Seeking Her Mates Boxed Set: A Shifter Menage Serial (All Five Parts)

by Carina Wilder

  “I love it. I love the intimacy of you inside my head—inside me. I love…”

  His lips interrupted her this time, hungry for her own. He craved her as though she were oxygen to breathe, necessary, replenishing.

  And Lily kissed him back, deeply, passionately, her own hunger punctuated by that fear of losing him, which only made his lips and tongue all the sweeter. Never would she take a kiss of his for granted. However long they lived, she would always remember that she had nearly lost him before their lives had really begun, and that any time they had together was a gift.

  When they pulled apart she looked into his eyes again, taking in each fine variation in hue, each line leading to his pupils, every lash defining them.

  “Tell me,” she said. “How does it work? This transmission of our voices? Can you read my thoughts now? You never could before…”

  Conor smiled again. “Your thoughts now involve that bathrobe on the floor, you on the bed and me on you.”

  She laughed. “That’s fairly easy to ascertain. You could guess pretty well a hundred percent of the time that I want you naked on top of, beside, under me or hanging from a swing, for that matter. But I mean, beyond that. Do you know everything that I’m thinking?”

  “No. And I hope, for your sake, that you don’t get to the point where you can read the minds of a million people who surround you. I’d think that would be enough to drive a person insane. But it is a handy tool, to say the least, to use when you’re not certain of a person’s intentions.”

  “Whether they’re a friend or enemy, you mean.”

  “Yes. Though I’ve discovered that on occasion I’m wrong about it, even with my little talent. It isn’t a foolproof system, though if Merriman is right it will strengthen and develop.”

  Lily thought about the previous night’s battle, the enemy all around and their scattered thoughts in her mind. Though they had been fighting against her side, they weren’t all evil, really. Many had been confused followers of someone with more power, more magnetism. Others had been cruel and malicious, of course, and wanted to be the ones to defeat the awful dragons. To them, she was the bad one. That was how war seemed to work in the end.

  “I suppose I’ll try and curb it,” she said. “I don’t want to pry into the minds of others any more than I have to. It frightens me.”

  Conor’s hand lifted her chin and he kissed her forehead softly. “I never want my Lilliana frightened,” he said. “Not when I can protect you.”

  His arms went around her and she held him in turn, enveloped in heat and affection, his fever replaced by the warmth of protectiveness.

  “I would give my life for you, you know,” he said softly as he held her.

  “I know,” she said. “But don’t.”

  “All right.” He pulled back again, and again his fingers went to her belt. “I will give my life to you. How’s that?”

  “Much better.”

  He slid a finger down her front, beginning its mission at the base of her throat. As her robe came open to allow it through, Lily watched his face; that delighted expression of discovery, as though she were wholly new to him once again.

  Between her round breasts his fingertip proceeded as his eyes toured her skin, watching her newly exposed nipples firm under the cold of the air, anticipating his caress. Her scent was heaven: heady, ripe with need.

  “Your body tells me what it wants,” he said quietly. “Your pretty pink nipples say, ‘Suck me, Conor.’ And so I must obey. This life is a brutal one, and your perfect breast a cruel mistress. But I’m nothing if not submissive.”

  He bent forwards, his lips ever so gently locking themselves around her left nipple as his hands cupped the breast that nourished his need. Lily thrust her head back as her pulse increased, blood flowing to the bud that he stroked with the tip of his tongue, and to the swelling mound between her legs. Again, she was ready. Filled with need, with hope.

  Conor stood erect again, his finger back to its task of gliding down her front. Now it was on her belly, navigating around her navel and continuing on its way towards the soft, inviting slickness between her legs.

  “And here is an entirely different message,” he said as he teased the trimmed strip of hair leading to the place that he considered heaven. “Here we have a scent…” With his index and middle fingers he stroked her on either side of her moist lips, as he leaned towards her. “We have wetness that begs for a touch from a curious finger.” With that, he eased one into her and extracted it slowly, so that she could feel each inch as it slid out from between her swollen lips. He brought it to his mouth, its tip glistening with her desire.

  “Wetness which tastes better than anything in this world,” he said as he licked the fingertip clean.

  “And what does your body tell me?” Lily pondered, pulling at the robe Conor was wearing now, whose tented front had moved closer to her as he explored her body. She reached inside, her hand groping for what she knew would be a very hard, thick cock, offering itself as a gift, saying “Feel how hard I am for you. How much I want inside you.”

  Her fingers met the round head first and she palmed it, massaging the swollen, delicate flesh for a moment as he closed his beautiful eyes.

  “And here,” she whispered, “is your own wetness,” as a finger slid over the swollen tip, taking with it the drizzle of clear liquid that eased out to let her know that he too was ready, in case the impossibly thick shaft wasn’t enough of a hint.

  “I think you need to be eaten,” she growled, leaning in to speak into his ear. “Your cock wants my mouth, my tongue. It’s asking me, begging me.”

  And she was on her knees then, lips brushing the tip, collecting the wetness on its surface. She looked up at his face, which was observing her keenly, and licked his juice off her lips before stroking his narrow slit with the tip of her tongue.

  “That is too good,” he said. “You’d better be careful…”

  “Or at the very least, you’d better tend your other lover as well.” From the doorway came Graeme’s voice.

  45

  Dragon Flight, Chapter Twelve

  He stood leaning on the doorframe, his own robe wide open to display the perfectly sculpted work of art between his legs. Lily grinned at the sight, her mouth salivating for the two of them.

  Graeme approached, shutting the door behind him, and thrust his pelvis towards her even as Lily went back to sucking on Conor’s sweet length. As she paid him attention, she reached out without skipping a beat and teased Graeme’s tightening balls. Then she slid her fingers along the underside of his shaft as he let out a moan of approval, running his fingers through her long, damp hair. His length pulsed under her touch, blood rushing to fill the already engorged head.

  A moment later, she was licking him as she’d done Conor, her tongue coating him in agonizing strokes, lips sucking ever so lightly on his throbbing, round tip as Graeme reached for her robe, tearing it away from her shoulders and letting it drop away from her white form so that it draped itself over her forearms.

  “This isn’t right,” he said after a moment, painfully attempting to pull himself away. “You are our queen, whether in name or otherwise, and it is to us to pleasure you.”

  “And just how do you propose that?” asked Lily as the two men gently pulled her to her feet, already seeking to answer her question.

  They led her to the bed, which was coated in fresh sheets, and lifted her—these men were so very good at doing that. She felt herself being laid down upon the mattress, a hand on each thigh, prying them apart aggressively to reveal what lay between.

  “Look at that,” moaned Conor as he stared the glistening petals of her sex. “Perfection, and all for us. We are the most fortunate men alive.”

  “I can’t argue with that,” said Graeme. “But even if I could, I’d wait until after I did this.” He leaned over Lily, his turquoise eyes flashing with mischief. “You are the most delectable meal,” he said before disappearing.

  She
put her head back again and surrendered to the sensation of lips landing sweet, soft kisses on her clitoris, which had swollen to meet the touch of whichever man wanted to render her insane. Fingers, tongue, lips, cock or anything else they wanted to employ to stimulate her would be a fine choice.

  One man’s teeth were on her thigh, biting playfully, while the other lashed at her, tongue softly and rapidly lapping at her juices. The occasional hint of stubble running over her flesh as though to remind her how sensitive her skin became in their presence.

  “This exquisite body…” said Graeme, addressing Conor, “is in need of a cock or two, don’t you think?”

  “Yes,” said Conor, “But I would very much like to thrust my sword into her sheath only after it’s been tightened by a sweet orgasm.”

  “I couldn’t agree more.” With that, Graeme licked her again as Lily felt her pussy tighten in anticipation.

  She let out a soft laugh then. Another form of male bonding, this, and one she approved of far more than the barbarism of beer and football.

  “But let me try something,” said Graeme, pulling back. “They say that the Ritual enhances one’s gifts and skills—I wonder about mine.”

  With that, he aimed the fingers of his left hand towards a few small items on the dresser. It seemed to Lily that a crystal carafe was the object of his attentions. Its lid, which was spherical glass with a narrow sort of stopper, began to float in the air above the empty container, drifting towards them.

  “Interesting,” said Conor, his dimples prominent. “Very interesting.”

  The round end turned towards Lily, who watched with curiosity and excitement. Was this a new sort of sex toy? She hardly needed one, what with the two majestic beasts who stood before her.

  Graeme guided the slow projectile towards her swollen mound and slid it over her slick pink opening, stroking gently at the shallow crevices which surrounded her sensitive bud. The glass was cool, and Lily squirmed under its touch as the men watched, their own hands hardly able to resist stroking her or themselves.

  “Oh…God…” she moaned as the orb made contact, coming away almost immediately before resuming its task, its smooth surface gliding over her throbbing clit.

  “Yes, it seems that I have indeed gained some control over this particular power,” smiled Graeme. “I must say that I’m enjoying it. But…” With that, he shot the glass back towards the dresser, allowing it to land softly in its original position. “I would sooner it be my flesh on hers.”

  With his index and middle fingers he rubbed the shining pink bud that the orb had stroked a moment earlier, as his other hand reached under and lifted her hips towards him. His cock, hard as stone, toyed with her slit as his fingertips played her like delicate strings, pulling all of her nerves to the surface as she bucked underneath him.

  Conor circled around and leaned over her, fingertips sculpting her nipples as she writhed in pleasure under the sensitive touch of the two men. His hard length was within reach now, and she took it in hand, marvelling again at his thickness, as large around as her own wrist.

  “I want you,” she moaned, her pussy pulsing gently at the thought of being split apart by the beautiful toy.

  “I know,” he said softly. “But first I want you to come for us, my Lilliana.”

  The last words of Conor’s were spoken only inside her mind, as Graeme watched over her, his fingers accelerating and decelerating according to her movements.

  Her back arched as she thrust herself towards him, demanding more. And so he gave it, fingers moving faster now, dipping inside her to coat themselves in her juices and slipping once again over her clit, easing in small spirals as he watched her muscles contract, her swollen pussy aching for a cock.

  And Conor’s lips were on her nipples now, sucking, licking, squeezing, neglecting neither as Graeme finally extended the tip of his tongue to lash greedily at her exposed bud. He hit her in delicate strokes, coming away as quickly as he’d touched her, staccato pulses of sensation coursing through her body as her entire frame convulsed under the men’s strong hands.

  “Oh, sweet lord…” she moaned as Graeme came at her again, his mouth framing her swollen flesh, tongue sweeping over her juicy lips. He rammed three fingers into her, driving them deep inside as her muscles convulsed around them, trapping them within her walls. The tightness made his cock twitch between his legs, as though inquiring when its turn would come. He, too, was aching. The agony of anticipation.

  Graeme’s tongue slowed, its touch methodically stroking her v-shaped ridge, responding to Lily’s hips which arced under him, offering more and more of herself to his able mouth.

  “Yes, that’s it. Eat me out,” she moaned as Conor quieted her by kissing her mouth, his tongue searching for the sweetness of her own.

  A moment later, he crawled onto the bed on his knees. He was next to her head now, his cock in hand as he offered it to her. She took it eagerly, tenderly, her hand taking over from his, gently squeezing his shaft as she eased her lips around its swollen roundness.

  “This will be inside you in a moment, my Lilliana,” he groaned, knowing how easy it would be to shoot his hot seed into her talented mouth. “Prying you apart and finding its home inside your perfect, tight little pussy.”

  He felt her purr, her mouth tightening around him as Graeme thrust his fingers deep inside her once again. Conor’s hand swept lightly over her hard nipples which rose to meet him, firming still more under his gentle touch.

  “Come for us,” he growled. “Let that beautiful pussy explode with pleasure. I want it so tight when I fuck you. I want you to squeeze me so hard that I can never leave. Trap my cock inside you, beautiful Lilliana.”

  Her hips gyrated as she thrust herself at Graeme’s face, riding his gifted mouth as he ate her, soft lips trapping her clit as his tongue worked in magical pulses against her flesh.

  It was the image of their two massive cocks penetrating her that pushed Lily over the edge so that she fell, head spinning, into a beautiful abyss of their making.

  Violently she shuddered, Graeme’s hands digging into her hips now as he pulled his face into her, eating at her lush pussy as though devouring the juiciest fruit imaginable. His lips tore at her hungrily as she came, taking in her cream, her scent coating his face as he moaned in delight.

  “There, my sweet girl,” murmured Conor as he watched her writhe under their touch. “There, now. I need to be inside you. I need to fuck that sweet pussy.”

  She looked up at him and smiled; the smile of a woman who’s just been offered the most beautiful gift in the world.

  Those words. Inside you.

  Conor lay flat on his back and she understood, climbing over him. His cock, hard and eager, stood at attention as Lily eased down onto it, taking him in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. Good Lord, she was tight, and he could still feel her pussy pulsing around him as her orgasm continued to subside.

  Graeme’s mouth licked at her still, from behind now, probing for the opening that his cock longed to explore.

  Lily thrust herself down once again, taking in Conor’s swollen broadsword that so wished to be sheathed inside her, engulfing his flesh to the hilt, his every nerve struggling to hold on, wanting to explode inside her.

  He lay beneath her, his hands on her breasts, her fingers grasping his as he explored her softness.

  “That feels so good, beautiful,” he said, his eyes closing as she thrust her body down upon his hips, riding him hard now. Conor’s brow creased in a deliberate sort of focus as he tried not to come, avoiding looking into her face as he knew that the sight of her would put him over the edge too soon.

  Graeme was behind her leaning in, the head of his cock teasing her puckered opening, pleading for permission to enter as his tip penetrated her.

  “Yes,” she growled, coming down hard on Conor again. She pulled up and leaned forward, presenting herself to the red dragon, who plunged into her depths with one hard thrust.

  Lily felt her breasts a
gainst Conor’s chest as his hot body writhed under her, his pelvis ramming upwards, his cock deep inside her now alongside Graeme’s.

  “Oh…” She struggled to keep her voice down when all she wanted was to scream their names, to tell the world what was happening, again, inside her. What it felt like to have two cocks so hard for her, pounding her in a rhythm that made her head spin.

  But there were no words; this was beyond anything that had ever existed in English or any other language. This was the sort of feeling that music tried to convey; that paintings attempted to show. This was fucking art, and they were the brushes, she the canvas.

  She pulled up again, a hand reaching around for Graeme, finding his muscular hip and pulling him into her.

  “You like that, my sweet phoenix, don’t you?” he asked in his lilting Scottish accent. “You like being taken from behind. And what a perfect behind it is.” His hand slapped her gently but firmly on the left cheek and she let out a brief yelp of delight as his length plunged into her again, her body closing around his own.

  “I love it,” she admitted, her voice in tatters as it attempted to release the syllables. “And I want more, and more, and more.”

  They dove in again and again, both men burying their rock hard shafts deep inside her as her muscles convulsed around them, affirming her desire.

  “Lilliana…” Conor’s eyes opened and looked up into hers as she laid a hand on his chest. “I need to…to come…oh, God…”

  She leaned forward once more and kissed him hard as she felt heat surge through her core, his spray filling her, delighting her, proving his existence, his recuperation, his strength. His life.

  This time Graeme held off a little, allowing Conor’s cock to come to rest inside her with a final, hard thrust. Graeme pulled out slowly and then rammed again, his lover’s head flying back in pleasure as the other cock still pulsed, spreading heat in every direction.