A tiny adjustment…just so…enough to give Tag ease, more for his peace of mind than hers. After all, he might cause her a little pain, soon to be dispelled by pleasure, but he couldn’t harm her immortal form.
Tag made a small, happily surprised noise and moved into position.
She raised up. She sank down onto Paul’s cock, letting his length fill her.
So good, but one thing would make it better. She leaned forward, lying on Paul’s body. He wrapped his arms around her. “Beautiful Akane,” he whispered. “Hold still now so Tag can come in. Then we can fuck you together. I can’t tell you…” He arched up and strained to see what was happening. Then he fell back, silent and grinning. Apparently even Paul’s verbal facility failed at the sight of his husband parting Akane’s buttocks and pushing gently into her ass.
She spoiled Tag’s efforts to be gentle by pushing back.
For a second, it stung, and she wondered if she should have let Tag take his sweet time. Then a flame lit inside her and it didn’t matter anymore. Tag and Paul were both deep inside her, separated by only one sensitized barrier. They felt huge, invading not only her sex and ass, but all the way to her mind and spirit.
Energy swirled among them—hers, Tag’s, Paul’s, blending together into a great rainbow. Pleasure built inside her, so strong it felt like the top of her head might blow off from its pressure. Being corporeal didn’t get much better than this.
Then the men began to move, and it got even better.
Chapter Twenty-one
It wasn’t like the red magic ritual with both of them in her pussy. That had been pleasurable, but awkward, not something she’d go out of her way to experience again. This felt completely natural, and it took almost no time for the three of them to establish a rhythm. Tag would press deeper and Paul would pull back a little, then they’d switch, rocking her between them so they moved inside without ever robbing her of that wonderful fullness.
Sweet spirits of her imaginary ancestors, she was full. Full of cock, full of pleasure, full of love.
Full of power. They hadn’t meant to work red magic, but their shared energy zinged over her skin, charging the air like erotic lightning.
“Look,” Tag exclaimed, his voice sounding as if he had to drag the words back from the other side of the world. “Trickster’s tits, look.”
She’d had her eyes closed to relish the sweet sensation all the more, but she opened them now.
The room rainbowed with their shared energies. The cotton sheets were suddenly crimson silk, but that was the least startling of the transformations around them. The bed, floating a few feet above the hardwood floor and spinning gently, was bursting into bloom. The nightstand and dresser sported more autumnal foliage. A ficus plant in the corner shot up so it strained against the ceiling, and the potted orchids, grown huge, looked as if they were at home in a tropical rain forest. A discarded sweater had transformed itself into a red lamb with button eyes, which gamboled around the bedroom on spindly legs. The hands on the antique wall clock spun wildly, while the digital clock flashed impossible times: 9300 hours, 2730.
“Is this normal for you?” Paul asked.
“Not exactly.” In fact, she’d never seen anything like it before—but she’d never had such incredibly potent sex with such powerful partners when she had her own full abilities, either. She was finding it hard to concentrate on speech, between the magic in the room and the overwhelming red heat of their shared arousal. “At least I can get your sweater back.”
She shot a tendril of power at the adorable but unlikely creature, which unraveled and reknitted into a sweater. She thought the buttons might be askew, but that could be handled by mundane means later. Someone in this huge extended family had to know how to sew.
“We need to come,” Paul said. “Need to ground the power. Too much chaos.”
“No such thing!” Akane, on the verge of exploding, began to laugh. Each chuckle made her contract a little on the cocks inside her. Each laugh made the bed dance a little faster. “This is great!”
“This is an old house…” As Paul said that, one of the pictures fell from the wall, bringing a bit of plaster with it.
Oops. Maybe there was such a thing as too much chaos. If they knocked down the house, someone was bound to get hurt. Akane reeled a little of the power back.
Connected as they were, though, she pulled some of the men’s energy with it.
She froze as the shared energies whirled inside her. “Inari!” she exclaimed. And then, “Now. Paul, Tag, now,” she cried as the combination of pleasure and magic overwhelmed her.
As the orgasm struck, she sent her power and what she could catch of Tag’s bright energy and twined it with Paul’s, helped Paul push the power into a ball of sorts. “Out the west window,” Paul managed to say, and a meteor of rainbowed power zinged out toward the ocean, where the salt water would ground and dissipate it.
She dissolved into light as the men shot into her, reformed around them. They collapsed together into a sticky, sated heap.
“Paul, sweetie, we need to send Elissa’s kid the best birthday presents ever for the rest of her life.” Predictably Tag had recovered his energy first.
“We can get the first one tomorrow. Right now, we have other things to do.”
Akane laughed ruefully. “Like clean up the room, I suppose. My apologies. I had no idea that would happen.” Everything had reverted back to its normal state once they dispelled the power, but small objects had flown everywhere, the floor was dusted with plaster and scattered with dried leaves and faded petals, and she was pretty sure she smelled sheep dung. Very wooly sheep dung.
“Well, that,” Paul said, pulled her and Tag even closer. “But I was thinking more of reinforcing our personal wards and the protective spells on the bed. There’s still enough residual power here to do that easily. And then we need to have a lot more sex so we can figure out how to enjoy the magical effects without quite so much chaos.”
“Not so much chaos?” Tag made a pouty face. “What fun is that?’
Paul grinned. “At least not so much chaos we destroy things. I thought I’d start with tying you and Akane up, seeing if that helps control the flow of energy. You’ve always said you wanted to try a little bondage.”
Akane laughed, one of those laughs that started at the roots of the world and ended up in her soul via her sex. “I’m not sure that’s going to do much to cut down on the chaotic sexual energy, Paul—it might just add to it—but I can’t wait to try.”
About the Author
Teresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories in kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica, she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer—but hot paranormals are her favorite. She’s hard at work on more Duals and Donovans adventures.
Teresa is a regular hearth witch herself, or at least a crunchy granola girl. When not writing, she enjoys belly dance, yoga, playing in the ocean, cooking, and growing more vegetables than she and her husband can possibly eat. She shares her home in southern Massachusetts with her husband and three cats whose total weight approaches sixty pounds. Noodle, Rumble and Measanan deserve their own shout-out as inspirations for this series. (Cats, after all, are sensualists and children of Trickster.)
To learn more about Teresa Noelle Roberts, please visit www.teresanoelleroberts.com. She loves to meet fans, so feel free to add her on Facebook or check out her blog at www.teresanoelleroberts.blogspot.com.
Look for these titles by Teresa Noelle Roberts
Now Available:
Lions’ Pride:
To save the one they love, they’re going in with spells blazing…
Lions’ Pride
© 2009 Teresa Noelle Roberts
Duals and Donovans: The Different, Book 1
Elissa Donovan is a real green witch—when she and her lion-shapeshifter husband have sex, the blazing heat is recycled to warm their house. Now her beloved Jude has been kidnapped by a shadowy govern
ment agency, and the last place she can turn for help is her high-powered family, who considers her magical mediocrity.
When Rafe Benedict gets Elissa’s call for muscle to back up her magic, he risks his law enforcement career to answer. He’s spent a lifetime hiding his Dual ability, but something about Elissa and Jude’s magic awakens the cougar within him.
Tempting, bronzed Rafe is the perfect fuse for Elissa’s sex-fueled magic. Danger lies in breaking her vows; joining with anyone other than her true mate could not only send her marriage up in flames, it could burn out her powers in a last, all-or-nothing explosion. But Jude is worth the risk. And for Rafe, potential heartbreak is nothing next to the chance to help the two people he’s coming to love.
First, though, Rafe needs a crash course in Cougar…
Enjoy the following excerpt from Lions’ Pride:
The two men watched out the window as Elissa drove away. Then Rafe went back to alternately fiddling with his gun and pacing. Jude picked a magazine at random from a rack by one of the chairs. It turned out to be a year-old copy of Good Housekeeping, but he forced himself to read recipes and parenting advice and articles about people dealing with ordinary problems like bankruptcy and cancer.
The distraction only worked so long.
“How much longer do you think she’ll be?” Jude tossed the magazine aside and focused his energy on not wringing his hands or biting his nails or some other unmanly show of the jitters.
And not staring too hard at Rafe.
He did better with the not-wringing-his-hands part than with not staring.
Rafe was pacing, too, and watching him in motion was anything but calming. Too damn easy to imagine the muscles moving under his clothes, too easy to see the cat inside the human-seeming form. Too damn easy to remember pumping into his gorgeous ass.
Or to wonder, as a way of not obsessing about Elissa’s absence, how weird and yet hot it would be to let Rafe fuck him.
That was almost as scary in its way as everything else going on, even if it was more the fun, roller-coaster flavor of scary.
Jude repeated the question, phrasing it a little differently. “When do you think she’ll be back?” Maybe he’d stop pacing while he talked, and Jude could stop imagining Rafe’s body over his.
No such luck. Now he was running his fingers through his hair as he paced, calling attention to its black silk texture. Cop-short though it was, it still managed to look sexily out of control. Just what Jude didn’t need.
“She hasn’t been gone all that long. She’s fine. Relax.”
Easy for Rafe to say.
“I know. I’d know if something happened to her, like she does with me.” Like either of us would with you now, like it or not. “It’s just… Dammit, she keeps putting herself on the line for me. For us.”
“This time she’s just buying food—unless you want to eat worn-out furniture? I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to risk hunting unless we’re really in the boonies.” Rafe raised an eyebrow. “I guess we are in the boonies, but I mean farther in the boonies. Or in Canada.”
“But it’s just that…” He couldn’t speak the words. Out loud, they’d sound too corny, too sentimental. “I hate having her out of our sight.”
It came off better in silentspeech, with all the right overtones of “a pride divided is a pride endangered”. And none of what he was afraid might come out if he spoke English, that now their world had shrunk to the three of them versus, basically, everyone. He needed Elissa in ways he’d never imagined. He needed Rafe, too, and when Elissa wasn’t around, he needed Rafe too much, wanted to cling and act in ways he dared to do with Elissa, but not with another man.
Silentspeech was safer.
Rafe nodded. “I hear you.” He could pick up Jude’s silentspeech while in human form, but hadn’t yet perfected the knack of answering that way. “I’d rather stay together, even though what she said made sense.”
“Maybe she’ll get steak,” Jude said, trying to distract himself. “I could use some raw meat. Bet you could, too.”
Rafe flashed a lecherous grin. “I’ve got your raw meat right here.” Jude couldn’t help chuckling, and Rafe said, “Got you to laugh. See, everything will be fine.”
Rafe didn’t stop pacing, though.
“Then why are you wearing a trail in the floor and twitching like Trickster dropped ants down your pants?”
“Hey, just because I understand doesn’t mean I have to like it. She’ll be back soon. Hour or less. With that steak you’re talking about and, if we’re lucky, hot coffee all around. Then we can hit the road.”
“Coffee.” Jude sighed, but though coffee sounded wonderful, it wasn’t really coffee that was making him sigh.
“Soon” couldn’t be too soon for Jude.
Every minute apart from Elissa was torture at this point.
And every minute alone with Rafe was torture of a different kind.
As long as Elissa was with them, he could accept the attraction to Rafe. As long as Elissa was in the bed, too, he could touch Rafe and still feel like himself. It wasn’t even a question of feeling straight. Dual culture didn’t care much about that shit, thinking of it as human silliness that came from not understanding the Powers didn’t give a hairball what you did as long as everyone involved had fun. If anything, he felt dumb for not at least giving it a try when he was single and occasionally got hit on by guys.
The sinking realization that it was becoming more than sex, on the other hand, terrified him almost as much as Shaw did.
Tackling the guy and fucking him into next week? That was just good clean dirty fun, with a bonus of turning Elissa on and helping rebuild her magical reserves. Daydreaming about Rafe staying with them, building a new life with them after they got to Canada? Now that was scary shit. He’d never known a lion family with more than one adult male in it, except for the ones that were all guys and that was another ball of wax. Or bottle of lube.
On the other hand, foxes pulled it off all the time. Fox dual women were collectors of fine men and fox guys liked it that way, especially since most of them weren’t averse to another fine man, either.
Hells, if it worked for foxes…
Jude hadn’t realized how hard and how viscerally he was thinking until Rafe stopped pacing and said, “Does Elissa know you have a thing for fox women?”
Bluff! “I don’t, really, but did you know fox girls can keep their ears and tails when they shift to wordside? It’s cute as hell.”
Rafe grinned. “Sounds sexy to me, like one of those Japanese cartoons. If I’m reborn as a dual, I want to be a Japanese woman. I’m sure it helps you get laid over there, considering the thing they seem to have for chicks with tails.”
“You are a bad, bad man.”
Rafe stopped pacing, shook his head, ran his fingers through his hair again, but slowly and deliberately, obviously aware he had an audience. “You don’t know the half of it yet.” He licked his lips.
The world narrowed to Jude and Rafe. Doomed. Jude leaned forward, hoping Rafe would pick up the way his muscles twitched with excitement like a cat getting ready to pounce, and at the same time hoping he wouldn’t.
Despite the chill in the house, Rafe refused to wear a coat, just a cream long-sleeved T-shirt that, being Jude’s, was too big, but still set off his dark complexion, and black jeans, also a bit too big. Jude had been trying not to remember how the muscles barely concealed by the soft shirt felt under his hands, how the bulge tucked inside those worn jeans felt in his mouth, how it felt to explode inside Rafe’s ass. To wonder if he dared let Rafe try fucking him, even though that might cross a line into unknown territory that looked tempting and treacherous in equal measure.
He’d tried not to think about all that. Now he admitted to himself he was failing.
He bit back the words that wanted to come out. It would be rude, if nothing else, to get something going on while Elissa wasn’t there.
“Elissa won’t be back for an hour,” Raf
e said. “You deserve longer than that—but it’ll do for a start.”
Trickster’s furry ass, Rafe was getting as hard to shut out of his head as Elissa was, or he read body language way too well.
“I can’t lie to her,” he said, knowing Rafe would fill in any degree of non-sequitur.
“No lies.” Rafe drew closer, close enough that the heat of his body radiated to Jude’s. “Just getting started without her. She’ll catch up. Who knows when we’ll have a safe place to play again?”
He lifted Jude’s shirt, put surprisingly hot hands against his bare skin. Touching, his silentspeech became strong enough Jude could see what he had in mind, what he was craving. It went straight to his cock at the same time it made his stomach flip with anxiety.
Rafe wanted to fuck him. Wanted it badly.
Wanted it enough that the want seeped into Jude, bridging the gap between his curiosity and lust and his fears.
He took a deep breath.
It was just another kind of sex. Edgy, but hot in the way edgy things sometimes were. Either he’d love it or he wouldn’t, but didn’t he want to get past the fear and find out? He’d known too much real fear lately to let nerves about the unknown get to him.
He trusted Rafe with his life and his wife. Why not his ass?
He’d do it, damn it.
The only way to break free is to let go.
Lynx
© 2010 Joely Skye
In order to protect his shifter kin, FBI agent Trey Walters hides his ability from his employers. For him, a vacation means a whole midwinter month in the Canadian wilderness, free to live in his wolf skin.
When he happens upon a rare lynx shifter, he’s fascinated. And his protective instincts kick into overdrive. The young man needs to be shielded from werewolves and humans alike, whether he likes it or not.
Jonah can hardly wrap his head around the fact that other shifters exist, much less endure the presence of a stranger in his lonely sanctuary. Blaming himself for his brother’s death, he lives in self-imposed isolation. Trust? Forget it. Yet Trey’s patience penetrates Jonah’s fear, and it doesn’t take long for him to fall like a rock for the wolf.
Foxes' Den Page 12