Spirits Shared

by Jory Strong

  Her body shuddered with the force of her release. Gray fog crowded in at the edges of her consciousness and she fought against passing out.

  It took effort to open her eyes partway. Clay's face was above hers now, his eyelids lowered, his mouth a sensual line that begged to be explored. She kissed him and tasted herself.

  The need that had coalesced into a mind-blowing orgasm returned with a vengeance, only this time she wouldn't truly be satisfied until their cocks were inside her.

  She became aware of Tekoa's arm then, how it rested across her pelvis so his hand could wrap around Clay's shaft.

  Dark fantasies crowded in and she wriggled downward and out from underneath Tekoa's arm. She rose onto her knees and for a long moment looked at her two men. They were beyond gorgeous. They were everything she'd ever want.

  She chased Tekoa's hand away from Clay's cock and replaced it with her own. He was hot, hard steel.

  She took possession of Tekoa's cock and it pulsed against her palm. She used her grip on them to maneuver them closer and their anticipation heightened her own.

  They wanted their cocks to touch. They wanted her to see them touching.

  She leaned down and licked the head of Clay's cock, then did the same to Tekoa's.

  They panted. Their hips jerked.

  She continued teasing, sucking one of them, exploring the slitted tip, then doing the same to the other.

  Only when they were both straining, quivering, threatening her with punishment and hoarse promises of getting even did she rub the slick, swollen tips together.

  "Jesus," Clay panted, but she wasn't done with them yet.

  She loved them with her mouth and tongue, caressed and sucked their cocks. And the pleasure drove them into each other's arms, into a kiss that was hard and hot and wetly passionate.

  When it ended their breath shuddered in and out of their chests. Their eyes glittered with male intention.

  Clay rose to his knees. His face was taut, the demand in his eyes so familiar she licked her lips to tease him further. "Suck my cock, Jess, or Tekoa's going to watch you get a spanking."

  Her pussy clenched and liquid arousal leaked from flushed, parted lower lips. Another day, another time, she'd gladly take the spanking. But right now she wanted their cocks inside her more.

  She got on her hands and knees, hyperaware of Tekoa positioning himself behind her.

  "Now, Jess," Clay said, his hips giving a small thrust toward her mouth.

  She obeyed and was immediately rewarded by Tekoa's hand between her thighs, cupping her mound, pressing his palm to her clit before sliding his fingers over her opening.

  "That's good, baby," Clay said, gripping her hair as she made love to him with her mouth. "You're so good."

  His praise flooded her channel with more arousal. She pressed backward, driving Tekoa's fingers deeper.

  "She's so wet," Tekoa said. "She's always so wet and ready."

  "Do you want him to put his cock in you?" Clay asked.

  Her mouth left his hard flesh long enough to moan and say, "Yes."

  Tekoa's fingers retreated and she whimpered. His hands smoothed over her bare buttocks then cupped her hips.

  His cock head pressed to her entrance. And his entering her, stretching her one slow inch at a time, was sweet torture. She tried to rush him, to impale herself on him, but his hands on her hips prevented it.

  Clay's quickened breathing made her shiver with anticipation. "Suck me, Jess, take me all the way back while Tekoa fucks your beautiful little pussy."

  She couldn't have disobeyed if her life depended on it. On the drive to the cabin, part of her had worried that Clay's coarse talk would remind her of the convict and have her shying away from his demands before she could stop herself from doing it, but love and trust kept that from happening.

  She liked Clay's rough side as much as she liked the tender side he was always willing to show her. His dominance turned her on as much as his caring did.

  "That's right, babe," Clay said, tightening his grip on Jess's hair, lust pouring into him at the sight of Tekoa's glistening cock powering in and out of Jess.

  Christ, she made him feel helpless and powerful at the same time.

  He was addicted to her. He'd been completely lost from the first.

  His balls pulled tight and his heart thundered. "I'm not going to last much longer."

  In the cruiser Tekoa had told Jess he'd show her what it meant to belong to The People when they got back to the cabin. And then at the desk he'd said they'd come to bed and soar.

  Clay assumed it'd happen when they came together, but he was having a hard time focusing on why he should wait. Not when ecstasy was Jess's mouth on his cock.

  He moaned and leaned forward. "Oh god, Jess, that feels so good. Don't stop. Don't stop."

  White-hot shards of pleasure skittered along his backbone. He was close. Almost there.

  Jessica whimpered and then her mouth left him.

  Clay's eyelids flew open. He was panting, his hips pumping, air-fucking where Jessica's mouth had just been.

  Tekoa's hand landed on Clay's chest and pushed him backward. "Get on top of him," Tekoa told Jess. "Put his cock inside you."

  She straddled him, guided him to her entrance. Clay moaned and arched, shuddered as the tight muscles of her pussy clamped down on him, every bit as hungry and wet as her mouth.

  Oh yeah, he thought, driving himself deeper, this is better.

  Hands in her hair, he brought her mouth to his. "I love you so much," he said, melding their lips together so his tongue could mimic what his cock was doing.

  Tekoa's shaft was wet. Her back entrance was slick with arousal but he still coated himself with lubricant then prepared Jess for his cock.

  She shivered, widened her thighs, and tilted her pelvis. And Clay's hands swept down her spine then palmed her buttocks and spread them.

  Lust burned thorough Tekoa in a soul-deep need that would only be appeased one way. He placed the head of his cock at her back entrance. Fought against the tight ring of muscles keeping him from being with both of his mates at the same time.

  Inch by inch he joined with them. Nothing in his life had prepared him for the ecstasy of another man's cock against his as they were both held deep in their woman's body.

  He stayed motionless for as long as he could. He savored the pulse of their shared heartbeat. He offered a prayer of thanks for both Jessica and Clay.

  And then he thrust. Slowly at first. Then faster. His cock in tandem with Clay's. His cock in counterthrust. And between them Jessica writhed and moaned and whimpered.

  Her pleasure ratcheted up theirs. Her heated flesh inflamed them, drove them to give everything.

  Jessica felt full, not only from the dual penetration of their cocks, but from the emotion swamping her. It was almost too much, as though her body couldn't house the pleasure that came with having them both love her so intensely.

  Her heart raced and thundered. Her channel tightened on them, as if somehow she could stop the wild rush if she could only hold their cocks still in her depths.

  Tekoa's mouth brushed her ear. "Don't fight it, Jess. Let go."

  Clay's fingers squeezed her nipples and sent erotic pain flashing to her clit. "Come for us, babe. Come for us."

  He tightened his fingers and she lost the battle. Screamed as the hot wash of their semen poured into her and an orgasm unlike any she'd ever experienced cast her into the unknown.

  For a split second there was only the gray cold of a scattered mass before a cloud was born. It was followed by cognizance, consciousness. Total awareness.

  Her human form lay on the bed, held between Tekoa and Clay, but her spirit flew in a brightly feathered body that was myth and reality at the same time.

  Tekoa was above her. Clay was beneath.

  What do you think, babe? Pretty cool huh? Clay said, lifting so her talons touched his back.

  More like amazing. She looked up at Tekoa's larger form, her heart swe
lling. Because of you.

  His laugh was husky and tender and filled with promise. Not because of me. The three of us were always meant to be together. The two of you just needed to show up on Thunderbird lands.

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  Inked Magic and the sequel, Inked Destiny: A ménage set in modern-day San Francisco where a changeling tattoo artist has come to the attention of two very compelling men—the son of a mob boss and an Elven lord.

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  And there are more, stand-alone stories. Information on them can be found at: http://www.jorystrong.com.

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  About the Author

  I've been writing since childhood and have never outgrown being a daydreamer. When I'm not hunched over my computer, lost in the muse and conjuring up new heroes and heroines, I can usually be found reading, riding horses, or walking dogs.

  My stories have won numerous awards and been national best sellers. I live in California with my husband and a menagerie of pets.

  I love connecting with readers! Visit my website at http://www.jorystrong.com or contact me at jory@jorystrong.com. I can also be found on Twitter and Facebook.