by Unknown
Jess lifted Sheila off the ground, as if he was lifting up a carcass, and did as was asked.
“I’m sorry,” Micah sobbed.
“Sshh, it’s going to be ok, love.”
He shifted and Micah cried out. “No! Please don’t leave me!”
“I’m not going anywhere, not now, not ever.” He rose to his feet with Micah still firmly in his arms and left his bedroom to go to Jessiah’s. He got comfortable in the large bed--not loosening his grip on her--and kept her cradled to his chest, as close to his heart as he could physically get. Moments later Jessiah joined them and needing his comfort as well she pulled him onto her lap. She continued to sob quietly until she drifted off to sleep.
Her last few thoughts were Shane’s last words. Not now, not ever. Not now, not ever.
Had she found herself a new mantra?
Chapter 11
Micah awoke a few hours later feeling like a raw opened wound that needed stitches and time to heal. At the moment, however, she needed to be loved, even if it was only physically.
She looked to her right where Jessiah laid on his side an arm and a leg over her body. To her left, Shane slept with an arm over her chest. She wanted them. No it was more than that. She needed them. Now.
She wondered if they were light sleepers and what the best way to wake them up was.
She was offering them sex. She could kick one or both of them off the bed and they wouldn’t think twice about it. She laughed at that thought. Shane would probably wake up in a rage, and Jessiah in patient confusion.
She wanted both of them to want her... desperately.
Both had removed their shirts at one point while she slept. She wiped the corners of her mouth to make sure she wasn’t drooling. She’d never been with two males at once, and for a split second her insecurities returned. She wondered how many times they shared a female on this very bed.
Her beasts berated her. And considering they took care of her, protected her, she decided they deserved a say in matters. So she pushed the thought to the back of her mind and decided to focus on the two males on either side of her.
She examined their positions. If she knew them better she may have simply stroked them. But she was feeling hesitant. Plus they were still clothed. So she did the next best thing. Slowly Micah brought each of their hands to her face and sucked their forefingers into her mouth. First running her tongue on the inside, then sucking the entire finger, knuckle deep into her mouth.
Not surprisingly, Shane groaned first. But shortly after Jessiah followed. She felt them sit up and stare at her.
“I need you both,” she whispered to them. Then leaned forward onto her knees and slipped her dress over her head. Leaving her not only visibly vulnerable, but emotionally.
God. She hoped she was making the right choice, opening herself up to the possibility of pain.
If it ends the same way, I’m switching teams.
An arm snaked around her and pulled her onto Jessiah’s lap. Desire shot through her as she landed on his already hardened bulge. He nuzzled into her neck as Shane took her lips in a stomach clenching kiss.
Jessiah’s tongue ran a path from the crook of her neck to the base of her ear. Micah didn’t try to suppress the shiver that ran over her body. She nipped Shane’s upper lip and his left hand cupped her face, holding her ever so lightly as if she was a China doll. Jessiah’s right hand ran up the base of her spine, beneath her hair to the nape of her neck. He pulled her away from Shane’s lips to taste her for himself.
Shane moved his lips to her shoulder, her neck, then nipped her collarbone.
“Tell us what you want,” Jessiah said with his lips grazing hers.
She grabbed one of each of their hands and slid them from her hips up her waist until they reached her breasts. Her body was already on fire, each touch of theirs as powerful as a volcanic eruption. “I want to feel...” Loved. “desired.”
Shane grabbed her hand and placed it on his crotch. “You already are.”
Her arms went to her back and she unclasped her bra and slipped it off her body. Both Mates gasped. Jessiah repositioned her so that she was straddling him, and as soon as he did she rolled her hips against him. He kissed the left side of her neck, while Shane nibbled on her right. Their hands palmed her breasts and with the first touch she threw her head back and moaned. She wanted them both at the same time. But she knew that if she did that it would solidify the Bond, create the Mate Mark.
She wasn’t ready for that yet.
As if reading her mind, Jessiah decided to share and placed her in the middle of the bed. One side for him, one side for Shane. The instant he did, she grabbed his head and brought it to her breast. “Please,” she said. He didn’t hesitate. His tongue swiped her from base to puckered nipple, then clamped onto it and sucked it into his mouth. Jolts of electricity shot straight to her clit and her hips lifted off the bed of their own accord. Then Shane had her other nipple between his teeth and was tugging. Her core clenched around nothing and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could take not having one of them fill her, and then the next.
Shane blew lightly over her breast driving her crazy. She opened her mouth to say something when Jessiah shoved his tongue into it and purred. One hand fisted her hair at the base of her neck, while the other worked over her breast, then her waist feeling for lace. Once he found it he tugged and it was torn from her body and tossed behind him. Micah’s hands had been gripping their thighs, stretching, itching to massage their erections. Apparently both were in the same mind because her hands were now above her head held down by one of Shane’s.
Freeing up both of Jessiah’s who readily took advantage and readjusted his position so that he could settle over Micah. She opened her legs so he could rest against her core. The moment she felt him hit home, her legs wrapped around him and she began grinding him in earnest. She growled as she tried to free her hands. Jessiah was busy exploring her chest, breasts, and abs with his lips and tongue, while Micah was bobbing her head as she sucked Shane’s tongue in and out of his mouth.
Jessiah gripped a hip, then slid his other hand beneath her to grab her ass. He groaned and pressed his hips into hers. She cried out and bowed off the bed. God, she was going to come before they really touched her. “Shane, let my hands go, I need to touch you.”
“Not yet. Later.” He bit down with blunt teeth on the speeding pulse in her neck. She bowed again.
Jessiah was now at her hipbone, his teeth grazing it. Then he was right above her sex, a hand on either inner thigh, stretching her wide. He stared at her intently, then sought out her eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he said as a matter-of-fact. A high pitched whimper left her lips followed by an outright cry when he dipped his head and his lips kissed her lower lips.
He kissed her as if he were claiming her mouth. “Oh god. Jessiah, please,” she was lifting her hips to meet his lips. Then his tongue split open her folds and he dipped it into her core. Taking a page out of Shane’s vocabulary book he said, “Fuck. You taste sweeter than I imagined. Like strawberries and whip cream.” He attacked her, ravaged her; ate up all she gave while Shane ate up her cries, assisting in her pleasure with his hands on her breasts, his teeth on her ear lobes, his tongue tasting her skin. Every touch, graze, exhale sent pleasure throughout her body. All with one destination in mind--her core.
Jessiah penetrated her with one finger. “Christ she’s tight,” he said before his lips sucked her clit into his mouth. Shane moved his mouth to her breasts and she cried out. “God, yes. Don’t stop, I’m...” Her body tightened, she ground her hips against Jessiah’s face and then she shattered. She roared until she had no more oxygen left in her lungs. Then she was squirming to get away from Jessiah as he prolonged her orgasm with his finger and tongue.
She didn’t know how long it took for her to come back down, but when she did she had two sets of eyes mesmerized on hers. “Perfect,” Shane murmured before taking her mouth again. Jessiah kissed his way back up her bo
dy when she suddenly had the ability to move her arms again. Not wasting any time she grabbed two handfuls of his hair and yanked him up until her lips met his, then her hands were traveling over his forearms, biceps, triceps, shoulders, back and ass. Everywhere. Anywhere. As fast as possible before they were placed back above her head.
Her probation was revoked and they were once again imprisoned above her head. As much as she wanted to complain, her argument was silenced when Shane took Jessiah’s place and his tongue began lapping at her release. He growled loudly in appreciation. Before long her hips were jerking and she was once again squirming away as she was still overly sensitized from Jessiah’s ministrations. Her moans barely made it passed her lips and traveled into Jessiah’s. Shane sped up his tongue giving her vibrator a run for its money, then Jessiah pinched and pulled both nipples, and Shane nipped her clit. Stars exploded before her eyes and Shane had to hold her down so he could keep expressing how he felt about her.
Finally taking mercy on her he stood up and scooted off the bed. Watching her heaving chest, and the sheen of sweat coating her luscious body, he growled low as he reached for the button of his jeans.
“You still with us, sweetheart?” Jessiah asked. “Mmm,” was her response. He chuckled. “Open your eyes, beautiful. We’re not done with you yet.”
Micah’s lids slid open and her dazed gaze met his desired one. Yes, she said she wanted to feel desired and his eyes told her everything she needed to know on that front. Mission accomplished. The sound of Shane’s pants hitting the floor brought her eyes to his. Then she traveled down his body and groaned and rolled her hips in invitation. These two were beyond male. Beyond desire, beyond lust. Their bodies would and could give the gods a run for their money. Soft, hot skin over taut muscles. One golden tanned, the other pale; both hers. Micah wasn’t sure how she’d been able to look at them and not jump their bones literally, but there she was naked, with them, finally touching her. Shane’s erection jumped at her hips movement and she closed her eyes as another wave of longing rolled over her. The bed dipped beneath his weight and he crawled over her until he was nestled over her core and looking down at her.
“I want to taste you,” she said causing both males to groan.
“Not tonight,” Shane said and lowered his body. He sensed her tense and raised an eyebrow in question.
“I haven’t done this for a while,” she said meekly. “Not since, uh, Cal.”
“What about the panther?” Shane said that last word with disdain.
“The instant he read the text I was in the ‘no touch’ zone.”
“Honorable male,” Jessiah grunted.
Shane kissed her neck, chin, and then lips. “I wish I could say I’ll be gentle, but...” He thrust into her to the hilt in one smooth motion. She screamed and threw her head back and he spat out a dark curse. “Fuck, you feel incredible,” Jess wasn’t kidding when he said she was tight. The only thing missing was her maidenhead or he would’ve thought her a virgin. She was panting, her body tense, her eyes closed. “Micah. Look at me, love. I want to watch you watching me take you.” With those words she creamed herself again. He pulled so far back that he nearly left her body, then surged forward roughly. She cried out again. He repeated the action, and her response was the same. Shane looked at Jessiah and he released her wrists. The third time he thrust deep her hands clamped onto his thick shoulders, nails biting into his skin. His eyes closed for a brief moment.
When he opened them and met her dusky blues, his heart clenched. She was radiant. A light sheen of sweat on her body, flushed cheeks, kiss swollen lips. Another thrust. And the sounds that she made, if he didn’t talk himself off the ledge he’d be a four pump chump.
“Micah, I need to take you hard. I can’t hold back,” he said almost apologetically.
Micah’s response was to raise a leg and hold it above her head. “Hard, and deep.”
And just like that he was a powerful locomotive, one hand gripping her ass, the other holding his weight, his eyes never leaving hers. He soaked in each muscle movement in her face and banked it, storing it away for later recollection. The way her eyebrows raised slightly when he hit home, the way her eyes rolled back when he swiveled his hips, the race of her heart, the clenching of her inner muscles. And each time she met him thrust for thrust, lifting her hips, making sure he hit the entrance to her womb; he was hooked. Lost in a vast ocean with no land in sight. And didn’t he feel as if he finally came home.
Then he was suddenly on his back and she was holding him down, her palms pressed against chest, her breast along for the ride. A ride that she was steering, fast, hard, and deep. And the sexiest image he’d seen in all his life. His name was on her lips soft as a feather, yet she had no clue what she was doing to him. His mind was screaming out to her, his body yearning to do anything and everything to please her. And when she leaned back, breast pointing toward the ceiling, and cupped his balls, he jolted upward tightening his hands on her waist and held her still. He had to hold out longer than that. She whined, pleading to him with her eyes. The instant he relaxed his grip on her she pushed him back down and put the petal to the metal and resumed her high speed ride.
Jessiah leaned in and took a breast into his mouth and Shane felt her core tighten. Thank god. He wasn’t going to make it much longer but he would do himself physical harm if he didn’t get his female off first. Jessiah backed off a bit allowing Shane to rise and devour her lips, but he snuck an arm between them and pinched her clit. Four things happened, first, her wolf and tigers fangs extended--the top fangs belonged to her wolf, the bottom to her tiger--and she Marked Shane, second, Shane Marked Micah, third, Shane swore something unlocked within him, and forth, they came apart. Apart in so many pieces that Shane wasn’t sure if he’d ever be whole again when the euphoria passed.
He jerked his hips up with each surge of his cum and she came again, her nails scouring his back, the painful pleasure sent him into a second orgasm, impossibly stronger than the first. Which was saying something since he’d never come so hard in his life. She was resting her head in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily, twitching every now and then with residual shocks. It took Shane a while to notice how tight he was holding onto her. It wasn’t until Jessiah tried removing his hand that he realized he had a death grip on her waist.
Those were the best fucking orgasms in my life, Shane told Jess through their link. It was at that moment that Micah giggled.
I’m glad brother. Now come back to yourself so I can please my Mate.
Micah couldn’t believe she was still breathing that hard or that she was still experiencing aftershocks. But what stunned her more was the fact that although she just had the best sex of her life, she wasn’t sated. She needed Jessiah, wanted him badly. She lifted her head and sought him out. Lose the pants. Her eyes widened. So did his and Shane’s. She hadn’t used her telepathic ability to speak to him. Oh no. This was the Mate-link. She ripped it wide open when she Marked Shane as hers. She probably should’ve been scared but all she could think about was sinking her teeth into Jessiah next.
His purr didn’t hinder her at all either. Shane lifted her off of him as if she weighed nothing and while she whined at the emptiness, she was looking forward to its replacement. Jessiah dropped his pants as requested and came to the bed. He was hovering over her one instant and then she was straddled above him the next. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and was looking at him intently. “Impale me, Jessiah.”
He followed orders and like Shane entered her in one thrust.
Yup, Micah was right. He would be painfully pleasurable. Her head fell back onto her shoulders and she cried and jerked at the same time when he entered her. God he was huge. He didn’t move until her head came back up and she met his gaze. Then all bets were off. He lifted her off him and dropped her back onto him as he thrust upward. She felt incredible, more than that. Magnificent. Like nothing he’d ever felt or could’ve conjured up in a dream. But he needed more. He pu
lled her into him and his mouth met hers. His tongue slipped in and out of her as did his shaft. He felt her begin to tighten around him--though how she could become any tighter, he had no clue--and when she exploded he forced her to remain in the same position. He knew if she Marked him as she did Shane it would be over for him, and he needed more than a five minute sex-fest with her. Though it would have been the best five minutes of his life. “Holy fuck!” she screamed as she came causing both Jessiah and Shane to chuckle.
She must’ve hit a rest stop on her way back down because when she came to she was on all fours getting pounded into from behind with no recollection of him leaving, flipping her over then returning. That wasn’t a complaint though. If anything what she wanted to do was drop to her knees and bow down to him. Hot damn! Jessiah could work it. And the sounds he was making, the way he held her hair wrapped around his hand, pulling back with his other hand on her ass, if there was a mirror she’d have come again by now. The hand on her ass slapped her then traveled in between them. He ran his finger in her juices then ran it upward until he came to her puckered hole.
She moaned. And he pressed down, his hips never pausing. “You like that?” he asked her. When she groaned out a response, he pushed his finger in up until the first joint. “That’s not an answer. I need words, beautiful.”
“Yes, I like that,” she purred, meeting each of his forward thrusts, with backward ones.
He moved in deeper reaching his second joint.
“So tight. I can’t wait to Mate you. I’m going to sink balls deep inside you. Right here.” She groaned. “And you’re going to take. Every. Last. Inch.” His thrust were sharper on the last two words and when he went knuckle deep in her ass she jolted upward and took flight again. Jessiah didn’t stop his assault, in fact it only intensified. He was hitting the mark so hard, her knees were lifting off the bed. She turned and bit him on the left side of his neck before she would come again as she was quickly climbing that ladder. He stroked deeper, harder, swiveled his hips, and thrust into her ass and like a bat out of hell her vision blanked; his fangs penetrated her flesh and her body tensed and both beasts roared along with his. It felt so good that while he felt something within click open, he was too preoccupied with his pleasure to take notice.