her.
Heath raised her legs and exposed her swollen pussy to Ail’s gaze. He shook his head, as if agreeing to something, and then positioned himself behind her on the chaise. They’d done this before, Heath in front and Ail in back. But this time was different from those other times. This time, they were both entering her vagina.
“Mine!” Ail growled, his muscular arm snaking around her middle to keep her back against his chest, where he roughly entered her. With a guttural rumble, he stroked her walls a few times, her vagina sucking him with every pass.
“Ours,” Heath growled back as he placed his head at her entrance. Ail stilled his movement as Heath inched inside her. Both cocks took up every available space inside her wet channel and then some. Heath lowered his lips to her throat, at his mark. Ail, still holding his cock steady, did the same thing on the other side of her shoulder. When Heath managed to push in all the way, joining Ail inside her core, they bit down in unison, drinking her blood together as they took her body together.
The pleasure was overwhelming, but she breathed deeply, willing herself to push back her climax so they could all enjoy themselves longer. She stared up at the moon, watching as a mist of fog covered the tops of the trees, wondering about all those lonely males out there hunting for their mates. And she didn’t want to wait for any more of their future to come. She was greedy. Wanted it all now. Tonight. This very moment.
She whispered the words before second thoughts besieged her, “I want a baby, too.”
She felt Ail ripple beneath her, his cock jumping inside her body. Heath pulled away from her throat, swallowed, and then licked her closed. When he looked at her, his lips curled around his canines in a self-indulgent smile. “Bairn.”
Ail lapped his bite mark, sealing her. Against her ear, he whispered exactly what he thought of her impulsive idea...
…and then he showed her.
Other books from Talyn Scott
The Six Feet Under Series
Captiva Captive Book 1
Captiva Craving Book 2
Captiva Capitulation Book 3
And the upcoming release Captiva Master Book 4 - Finally the time has come for Maestru.
Fanged Romance Series
Sanibel Heat Book 1
Sanibel Burn Book 2
Sanibel Sizzle Book 3
Sanibel Seduction Book 4
Sanibel Surrender Book 5