One large hand slid further down on her thigh, making her raise her hips in anticipation. So far, Jere’s caresses had been light and undemanding. Which was lovely, but she was getting anxious for more. Her hand reached for his hair, finding his close buzz and rubbing along his scalp, enjoying the textural difference between that and Sam’s soft curls.
Sam bit lightly at her lip, distracting her. A small noise of pleasure escaped her throat and she tangled her free hand in his hair, as well. So intent on the driving focus of Sam’s possessive mouth, she almost missed it when Jeremiah’s hand slid down the length of her thigh and stroked her sex.
The small pleasure-noises she’d been making turned into a full-throated moan.
“You are so beautiful,” Jeremiah whispered against her hair, his large fingers sliding down the seam of her sex, then resting on her thigh, pushing her legs open. She gladly obeyed, arching slightly on the bed to let him know that she enjoyed his touch.
Sam’s mouth pulled away from her own and began to move down her neck, kissing and nipping and biting. First her jaw-line, then down her throat, across her collarbone and working his way down to her breasts. “I’ve been wanting to put my mouth on you for days,” he breathed on her nipple. His lips brushed it slightly, and then he paused. “…decide if you taste as good in person as you do in my mind.”
“And do I?”
His tongue swiped out of his mouth, flicking across her nipple. “Better. Much, much better.”
A shiver of pleasure moved through her. Jere’s fingers grazed her sex again, not quite ready to take the next step. Always cautious and thinking of her, that Jeremiah.
Miko slid her hand from the back of Jere’s head to his neck and pulled his mouth down toward her own. She needed to taste him. As his lips met her own, his fingers slid along the wet seam again. She angled her head slightly, gazing up into his eyes. Her hips lifted at the same time, and his finger penetrated the lips of her sex, sliding to the hot valley below, and both of them sucked in a breath.
“More?” Jeremiah leaned in, his mouth hovering close to her own.
“More,” she agreed, and pulled his mouth down to her own.
Another hand slid down to the crook of her knee, and she realized Sam was pulling her other leg apart, far apart, until both her legs lay spread in a wide vee. He continued to work at her nipples, giving each one tiny, ticklish bites and nipping at them until it drove her mad. Jeremiah’s mouth on her own swallowed her moans of pleasure, but she didn’t think Sam minded.
Jeremiah’s tongue thrust deep into her mouth, and his fingers slid down her sex again, and penetrated the slick warmth. Her muscles clenched around his finger as it slid in to her passage, and he groaned at the sensation.
“How long has it been since you’ve been with a man, Miko?” He slid his finger out slowly, then pushed back in, stretching her, teasing the slick wetness through her passage. “You’re so tight.”
Sam groaned and buried his face between her breasts. “Christ, don’t tell me that. I’m going to come all over her like a schoolboy if you keep that up.”
The mental image made her giggle. “It’s been a few years.”
“Sweet Jesus, that has to be a crime.” Sam’s mouth trailed down her belly, lapping at her navel.
Jeremiah’s finger plunged deep again, almost at the same time that Sam’s tongue dove into her navel, and a bolt of desire flashed through her. “It’s complicated,” she said, forcing herself to try and breathe regularly. And failing. They were doing amazing things to her body, and it was making her mind cloud up. “Were-foxes…aren’t…like…others.” Oh god, his finger plunged in again and her words died in a low moan, her hips raising. “Foxes…are…promiscuous…We have a hard time settling with just one mate.”
“How about two mates?” Sam teased, and he shifted against her, moving lower. His mouth brushed against the curls of her sex, his breath hot.
Her entire body tensed in anticipation, and she could feel her thigh muscles clench, still pulled wide by their hands.
Jeremiah pressed light kisses to her jaw before moving back to her mouth once more. His finger thrust again, so hard that her hips raised and a whimper of pure lust escaped her throat. “You don’t have to answer that, Miko,” he breathed against her mouth. “Just be with us. We’ll figure out the rest later.”
She wanted to speak up and say something then, but Jeremiah’s mouth found her own again, and his finger thrust once more, distracting her. Before she could recover from that, Sam’s mouth slid even lower, and his tongue dipped into her sex, searching for her clit.
When he brushed against it, she screamed. Her fingers clenched against the back of Jere’s head, nails digging into his skin as her hips rose once more.
Both men chuckled, and she made a sound of disappointment as Jeremiah’s fingers slid away from her sex, only to be replaced by Sam’s hot, seeking tongue. His hands kept her thighs pulled wide, and Jeremiah sat up, licking her wetness from his hand with intense eyes. When he’d licked his fingers clean, he knelt over her and began to give attention to her breasts, pressing them together and trailing his tongue over her nipples and the valley between.
Sam’s mouth was driving her wild as well – his tongue seemed to know the exact places to touch as he licked and sucked at her clit, teasing it with tiny, rapid circles. He flicked his tongue against it, then would slide his wet mouth down her sex until he plunged his tongue into her, mimicking Jeremiah’s fingers, then moving back to her clit once more. He did all of this with smooth, unhurried motions that made her think he’d planned just this very thing – or at least thought about it – for a long time.
The thought was so erotic that her body tensed with the onset of an orgasm. As if both men sensed this, they began to work at her body even harder, trying to push her over the edge. Jeremiah bit gently on one of her nipples, his thumb flicking the other one, while Sam thrust his tongue against her clit with rapid, insistent motions. She came, ripples of pleasure shuddering through her body, the orgasm swelling over her like a tide.
Sam sat up slowly, his lips gleaming, a naughty smile on his face. He still sat placed between her legs, but his cock strained, inches away from her damp sex. As she inhaled, stretching slightly with the exultation of her amazing orgasm, he rolled his hips forward slightly, his sex sliding along her own wet one.
That was enough to get her going again. Miko sat up in bed, brushing aside their hands and pulling her legs together. She sat on her knees and put a finger to her mouth, as if contemplating what to do next, her other hand running down her stomach.
“Tease,” Sam said in a low, husky voice. His hand went to his cock and he stroked it, knowing that she watched with avid eyes.
“A tease implies that you’re not going to get what you want,” Miko said in a light voice. “And I’m not that kind of girl.”
Behind her, Jeremiah straddled her on the center of the bed, so his large thighs framed her own. She could feel the heat of his cock nudging against her buttocks, and the mental image sent new ripples of excitement through her. Knowing the image it would present in Jere’s mind, she wiggled on her knees for a moment, and then leaned forward, until her face was in Sam’s lap. Her lips played along the head of his cock for a moment, then she pulled away.
Ignoring his groan, she trailed a fingernail down Sam’s thigh. “Why don’t you lean back? And I’ll…lean forward.”
He obeyed her command, moving until he lay flat on his back, his head resting on her pillows. His cock jutted into the air, the length appealing to her senses. Such a long, thick cock. Both men were spectacularly endowed, she had to admit to herself. No complaints from her. She knelt forward, wanting to place that hard, thick length against her tongue, taste the salty moisture beading on the head of it. She knew the motion would place her ass into the air slightly, giving Jeremiah a nice, long look at it, and she knew she had a nice ass.
Both men groaned as she moved, and she saw Sam’s fists clench in the blanke
ts as her tongue flicked out and swiped across the head of his cock. The length of it was beautiful, and she wrapped a hand around it, squeezing to test the hardness, before leaning over and swirling her tongue against it again.
“Christ,” Sam breathed.
Jeremiah’s hands were on her ass, massaging and flexing the soft skin, and she rolled her hips suggestively against his hands. His mouth brushed against her skin, and she felt him bite at the flesh there, sending another jolt of excitement through her. She moaned, then slid her mouth over the head of Sam’s cock.
One of Sam’s fisted hands went to her hair, tangling in the long, black locks. No pressure for her to move forward, just anchoring her there and letting her know how much he liked the attention. Encouraged, she leaned forward even more, and began to take the long, hard length in, sliding it deep inside her mouth.
Jere’s hands tightened on her hips and he slid a finger between her legs, teasing and fingering her sex once more, and a shudder rippled through her. “Lift your hips,” he whispered, punctuating the command with a languid thrust of his finger deep inside her.
She did as he asked, spreading her legs low and wide, excitement thrilling through her. Sam’s hand knotted hard in her hair as she sucked his cock deep into her throat, moving down the base of the shaft and then back up again, working him with her mouth over and over again.
Miko felt Jere shift behind her, felt his large hands on her hips again, and then felt the head of his cock nudge against her spread, wet sex. That was all the warning she received before he thrust into her in one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt.
She moaned around Sam’s cock, her muscles clenching as Jere thrust into her again, hard. Sam’s hand pressed the back of her head down, encouraging her to take him deeper, to work him harder.
Again, Jeremiah thrust into her, rocking her to her core. His hands pinned her hips in place, but it didn’t stop her from rolling her hips with each thrusting motion. At first, he thrust slow, hard, deep. But with each thrust, he began to pick up speed slightly, until he was pounding into her from behind, the force of his actions causing his sac to thump against her clit in a thrilling way. Over and over, he thrust into her, as she worked Sam’s cock with her mouth, pulling him so deep that he butted against her throat, his cock filling her mouth and hands.
“So…fucking…beautiful…” Sam said, punctuating each word with a thrust into her mouth that she gladly took. Her moans of pleasure were muffled by his cock, but still loud enough that both men could hear them. Her hips worked frantically as Jeremiah continued to thrust into her, his motions swift, sure, and controlled.
“Come for us,” Jere demanded in a low voice. “You came against our mouths, now we want to see you come against our cocks.”
Miko cried out and shuddered with that, the second orgasm rushing through and hitting her deep. She slid Sam’s cock out of her mouth and rubbed it against her face as the orgasm came over her, crying out over and over as Jeremiah continued to thrust, the orgasm building instead of ebbing, until she climaxed all over again, her internal muscles tensing around the cock deep inside her.
With that, Jere cursed and his fingers dug into her hips, almost painfully so, as he came, cock spurting deep inside her.
Sam’s hand knotted in her hair, pulling her toward him. His hand gripped his cock and he shot his milky cum on her breasts, the hot liquid sliding over her skin as he yelled his release, then pulled her against him so she fell forward on him. Jeremiah pushed forward as well, his hips still locked firmly against her backside, the three of them stacked together like a sandwich.
They panted for long, languid moments, no one daring to break the silence. Then Jeremiah pressed a kiss on Miko’s shoulder as he disengaged himself and got up. Miko rolled over in the bed, laying on her back, Sam’s sticky warmth still spread across her breasts – and now on his chest.
A towel landed on her face. Miko pulled it off her head and frowned, glancing over at Jeremiah, who wore a distinctly boyish look on his normally serious face. “Clean yourselves up, ladies and gentlemen.”
“Such a sweet talker,” she teased back. “Telling us that we’re too dirty for you.”
“Not too dirty for me,” Sam said, and began to wipe her down with the towel.
That was sweet, she thought, though she said nothing until he was done. Jeremiah returned to the bed a few moments later and pulled her close to him, and when Sam had finished cleaning himself, he did the same. They lay sandwiched together, the two men with their arms linked around her body.
“You’ve done that before,” Miko mused.
“Used a towel? All the time,” Sam said.
She pinched his shoulder, grinning. “No, I meant what we just did. Sharing a woman. The two of you have done that before.” She should have guessed as much when her mother had hinted that she’d sent over two men. It sounded like something her mother would have thought of. She knew Miko was sensitive about her kitsune side and wouldn’t be happy with an endless string of mates. But two men dedicated to each other and devoted to her? That would keep her fox happy for a long, long time.
Once again, her mother was right. Irritating.
“Does it bother you if we have shared a woman?” Jere asked.
“Mmm,” Miko said, tracing a finger on Sam’s chest as Jere’s big hand cupped her hip. “Actually, I prefer it. But I’m new to this. I’ve never had two men in my bed at the same time.”
“That was beginner stuff,” Sam said. “We’re just breaking you in.”
She laughed.
“Our last relationship was with a were-lynx. Female,” Jere said in a low voice, his mouth pressing against her shoulder in a casual kiss. “But she couldn’t…” He let his words trail off.
“She didn’t like two men. It made her tired,” Sam said bluntly. “She wanted a normal relationship.”
“Ah,” said Miko.
“You?” Jere asked. “Was this…what you wanted?”
She nodded. “I liked it. Far, far too much for my own good,” she said with a laugh, snuggling down between them even more. She loved the sensation of both warm bodies pressed against her own, hands on her thighs and breasts and all over her body. It was sensory overload…and it was exactly what she needed in a relationship to keep the fox inside her happy. “And you’re not the only ones with relationship troubles in the past. All my old relationships fizzled because were-foxes are generally insatiable. I wore out my old boyfriends.”
“Poor, poor things,” Sam said in a grave voice. “To think that a beautiful, insatiable were-fox is a problem.”
“It is,” she said seriously. “Our nature is to want more than one mate, and to want them often. It’s just like foxes in the wild, and it doesn’t translate so well to human relationships.”
And that was an understatement. Which was why she felt so comfortable with the two men. Knowing that they’d shared women in the past sort of made things perfect…
Except for the fact that they were sent here for a task, and that task was done.
Miko sighed.
“What?” said Sam.
“Well,” she said, trailing a finger over his chest. “We’ve just gotten together and the two of you are going to have to return to Fort Worth. You’ll have to leave.” Sure, it was only an hour away, but it wasn’t the same as having them under her roof, spending all day together.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Sam said.
“It’s going to take several months for us to determine that the threat is taken care of,” Jeremiah said in a grave voice. “What if the hunt club returns? We’d want to make sure you’re safe.”
“Plus, your pipes are terrible. I think this house needs a top-to-bottom plumbing remodel,” Sam added. “And I’m expensive – and slow. But I’m thorough.”
“I noticed,” she teased, her heart feeling light. “I could use a server overhaul too.”
She felt Jere tense against her in surprise. “You have a server?”
; “Nope,” she said, and laughed. “But I could probably use one for my art. Put up an online gallery for my comic art.”
“So that’s what you do in your room all day,” Sam teased. “Here I thought you were up there drawing naked pictures of women. At least, that’s what I was fantasizing about.”
Jere chuckled against her shoulder, his breath warm.
“It is what I’m doing,” she pronounced in an overly-innocent voice. “I draw panels for a hentai manga. Lots of tentacles and naked chicks. Mostly naked chicks.”
“Holy shit,” Sam breathed. “You could quite possibly be the world’s most perfect woman.”
“Perfect for both of us,” Jeremiah agreed, pulling her closer to him.
She couldn’t have agreed more.
KITTEN-TIGER & THE MONK
A DISILLUSIONISTS NOVELLA
Carolyn Crane
Sophia Sidway, the most powerful memory revisionist in Midcity, always got what she wanted.
And if she wanted to be rebooted—to be stopped—once and for all by the Monk, then that’s what would goddamn happen.
But she had to find the Monk first.
She doubted the Monk was a real Monk, considering he was part of the disillusionist gang. They said the Monk was the most dangerous disillusionist. That was hard for her to imagine—some of those disillusionists were pretty dangerous. Each of them was unbalanced in some way: too much fear, too much anger, too much grimness—basketcases, in other words. Dangerous basketcases, considering they used their craziness as weapons, thanks to Packard.
Sophia snorted. Only Packard would find a way to turn people’s neurotic tendencies into crime-fighting powers.
According to the rumors, the Monk had so much dismal darkness inside of him that the other disillusionists weren’t even allowed to meet him. Apparently the Monk worked in total isolation. That’s all she knew.
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