Pleasure bursts through me as Varick drags his tongue from the bottom to the top of my slit, swirling around my clit in slow, torturous circles before starting all over again. His hands grip my ass, tipping me up to his mouth.
Kender’s callused hand covers my breast, cupping me gently before tweaking my nipple. The roughness of his skin abrades my tip, firing every nerve in my body. Lying down next to me, he licks and fondles the erect nub before sucking it deeply. The drawing pull connects directly to my clit, combining with Varick’s sucking on my clit. I can feel my orgasm building, pulsing just beyond my reach.
“Oh God. More, give me more!” Varick slides a finger into my pussy, quickly joined by another as he crooks them upward, flicking back and forth. Heat rushes over me as he sucks hard, and Kender’s almost-painful pull on my nipples sends me over the edge. I tense as the feelings spark through my body, ripples of sensation pulsing all the way to my toes. My channel floods with juices as I come, Varick lapping up the cream like a cat, purring all the while.
“You taste so good, baby.” Varick licks his way up my body before feasting on my lips. I can taste myself -- and the passion he drained from me. The same desperate urges rise in my body again as he and Kender play my emotions in a well-tuned duet.
“Sweetheart, are you ready for me?” Kender kneels between my thighs, his face tense with desire. His hard cock in hand, he strokes it in slow motion, gritting his teeth at the sensation. How’d he know I love watching a man play with himself? I just nod, looking into his eyes as he rubs the head of his cock at my entrance, sliding through the juices to ready me.
With a short press of his hips, he slides inside of me -- stretching me -- so good. Ah God, it’s been too long. He pulls back, and then pushes again. Deeper… harder… so full. His groan comes from somewhere deep inside his chest as he grabs my hips, pushing even farther. He sets up a delicious rhythm as I pull Varick toward me, pulling his cock into my throat as deep as I can. He grips my hair, thrusting into my mouth as I wrap my hand around the base, and my legs around Kender’s hips.
I soar higher and harder as they press into me, and Kender’s deep thrusts drag me farther and farther. Varick pulls back, shaking his head as I reach for him. I want him to come, too. “No, baby. I want to come in your pussy this time. But the next time, I’m gonna take your sweet little ass.”
The slide of Kender’s fingers pulling on my clit take me the rest of the way. I cry out as he leans forward with a growl, his bite on my neck swift and deep as he floods my channel, holding me still as he pulses into me, claiming me. The painful reality of his bite quickly turns into a sucking vortex of desire as his emotions rush through me, combining with mine in a paranormal mating claim as old as time.
His rough tongue laps at the wound on my neck, soothing me, bringing me back down to Earth in a slow, floating haze of satisfaction. His rumbly growl almost sounds like a purr, the sweet smile on his face matching mine. Threading his fingers through my hair, he kisses me slowly, reverently. I can’t believe the emotions running through me.
“Damn, that was hot.” Varick’s sexy voice flows over me, bringing more emotions to the surface -- emotions I need to satisfy before I can be content. Anticipation rises inside me once more. Surely it can’t be as good as that twice. It’s not humanly possible. But then again, they’re not human.
Kender moves aside, lying next to us and watching me with a feral grin. “Go for it, sweetheart. Give him everything you’ve got.”
Varick lies on his back, pulling me on top of him. “Ride me, Aurora. I want to watch you as you come apart for me.” Slowly, I rise up, then slide down, taking him in. Hard, slick, and curved just right. He reaches places inside of me that set me on fire. I groan as I rotate my hips, grinding my clit against him in a passionate dance of desire. His grip on my hips lets him shove even further into me.
I grunt with every thrust, pushed beyond simple sex into a pulsing state of need. I want him to come with me. I need him to come with me. To claim me, to bind himself with me as Kender has. Sitting up, he cradles me in his lap, his cock wedged so far inside I can’t tell where he stops and I begin. Sucking my nipples hard, he rubs his fingers in my juices, sliding them around behind me to play with my anus. I can’t help jumping when he enters me with his finger -- plunging it in and out in tandem with his cock.
“Baby, I’m getting close. Come for me.” His face tight with need, he pulls me down hard on him, pressing deep as his teeth grip my shoulder, just enough to break the skin. Again I experience that bright flash of emotions -- both his and mine -- before that amazing orgasm engulfs me. He pulls his teeth free to watch me as he comes, as we come together. I grit my teeth with the force of the spasms rocking me.
My breath comes in sharp gasps as I come down, the aftershocks still gripping Varick’s cock inside me in waves. “Holy crap!”
“You can say that again.” He’s as breathless as I am, looking at me with wonder in his eyes as he caresses me softly.
“You were right, Varick. It’s damned hot to watch… but I’d really rather participate. Ready for round two?” Kender’s eyes are bright, his thick cock standing at attention.
“I’m only human, guys. You’re going to have to give me a breather for a few -- it’s been awhile.” They both chuckle at my attempt at humor. “By the way, you don’t have to bite me every time we have sex, do you?”
“Only if you want us to, sweetheart.”
Varick’s Blog (7)
Hot water sluices down my chest, steam rising around me and blanketing me in comforting anonymity. I try and blank my mind to what I’ve done, but her emotions still run through my veins. Mated and claimed. It feels so good -- so right -- but I’m a phoenix. What if I can’t stick around?
Memories of my family flit through my head in flashes. It was an uncomfortable childhood, my father always running out, my mother angry at his repeated betrayals. I don’t want to do that to Aurora or to Kender. Neither of them deserves that kind of hurt. Maybe I should have left after Kender claimed her. She would have been safe then, and I know he’ll take care of her. Yet the counter thought runs through my mind: Who will take care of you?
The cool rush of air as the shower curtain opens sends a chill down my spine. Aurora’s arms wrap around me, stealing the soap. “You don’t mind if I share your shower, do you? Kender’s getting us some breakfast.”
The floodgate of emotions opens again. I can’t leave her. I don’t want to. She means too much to me already. “Not at all, baby. Come here and let me soap you up.”
Her embarrassed chuckle warms me hotter than the water. “I don’t mind if you wash my back, but I’m a little… sore. I wasn’t really prepared for last night.” She touches the healing wounds on her neck and shoulder where we claimed her in our passion.
“It’s okay. I can be a good boy and just wash you.” She smiles as she steps under the water, her hair darkening with moisture. As I work shampoo into her hair, she leans up against the wall, her nipples peaking in the cool air of the bathroom.
Down boy, down! I move her back under the water to rinse her hair, and then steal the soap from her hands. Slick with lather, I smooth my hands over her, lingering at her breasts, wandering over her ass and squeezing, even braving a brief soaping between her legs before moving elsewhere. She groans as she leans on me, and my cock grows even harder.
Her shoulders feel firm, muscled, tight, though they look so soft. My soapy massage loosens her up and her relaxed stance against me breaks with a chuckle. “I thought you were just going to soap me up, Varick.” Her hand wanders down the length of my body, stopping at my erection.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t enjoy it.”
“Breakfast is ready!” Kender’s voice calls from the hallway, his footsteps walking away.
With a quick grab of the soap, she lathers her hand up, stroking it up and down my cock with a firm grip. I can’t help but lean back to enjoy it. “Mmm, baby, you’re gonna make us late for breakfast.”<
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She grins, rinses her hand off and steps from the shower. “Nope, I’m on my way right now.” Her delighted gaze lands on her handiwork. “You, however, might want to take care of that before you come to breakfast. Kender made French toast… but I don’t guarantee there’ll be any left by the time you get there.” Aurora’s laughter follows her out.
“That’s playing dirty, you know.” A few minutes later, I snatch a bite of her breakfast at the kitchen table before filling my own plate.
“Yes, I know. But I’ll do whatever it takes when French toast is involved!”
Kender looks between us curiously.
“She hijacked my shower, then left me standing there with a dick hard enough to pound nails while she runs out here to scarf all the food.”
“Oh, sweetheart, that is playing dirty. I think we’ll have to gang up on you for doing that. After all, we guys have to stick together.” Kender winks at me, playing along.
“Actually, I was thinking about you two, and what we should do about our… situation. We could do a schedule. You know, Varick on one day, Kender on another. And some days for myself, of course. I’m great at working up charts and schedules. I can make a copy for each of us. That way there won’t be any confusion or jealousy.”
“Seriously? You want to put us on a schedule?”
“You’re kidding, right?” Kender sounds as astonished as I feel.
“No, of course I’m not. It makes sense, really. After all, we’re creatures of habit. If we have certain days with certain people, then we’ll always know where we’re going to be and with whom.” Aurora sits back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. Oh yeah… she’s got major control issues.
“How about we think about that for a few days, okay? Let’s get a little more comfortable with each other before we make any big decisions.” I send a telling look to my partner in crime. Kender and I, we’re shifters. And shifters don’t do romance on a schedule.
His short nod confirms he’s on the same wavelength. “Yeah, that sounds good to me. Aurora?”
“Well, I suppose so. I don’t really like leaving things up in the air, but if you need more time to get used to the idea, I guess it’s all right with me.”
After cleaning up, we head into the nearest town for supplies. Kender’s cabin might have been ready for overnight guests, but if we’re going to be here awhile, we’ll need more food.
“Kender, glad to see you back, man!”
“It’s good you’ve come home.”
“I hope we’ll be seeing you around here more often, young man.”
So many people in the store seem to know Kender, recognizing him from when he lived here. Definitely a paranormal-friendly town. I’d heard of them, but there aren’t enough as far as I’m concerned. However, these welcomes didn’t seem to extend to Aurora. From the suspicious looks thrown my way, their welcomes don’t cover double matings, either.
“That was uncomfortable.” Aurora’s nervous comment says it all as we load the groceries into Kender’s pickup truck. “Are they always like that to strangers?”
“No. Not that I’ve really noticed. It’s been a long time since I was here, though. I’ve been in the military since I left home. Things have changed everywhere.”
“Kender?” the feminine voice purrs from behind us. Her hand locks possessively on his shoulder, as if she is well used to handling him.
“Jordan Miller? Wow, it’s been years since I’ve seen you. How have you been? How’s Mike?”
The woman moves closer to him, definitely on the prowl. “Oh, Mike’s been gone for years, honey. He moved on to greener pastures. So have I.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. You and Mike seemed like a good couple. Jordan Miller, this is Aurora Monroe and Varick Gerard. Jordan’s an old friend of mine from school.” Kender looks a little nervous.
The woman glances at us, dismissing Aurora out of hand with a condescending whisper. “A human. How sweet.” Her smile of invitation hones in on the gryphon. “Just an old friend, huh? Oh, Kender. We were so much more than friends.”
Aurora steps in between them, pushing Kender into the cab of the truck. “How nice for you. Now if you’ll excuse us, we’re on our way home for a nice, hot, messy human/shifter sandwich. Which doesn’t include old friends. I’m sorry, but you’re not invited, Ms. Miller. You’ll just have to find your own greener pastures. These two are mine.”
With the slamming of doors and the rev of an engine, we’re off to the cabin. Neither of us are going to turn down an invitation like that -- even if it did come out of a jealous show-down. That Jordan woman didn’t look too happy to be left in the dust, but really, she was asking for it.
Kender and I grin over Aurora’s head. Sandwiched between us sounds like both a meal and dessert at the same time. Add in two horny shifters who’ve been denied all day, mix in a little hot-tempered, jealous woman with something to prove, and I, for one, can’t wait to get home.
“I’m sorry, Kender. I hope I didn’t offend you.” She still sounds more pissed than contrite, but keeps her head lowered, looking at the floor of the truck. Her hands fist in the new skirt she just bought in town, threatening the swirly fabric.
“Her family and mine have been friends since we were kids. I think they -- and she -- always expected us to end up together. But Jordan’s always been a troublemaker. We dated a few times, but she wasn’t what I was looking for. When she came on to me with both barrels in the parking lot like that, I didn’t quite know how to let her down easy.”
“That kind of woman you don’t let down easy, Kender. You cut off their head with a shovel and bury it before it bites you.”
Yeah, she’s not pissed. Not at all.
“I think I like this jealous side of you, sweetheart.” Kender’s not fooled, either.
“I’m not jealous. Whatever gave you that idea?”
Kender’s Blog (8)
“What about the schedule, Aurora?” We barely make it in the door before she’s tearing my clothes off. Varick’s and hers follow soon after. Flying buttons and the sound of tearing fabric make me glad we bought extra clothing. The girl’s hard on them.
“Yeah, which one of us has the pleasure of your company tonight?”
God, Varick has a wickedly evil sense of humor. It makes this odd group-mating thing a hell of a lot more entertaining.
“You boys wanted more time to think about enacting a schedule. Consider this more time. Now get over here and make love to me, before I send you both out for Jordan leftovers.”
Oooh, she’s a spitfire when she’s angry! I’ll have to keep that in mind. “Yes, ma’am!” With a salute, I tip her onto the bed where she lands on Varick. Her giggles burst from her in a peal of delight. “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you? You’re being a very naughty girl today, Aurora.” Varick turns her over to kneel above him. Seems we think more alike than I thought possible for two different species of shifters. Men are men everywhere, I guess.
The sharp slap of my hand on her lush little ass makes it jiggle. Oh damn, that’s hot! Her shocked gasp as she stills, leaves me time to appreciate the reddening print on her delicious curves.
“You slapped me!”
I can’t tell if she’s more surprised that I did it, or turned on waiting for more. The familiar scent of her rising arousal answers my question. “Yes, I did. Naughty little girls should be punished, don’t you think, Varick?”
“Definitely should be punished,” he mumbles as he pulls her down to kiss her briefly. Her moan entices me as she waves her ass in the air. “She’s a handful.”
“I don’t need to be spanked. I’m not a kid!” She squirms again, but doesn’t move from her position. Nor does she put her ass down. With a scared, but excited glance over her shoulder, she waits.
The sight of my hand marking her there, even temporarily, gives me a powerful rush of lustful desire. “Oh yeah, you definitely need to be spanked, sweetheart.” With a slap to her other cheek, she squeals, her juices
definitely flowing. I rub the red marks gently, dipping to stroke her pussy. Sliding down the slick channel to her clit, I circle it, rubbing her into a frenzy as she writhes over Varick, then presses back against me.
“Damn, I need inside you. Move over, Varick. She rides me this time.”
“Don’t you think I should have a choice?”
“Of course you have a choice, baby.” Varick moves up behind her, gripping her hip with one hand. With the other, he gives her a stinging slap right on top of my handprint, then a long, slow lick over the renewed redness. “You want me in your ass this time, or Kender?”
“Oh God.”
“Guess that means me.” Varick’s evil chuckle sets us off into peals of laughter.
“You think you’re a god now, Varick?” Aurora’s voice still carries the lilt of humor.
“Why don’t you tell me what you think after tonight?” His finger slides into her, pumping her pussy, and sending her giggles straight into moans of delight.
“Sit on my cock, Aurora. I need you.” I pull her over to straddle me, the tip of my cock teasing her channel as Varick holds her still. I dip in; once, twice, and then grab her hips, sliding deeper. “Oh yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. Work it in. Ride me.” Her tight passage grips me as she moves, pressing further down, then up until I almost pull free. She grinds her mound against me, slippery with her cream.
“What the… Mmm.” Varick slips a finger in her ass, sliding opposite my thrusts. Another joins his first finger, spreading her -- readying her for a double penetration. Her eyes widen as she gets used to the sensation. “I don’t know about this. Are you sure it’ll…” She gasps as Varick rubs the head of his cock over the tight rosette, sliding with the lube we got in town. “That feels…” The rest of her sentence is lost as she groans deeply, her eyes tightly closed. Brushing my lips against her neck, I feel her pulse pounding in a desperate rhythm. Tasting her flesh, I lick over the spot, sucking lightly as she tenses.
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