by J. E. Cluney
I cried out as the sheer bliss hit me, and he rode out my bucking body, pounding into me and dragging out my intense orgasm.
My clenching walls and orgasmic sounds must’ve been too much for him, and he shuddered and moaned as he joined me in finish.
We sucked in mouthfuls of air, and I trembled as the tingles coursed through me as I caught my breath.
He eased out of me, finding some tissues and tidying us both up before clambering onto the bed and pulling me into his arms.
I smiled softly as I closed my eyes and savored being the little spoon. Who could ever say no to being spooned?
“Thought I’d last a bit longer, sorry,” he murmured sheepishly.
“Don’t be,” I mumbled as I hugged his arm against my chest. I’d gotten my climax, so I wasn’t fussed on how quick he’d finished once he was inside me.
The distant laughter of the kangaroo shifters and Tyler’s distinct voice had me wondering just what they were up to.
Hopefully he’d stay out of trouble.
I flinched as the camper door swung open, but I relaxed when the familiar presence washed over me.
“Smells like sex,” Jackson murmured as he stepped inside and shut the door.
“You just missed it,” I chuckled as Darcy nuzzled my hair.
“Really? No chance for a replay?” Jackson pouted as he strode over to the end of the bed, the faint light from the fire outside seeping through the gap in the curtains and lighting his face.
A replay with my panther shifter? That was hard to say no to. But I was loving this sweet spooning too.
“Tyler’s showing off and just fitting right in out there, I’m a little out of place,” Jackson admitted as he moved to sit on the end of the bed.
“I think we’re all a little out of place,” I sighed. “Another country and such.”
I sat up, smiling back at Darcy as he raised himself on one arm.
“So, got something in your pocket there?” I smirked as I eyed the way Jackson’s shorts were tenting.
“Not my fault when it smells of orgasms and sex in here,” he shrugged playfully as he gave me his charming, lopsided smile.
I instantly ached at the sight of it and pursed my lips.
“Not too tired after Darcy?” he asked hopefully, staring at my naked body as I let the blanket fall from my shoulders.
“It was pretty good,” I smirked, tossing a smile back at Darcy and loving his proud expression. “But I need to be up for more, especially with three mates.”
“You don’t have to be,” Jackson said, but his voice was trailing off as I crawled over to him, sashaying my ass before climbing into his lap to straddle him.
“Damn,” Jackson breathed, and I claimed his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, loving how his hands wrapped around me and pulled me against him.
He couldn’t help himself as he ground into me, and I moaned as he did so.
I broke the kiss to stare into his eyes, adoring how they’d become slits as his canines lengthened. He really was in the mood. Whenever he got extremely aroused, he couldn’t help it, his panther side would shine through, ever since our romp in the woods when we’d first gotten together. My first time in a partially shifted state.
I felt my senses heighten as I joined him in the part-shift, my claws lengthening with my canines.
I pulled back, gazing into those golden panther eyes as he sucked in a delighted breath at seeing me in the same state.
“Be careful, we want our deposit back on this camper,” Darcy warned behind us. “No clawing the furniture.”
I chuckled as I glanced at him over Jackson’s shoulder, finding he’d flicked the covers back to watch us, unable to keep from touching his own erection.
“You could join us,” I gasped as Jackson nibbled on my neck, his canines dragging across my tender skin.
So primal and wild, I could smell our arousals now, and the sex that permeated the air.
It was making my body respond ten-fold, and I arched as Jackson ran his clawed thumb over my pert nipple.
Darcy considered the suggestion, and then a smile broke across his face as his own eyes narrowed to slits.
I’d only been able to talk him into trying it part-shifted a handful of times, but he always loved it when we did.
I growled softly as Darcy sat up, his canines lengthened and a wild look in his eye.
Jackson flipped me over onto my back, standing up so he could tear his clothing off before diving down to worship my body.
I gasped and moaned as Jackson trailed his hands down my sides while nipping and nibbling on my skin.
Darcy moved closer, stroking my face lovingly as his chest rumbled.
“You smell so fucking good,” Jackson growled as he kissed down my stomach and spread my legs, his claws digging into my thighs.
Darcy claimed my mouth, and I dragged my claws over his shoulders before cupping his face as Jackson kissed my hips and then my thighs.
The next thing I knew, Jackson had flipped me onto all fours, and I arched back as he teased my dripping entrance with his length.
“Hmm, you look good like that,” Darcy purred as he sat before me, slowly pumping himself as he watched me.
I gasped and let out a delighted moan as Jackson entered me doggy style, my walls tightening around him.
I reached out, stroking Darcy’s length before shuddering as Jackson began thrusting into me.
“I think I’ll wait, princess. Don’t want you biting or clawing me,” Darcy chuckled as I moaned, tempted to go down on him, which he noted.
I barely managed a nod as Jackson’s claws dug into my hips, yanking me back into him with each, deep, hard thrust.
The animalistic grunts and growls from us only spurred us on more, and Jackson hammered into me as I moaned and pushed back into him, desperate for more of the rough, deep sex that he was giving me.
I caught Darcy’s hot gaze as he pumped himself, enjoying seeing me screwed wildly. He paced himself, and I knew he was waiting for Jackson to finish so he could have another round with me.
Jackson leaned over me, his hands sliding around to fondle my breasts as he arched me up against his chest, still pounding into me.
I was trembling now, on the brink of yet another orgasm, when he bit into my shoulder.
I cried out, the pain and pleasure crashing into one and pushing me over the edge as my body writhed, and Jackson growled against my skin as he exploded inside me.
I sucked in mouthfuls of air as my chest heaved, and Jackson held me against him, licking at my wound on my shoulder.
“Fuck, I nearly finished just from watching,” Darcy moaned.
I smirked as Jackson pulled out of me, and I arched an eyebrow at Darcy before I crawled forward.
I pinned him down, my claws digging into his shoulders as he growled at me, those wild eyes taking me in with such desire and need that I throbbed.
I slid onto his length with ease thanks to Jackson lubing me up, and I began grinding onto him, throwing my head back as I made sure to rub myself the perfect way on him.
I rode him slow and sensually at first, but it quickly escalated to wild, desperate grinding and bouncing as another orgasm neared me.
Darcy flipped us over, gripping my legs and driving into me hard and fast as I clawed his back, gasping and moaning.
“Finish for me, Topaz,” he commanded, his voice low and demanding.
I couldn’t help it, him asserting his dominance like that as he pounded into me was the push I needed, and I bucked against him as I rode out the blissful, orgasmic waves.
He joined me, moaning my name as he buried his head into my shoulder.
I struggled to catch my breath, chuckling softly with sheer satisfaction as the pair repositioned themselves with me so that they were cuddling me on either side. Jackson was spooning me, while Darcy gave me a peck on the nose before throwing one arm over my waist.
I closed my eyes, listening to them breathe as a deep contentment washe
d over me.
My mates.
5
Darcy.
Seeing Topaz get all riled up as we made wild love, then partially shifting with Jackson, it was hard not to get in the mood again.
The way her body rippled and moved as Jackson kissed her, those feline eyes and her delicious smirk as she arched against him.
I’d gotten hard as soon as they’d started, and watching her get fucked from behind, so wild and primal, with claws and fangs, it was nearly enough to finish me.
Nearly.
But I held off, the thought of slipping inside her warm walls, allowing my animal side to take charge with her, and having her ride me like a crazed woman, it was pure bliss.
The overwhelming scents of sex, orgasm, arousal and a tinge of blood was setting me off, and I finished with her as soon as she began writhing beneath me, her sweet walls clenching me tight as she came.
Seeing her golden eyes roll back as she quivered and convulsed, her face contorting in absolute bliss, it was my breaking point.
Jackson claimed her in spooning from behind, so I settled on laying in front of her, stroking her face and just staring at the utter goddess whom I loved so dearly.
Her sweet, contented face was all I wanted to see as she drifted off, and I gazed at her for some time, stamping the image of her perfection in my mind. The soft curve of her eyebrow, those long eyelashes, high cheekbones; her perfect little nose and soft smile.
She was everything to me, the driving force all my life, the one I’d always wanted to make proud and make smile.
I stroked her cheek gently, my heart swelling as I finally allowed myself to succumb to sleep.
I awoke in bed with Topaz nuzzled into my side, her hair splayed around her and over her face.
I smiled softly as I gently brushed the wild strands out of her face, loving how her nose scrunched up and she rolled over with a soft mumble.
Jackson was no longer in the bed, and a quick glance around revealed he’d moved to his bunk bed at some point.
The other bed was untouched, which set off a few alarm bells, but I calmed myself.
Tyler had probably just passed out outside with the kangaroo shifters or something.
He’d been drinking a lot the night before.
I slowly slid out of bed, taking care not to wake T as I headed to the bathroom to relieve myself. The need to pee had been my reason for waking up.
Once that was out of the way, I put the kettle on, the thought of a nice caramel latte to wake me up making me smile.
Topaz would like it too, since she’d developed a love for the caramel ones.
I quietly dressed before heading back to the kitchen end, and I opened the camper door and hooked it back so it would stay open and let some fresh morning air through.
Not that the stench of sex from last night was unwelcome, but we did need to air it out.
Jackson grumbled, the sound of the kettle boiling obviously causing him to stir, and he clambered out of his bed to join me, tossing a tender glance back at Topaz, where she was curled up under the blanket.
“Morning,” Jackson yawned as he sat down. “Tyler not here?”
“Nope, probably passed out somewhere out there,” I sighed as I waved my hand at the open door.
The odd sound of kookaburras laughing started up, along with a few other bird calls.
“Sounds about right,” Jackson muttered as he rubbed his tired eyes and sat back.
I got up and made the three caramel lattes with the sachets we’d bought, and Jackson accepted his before I headed to gently wake T up.
I nudged her softly, loving how her face scrunched up and she huddled under the blanket further.
“Morning sleepy-head, caramel latte?” I murmured.
One eye opened lazily, and she sighed as I leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“Fine.”
I headed back to the table as she stretched and begrudgingly followed after slipping on her pajamas, sinking into the seat beside me and taking a gulp of the latte.
“Good,” she murmured as she closed her eyes.
She sipped it more, slowly perking up and coming to life.
“We’ve got cereal or bacon and eggs for breakfast?” I offered as I took another life-inducing sip of my latte.
“Where’s Tyler?” Topaz frowned as she finally glanced around and noted his absence.
“Wasn’t here when I woke up,” I stated as I stood up to start organizing some breakfast. Cereal sounded good for me. We’d bought some nutri-grain and cheerios to enjoy, and I was leaning more towards nutri-grain.
“You didn’t look for him?” Topaz scolded us as she stood up and headed for the door.
“Figured he was passed out,” I muttered, but I put off my breakfast pursuit as I followed after her. Jackson grumbled before slinking after us, and we made our way to where the kangaroos had had their camp.
Only two of the said shifters were there, both passed out in camp chairs.
“Hey,” Topaz nudged one of them, and the guy groaned and rolled his head.
“They’re useless, T, hungover. Probably won’t even know who we’re talking about,” I sighed as I eyed the messy camp. Someone had at least gathered up all the bottles and cans and stuck them into carton boxes, but chairs were strewn around with coolers.
“Well, where are the rest of them?” she rounded on me like I’d magically know.
“Probably on the beach like yesterday,” Jackson suggested.
I shrugged, and Topaz grumbled as she headed for the beach in her pajamas.
I shook my head as I followed after her, although I was getting a little concerned.
Where the hell was Tyler?
Was he seriously playing volleyball this early on the beach?
6
Why was I the only one worried about Tyler? Even when he drank, he always came home somehow, whether it be an Uber or a friend.
So managing the walk to the camper wasn’t too much of an ask.
But we knew no one here, and I was getting quite concerned about his disappearance.
Not caring that I was in my boxer shorts and flimsy top, I marched over the sand dune and down to the beach, not able to enjoy the early morning sky over the ocean.
I spied the kangaroo shifters, some were basking on the beach while others were in the water.
I spied Kev and Lachy, the only two I recognized from the bunch, with their toes in the water as they stared out at the horizon.
“Hey!” I called out as I darted across the sand towards them.
“Hey! Morning miss, everything okay?” Kev frowned as I drew closer.
“Is Tyler with you guys?” I asked, although my stomach had already dropped. I couldn’t see him anywhere along the stretch of beach.
“Nah, he headed out with Bruce this morning, nursing one hell of a hangover. Bruce said he had access to some Slog Grog, it’s a potion to fix hangovers, so they were going to swing by his place for it,” Kev said as he scratched his bushy beard, clearly perplexed by my clear panic. His brown hair was an unruly mess, while Lachy looked much like a surfer, with his blond locks that fell to his shoulders and his clean-shaven face.
“Bruce,” I muttered. Right, the shark shifter.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” Lachy said reassuringly, but I spun away as I headed back to the camper.
Hopefully the dumbass at least had his phone on him. I should’ve called him first.
I heard Darcy and Jackson apologize to the two guys before following after me.
I jogged back to the camper, heading inside and finding my phone on the bedside table.
I rang Tyler, scowling as it went to voicemail.
“Tyler, it’s me, where the hell are you? Call me back,” I demanded before hanging up. I shot a text through too as I bit my lip.
“Relax, he’s probably fine,” I murmured to myself.
“But you’re stressing big time anyway,” Darcy sighed as he stepped inside the camper.
/> “We’re in another country, we know no one, and we can’t find him,” I said, hating how my throat started to tighten. Why was I so worried? He was an adult, he could take care of himself.
So why did I have this horrible feeling in my gut that something was wrong?
“Hey, miss, if you’re that worried, we’ve got a witch friend just in town nearby that can track his phone. You have his number, my mate knows a special spell to track phone’s. Comes in handy when you don’t turn your app on. Dunno how many times he’s been hit up to find a misplaced phone,” Lachy chuckled as he stuck his head in the camper doorway.
I pursed my lips and drew in a steadying breath.
I knew I should just wait for him to call back, but something felt wrong.
“Okay.”
“Great, Kev, you able to drive?” Lachy frowned as he leaned back and disappeared from view.
“Dunno mate, had a few beers last night,” Kev said honestly.
“I’ll drive, we’ll take the SUV,” Darcy stated.
“Great,” Lachy lit up. “You guys get dressed, we’re just going to have a quick brekky.”
I sighed as I heard the pair of shifters head off, chatting away with their oddly loud voices.
“We’ll find him, relax, T. Get dressed, I’ll make you some breakfast, then we’ll head off. I’m sure he’s fine, just nursing a monster hangover,” Darcy said softly as he rubbed my arm reassuringly.
I wanted to believe that so badly, but I couldn’t shake this uneasy feeling.
And whenever I thought of Bruce, my stomach churned.
I didn’t trust that shark shifter.
“Evan is pretty cool, you’ll like him,” Lachy said as he gave us directions to the witch’s house. “He’ll help you out, I’m sure Tyler is fine.”
“Thanks,” I nodded as I sent yet another text after reaching voicemail yet again.
“So, you three are an item then?” Kev asked from the backseat with Lachy and Jackson. “Is Tyler part of it too?”
“Yes,” Darcy answered honestly as he shot me a look. I was too worried about Tyler to care what the two shifters thought of our weird little group.