The animalistic fervor that had gripped them in the first moments they’d met roared back to life. Viktor rolled them over, his cock riding against her cunt, their bodies pressed so close not even air slipped between them. Okibi drew her hands down his back, digging her nails into his tight ass and lifting herself toward the piece of him she wanted so badly.
“Viktor!” She tore her mouth free to bellow his name. He buried his face in her chest, his mouth ravishing her breasts, eating at her nipples, sucking them into his hot mouth, his tongue dancing over them with ecstatic delight. He lifted his pelvis away from her, moving one hand to his cock, guiding the thick head to her aching cunt. His mouth still locked to one nipple, Viktor planted both palms on the forest floor -- slowly, maddeningly, pressed his cock home.
Okibi’s grip on his ass had been lost when he’d shifted to enter her body. She sank her hands into her own hair as Viktor’s body stretched hers. Need rocketed through her and she wailed. “Harder, Viktor! Give me your cock!”
His sharp teeth grazed her nipple before he left the breast. Pulling his body up and over hers, Viktor looked down into eyes blacker than the abyss. Her body clenched around his and he gritted his teeth to hold back his groan. She was excruciatingly tight, the wet fire of her cunt gripping him tighter than any fist. It was beyond his imaginings, sliding through the copious moisture of her desire and seating his cock to the balls in Okibi’s body.
Viktor moved his hands up, one at a time, taking one of her smaller ones in each of his and pressing them to the damp litter of leaves beneath them. Her beautiful eyes locked to his, her legs wrapping around his waist, and he gave her what she wanted.
Pulling back until only the head of his cock stretched her opening, Viktor flexed the powerful muscles of his thighs and ass, slamming his girth back into Okibi. Her eyes rolled up, and he squeezed her hands hard. “Look at me.” White teeth pressed into a full bottom lip, onyx eyes refocusing.
He grunted as her cunt contracted around him. Repeating the motion, slowly withdrawing before plunging back in with barely controlled force, Viktor brought them both to the verge of orgasm. But he wasn’t finished. Freeing her hands, he grabbed her hips and rolled them, dry leaves and broken shafts of grass falling from their bodies as he pulled her up and over to straddle his cock.
“Ride me, Okibi. Take what control you can.”
His guttural command pulsed through Okibi. Rising onto her knees, she used one hand to hold his girth steady. She fit the slippery head against her labia, parting the slick folds, and engulfed him in one quick downward thrust.
“Fuck!” Viktor’s shoulders left the ground, his hands digging into the flesh of her hips. She took no prisoners, rising onto her knees and slamming back down with force enough to press the breath from his lungs. Her slick body gorged itself on his rampant cock and Viktor roared his pleasure.
“Yeah, baby. Gods, Okibi, take me!” He lifted his hips into hers, pounding into her every downward plunge, abs burning as he continued to hold his upper body off the ground.
Viktor watched, enthralled, as Okibi arched her back, moving one hand between her thighs to furiously rub her clit as she took them both upward, fire building, passion frenzied, into a white hot explosion powerful enough to obliterate the memory of anyone else.
His body burned everywhere, every muscle tightened, every cell focused on what was to come. Okibi’s head snapped up, her black eyes open wide, her mouth opening as she tried to drag in lungful after lungful of air. His eyes met hers, seeing the frantic, crazed look, and somehow Viktor knew what he had to do.
“Let go, Okibi. Burn me. Take us both into the Fennikusu Setsuzoku.” Drawing his legs up, he let his hold slipped to her waist, his shoulders touching the ground. He held her over his cock, his eyes never leaving hers, and he shafted into her weeping core as hard, as fast and deep, as his supernatural strength allowed.
Okibi’s hands fell to Viktor’s chest, her fingers curling into the thick musculature of his pectorals. Her entire world shrank until all that mattered was the primitive, uninhibited savagery of Viktor’s body. He became everything.
Her pussy burned, her nipples burned, her blood burned. The phoenix rose within her like a mountain being born, tearing its way free from her soul, from her body. Riding the hard edge of a violent orgasm, Okibi tried to stop the phoenix, but it was too late. Gratification exploded through her blood, her cunt clamping down on Viktor’s cock, her nails drawing blood, her body igniting.
“Viktor! No!” Okibi screamed as fire broke from her, consuming them both.
Chaos clouded Viktor’s mind. His balls were drawn tight, release moments away, and then Okibi came and fire erupted from her skin. Terror turned his raging blood cold. When the white fire of his lover spilled onto his body, Viktor thought life had ended.
Instead, his pleasure increased threefold. He was burning, but the fiery blanket invaded his body like air. His flesh glowed but there was no pain. Relief flooded through him, then awe, as he saw the phoenix rise from Okibi in blue fire relief. He heard Okibi cry out, felt her convulse around him again.
“Yes!” The phoenix’s form hovered between him and Okibi for a moment. He felt the first jerk of his body, the rush of come from his cock, and opened his mouth to roar in triumph. As soon as his lips parted, the phoenix plunged inside, bringing the fire on his skin, and Okibi’s, with her.
Viktor was thrust into Okibi’s mind without warning. Her soul laid bare to him, he felt her in his own, seeing everything, feeling everything, knowing him as well as herself and vice versa. Sounds, images, thoughts, and emotions tore through him. The pain was unimaginable, yet it didn’t decrease his pleasure. He came harder the second time, his head feeling like it would explode, his heart beating so fast Viktor thought it would tear free of his chest.
Okibi’s body continued to cream, harder and faster as the phoenix assimilated Viktor, tying them together until death. She’d watched the firebird plunge into his open mouth, drawing the fire into his body, with a sense of rightness. He’d swallowed her down, not fighting what happened, and the bond was forged.
Okibi was Viktor. Okibi saw Branimir through his eyes, saw herself, felt the violent passions he worked so hard to keep in check. She felt her body rippling around his cock, his pleasure, his pain. His love. With one last lurch of his hips, he planted his seed deep inside her body and collapsed beneath her, but the connection, the transfer of emotions and memories, continued unabated.
The phoenix rose from Viktor’s body, leaving him undamaged, and dove back into hers. Okibi gasped as her soul melded together once more. Good mate. There was no more energy in her physical form. Okibi’s eyes fluttered, her body still throbbing. Her arms shook and she dropped her chin to her chest, breath heaving.
Are you all right? Viktor’s voice was soft in her mind. His entry was tentative. The trickle of fluid from her pussy tickled and Okibi shifted slightly.
He moaned, his hands grabbing her hips. “Don’t do that.” A dry chuckle escaped from his lips.
Sorry. It tickles.
I know. Stop thinking about it. My cock can’t take it. Despite his words, they both felt his shaft thickening inside her cunt.
Viktor, I have to go. Please, don’t follow me. He wanted to argue, but being bound to her he couldn’t. He knew her reasons, felt her need to be alone. As her mate he could do nothing else but let her go. A flutter of shock tightened his gut. Gods, they were mated!
Yes, we are. Okibi felt his jubilation, but it was bittersweet. What if Branimir didn’t pass the test? She slid from Viktor’s body, fighting the part of her screaming it was the wrong choice. With unsteady breaths, and shaky legs, Okibi pulled herself off the forest floor. She drew on what earth magic lived in the wood, manifesting clothing, and then slipped through the trees and away from her mate.
Chapter 15
“Here you are.”
Okibi didn’t turn to watch Manx approach. She’d felt him coming, had been arguing with herself as to wh
ether she wanted company.
“You know you do, or you wouldn’t have hung around.”
She glanced up at him and snorted. “Hell, Manx, I’ve gotten myself into a hell of a mess. Viktor --”
“The griffon who just showed up?”
“Yeah. He’s Branimir’s lover.” Okibi left out that Viktor was her lover too. And your mate. Okibi dropped her forehead to her palm, sighing as the sea breeze ruffled her hair.
“And that’s a problem?” Manx’s voice held no judgment.
“No, it’s… I was taught, all I’ve ever seen, are phoenixes in monogamous pairs.”
“Ah, I see. You’re worry about bringing shame to the Oh-So-Honorable Rowe name. You know what I’d say, Okibi.” Manx reached a hand out and lifted her face so he could look in her black eyes.
“Fuck ’em.” Okibi chuckled softly.
“And then eat ’em.” He smiled broadly at her. “Seriously, Okibi, I’ve met your parents. They want you to be happy. Do you think the griffons can give you that?”
Okibi was at odds with herself, something that was becoming irritatingly regular. Only this time, the phoenix was fighting the humanity. The morals she’d been raised with went against what the phoenix seemed to want and need.
“Yes.” She felt the truth of her answer deep down.
“And they passed the Charenji Nenshou didn’t they?”
She nodded.
“Then what the hell are you sitting here sulking for? Okibi, go to them. That’s where you want to be.” Manx’s voice had an edge to it. The hardness kicked her right in the ass.
“You’re right. And since when does Okibi Rowe run away and hide?” She stood and squared her shoulders. Her men were aware of what could happen, but they were ready to meet what would come. Okibi refused to continue worrying about things that weren’t even problems, yet. A sense of agreement tickled her mind, as if the phoenix chimed her approval.
Manx gave her a pinch on the ass, laughing when she yipped. She smacked him on the arm before trotting toward the tree line.
“You might want to move.” Mischief danced in her eyes. Manx shook his head and moved to the side.
“I hate it when you do this.”
Okibi felt so light, she briefly wondered if she could float away. With a wiggle of eyebrows at Manx, and a deep breath, she broke into a sprint, running full tilt toward the cliff’s edge. As she leapt from the land and into the air, her body exploded with fire, metamorphosing from human form into phoenix in the blink of an eye. From within blue flames, her massive red wings spread wide, catching on the air current and lifting her high into the sky.
Chapter 16
“She’s coming home.” Viktor looked at Branimir. The mirth that usually flickered in his lover’s orange eyes was missing.
“I really should kick your ass, Viktor.” Branimir was still reeling from Viktor’s admission that he and Okibi were mated. Having his second in command comment on her whereabouts only irked him more.
“Perhaps. Though, Bran, I can feel you’re hiding something from me.” Viktor kept his tone light. He wasn’t sure if it was rage his king hid, or something more welcoming. Thus far, Branimir had been irritated, but not truly angry. Yes, he was normally less reactionary about events, but the monumentality of Viktor’s bond with Okibi should have gotten a bigger response. At least, Viktor thought it would.
Branimir’s lips curled in an impish smile. “We’ll wait until she gets here before I tell you my secret.” Right on cue, the movingly lyrical sound of the phoenix song lilted on the air.
Branimir stood next to the bed, which Viktor reclined upon, both of them watching for her appearance. Her wings beat loudly, the short rapid flaps signaling a landing. Down through the open roof she came, scarlet feathers and opalescent tail fluttering. As her taloned feet touched the floor, the phoenix slipped away, pale skin and human form returning in a soft cloud of smoke. Both men rumbled not just at her shift, but also the ease with which she did it.
“You told him.” Okibi didn’t bother with greetings or questions. Being in the same room with Viktor it was impossible to keep him from her mind or her from his. The depth of the bond between them was difficult to acclimatize herself to. She honest-to-gods felt a piece of him inside her.
“I wish I could pick the piece you feel.” Viktor smiled, a genuine smile free of any weighty emotion. It lightened his features, making him almost boyishly handsome. He blushed softly and Okibi laughed, knowing he’d heard her thoughts.
Branimir cleared his throat, dispelling the humor. “So, what next?”
“I’m not sure. Viktor and I are mated. But…”
“But you don’t feel back to normal yet.” Branimir crossed thick arms over his chest.
Okibi hadn’t thought of it like that. “No, I don’t. What I was going to say is I feel like something is missing.”
“Of course something is missing. We…” Branimir motioned between Viktor and himself. “… are Geminati. You’ve only mated with one half of our soul.”
“So that’s what you were hiding.” Viktor pursed his lips at Branimir and shook his head in exasperation.
“Hey, I had to let you stew for a little while.” Branimir gave him an obnoxious grin.
“That may be, Bran.” Okibi blushed at the use of his familiar name. “But the phoenix is unpredictable. She may not care.” She looked into eyes a color so familiar it was integral to her person and waited for him to respond.
“Maybe. But if I’m going to die, may I beg a boon?”
“Of course.” Okibi held herself stiff, unsure what the griffon king would ask of her.
“I want to make love to you, to both of you.” His voice fell to a husky whisper and emotion burned in his gaze. A surge of sensations from Viktor swamped her, but Okibi didn’t need to know what he wanted, to know her answer.
“Yes.” Branimir rewarded her with a broad smile and held out his hand. She walked the few steps to him, placing her slightly shaky palm in his. He guided her to the bed and Viktor moved over to make room for her. Viktor’s broad chest sported the partially healed gouges from her nails and she blushed harder.
“My human form heals quickly, but not always flawlessly. I’ll bear scars from you and I’m happy to do so.” Okibi smiled at the satisfied male sensation Viktor shared with her. She slid her knee onto the bed, twisting to lie flat on her back. The thick hard ridge of his cock burned her thigh and lust unfurled in her belly.
She looked up at Branimir, watched the masculine grace of his body as he settled himself on her other side. It was difficult to separate Viktor’s thoughts and feelings from her own, but Branimir’s hard, sculpted physique stirred them both. Okibi closed her eyes and breathed deep, letting the sensations of her body drown out Viktor. They’d get better at dealing with the merge as time went by, but for now, she wanted to feel her emotions and no one else’s.
Each man took an arm, and raised her delicate wrists to their lips. Soft kisses spread over her pulse points, up the sensitive skin of the inner arm, finally brushing along her collarbone and over her jaw. Without opening her eyes, Okibi knew the first lips to touch her own were Viktor’s. His lips were fuller than Branimir’s, his kiss bolder, harder, more primal. Electric lust zinged through her blood, tightening her nipples, and making her clit tingle with delicious jolts of hunger. She moaned softly, parting her lips for his tongue, savoring the dark flavor that was Viktor.
Just as she melted into him, Viktor moved away and Branimir’s mouth replaced his. His tasted fresh, a bit like citrus, and clean. Branimir sucked her lower lip into his mouth, grazing it with teeth and tongue, making her purr with excitement. Okibi thrust her tongue past his lips, swirling it around his, drawing a hum of pleasure. Branimir pulled back, bussing her cheek before moving to the hot button spot behind her right ear. She giggled as his hot breath tickled her skin, but the slow glide of rough fingers over her breast turned it to a gasp.
Viktor let Okibi wash over him, her growing lust feedin
g his own. He circled her nipple, flushing the turgid flesh with blood, making the natural ember hue darken. She mewled, and he looked up to see Branimir’s gaze meeting his across her chest. In perfect sync, he and his lover touched their tongues to her begging nipples.
“Oh!” Okibi pulled her hands free from her men, running her fingertips over their skin, up to their heads, burrowing her fingers into the cool strands of their hair. Viktor’s hair was thick and slightly coarse, while Branimir’s was silky soft and smooth. Their tongues teased her breasts, the exhalation of their breath creating a riotous coolness in contrast to the heat of their mouths. Her lower body tightened and Okibi felt the rush of fluid seep from her pussy, slickening her thighs, her sex, arousing her further.
Two masculine hands stroked her stomach, the muscles shuddering in anticipation. Two different textures of skin parted the lips of her sex. One smooth finger encircled her clit while the other, slightly rough, dipped into the wet mouth of her cunt. She gasped again, her hands tightening in their hair, her legs and hips moving, shifting with restless need.
Viktor and Branimir took their time, stoking her need until Okibi writhed between them, moans, sighs, and whimpers spilling from her mouth. She’d never been more aroused, more ready, more attuned to her lovers. Branimir bit her right nipple, making her pussy clench around Viktor’s invading fingers.
“Please!” Okibi wanted everything, all at once, the single word more telling than a litany of phrases.
“I want to taste you, Okibi.” Viktor nibbled her left nipple, his thick finger continuing to thrust slowly in and out of her sopping cunt. He rumbled his approval of Branimir’s request, plunging harder, making Okibi’s hips lift from the bed.
Branimir kissed his way down Okibi’s torso, pausing here and there to lick or nip her flesh. He swirled his tongue into her navel and slid his large form over her leg, settling between her thighs. Viktor pulled his fingers free from Okibi, and Branimir latched on to the damp digits. He licked every bit of her flavor from Viktor’s skin, pulling a raw groan from his friend.
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