“I love you too, Sir,” I warbled at the ceiling as pleasure cascaded through my body.
Dan ceased moving. “Up, baby. Change of positions.”
Nothing feels emptier than an aroused pussy deprived of a nice cock. Fortunately, Dan was eager to get back inside me. Moments later found me bent over the arm of the couch, my face against the cool leather seat, and Dan pushing his way into my sleeve once more.
His hands gripped my hips as he plunged in and out, pulling me onto him with force that made me gasp. Oh, I wasn’t going to last long, not with him thrusting so hard and fast, the friction hot against my G-spot, lighting me on fire from within until the heat licked all the way up to my hair. I was shaking all over like I was at the epicenter of an earthquake, my fingernails clawing smooth leather, my mouth wide open as if the pressure could escape through that route.
“Please Sir, may I come?” I fairly shrieked, knowing whatever the answer, I would be doing so anyway.
“Come, baby, come right now!” Dan yelled, his rhythm going bad as his own climax roared down on him.
Lovely hot starburst, so warm and pulsing and sweet, igniting nirvana right down to my fingernails and toes. I was aware of every little detail in those seconds of perfect bliss; of Dan’s crisp-haired thighs wedged between mine, of each callous on his hands as they held my hips, of his cock twitching inside, its sweet warm milk flowing into me, of our voices raised together in a duet of groans and gasps and cries of each others’ names.
Every bit as lovely as that brilliant crescendo that is shared orgasm was lying in each others’ arms afterwards, gazing into his eyes, feeling his strong arms around me, keeping me safe in his loving embrace, our legs tangled together, our breath mingling as we kissed and kissed again. We were truly together again, and I was so happy.
* * * *
As soon as I returned to Bane’s trailer, I saw the note he’d left on the coffee table. The pink Post-it was a scream of color in his dark, man-cave trailer. I squinted at his scrawl. Some people should stick to block letters instead of cursive writing.
Fizz, had to take care of business. Will see you around 2. Hope you’ll be up for some wildlife by then. Bane
Smart move to address it to Fizz if he really thought C.K. was keeping close tabs on him. He must have drugged her again, probably forcing her to take the sleeping pill while she was still mostly out of it.
A thought stilled me. Why was C.K. spying on Bane? Was it the supposed gay thing? Or did he suspect more was up with the wolf shifter?
Perhaps it was simple paranoia. C.K. was known to not trust anyone, and it hadn't been just Bane's manhood called into question. He’d also screwed up in shaking down businessmen for protection money. Maybe it had been too many things for the Beasts’ head hog, and he’d decided to give his enforcer a long look.
Back to the note. If I interpreted it correctly, Bane wanted me back in Fizz at two o’clock this afternoon and we would go hunt for the dragon. Sounded good, unless Tristan’s weres found it first. Then Bane would simply have to call in the troops to arrest or capture or whatever they did with illegally immigrating flying lizards.
I went back to the bedroom where Fizz snored softly. Bane had left his laptop up and running, and after taking a hit of its energy, I opened up the file with C.K. and Hazel’s listed properties. I looked over them, refreshing the addresses in my memory. Maybe none of them were places one could hide a dragon, but if the shifters came up emptyhanded, those locations might hold some clue as to its whereabouts.
For now, I was willing to bet on Gerald’s gang’s noses.
* * * *
I showed up at Para Central to find the place pretty quiet. It was daytime, so there were no vampires. Only half a dozen shifters and a couple of gargoyles manned the computers. I blinked to see Gerald sitting at Patricia’s desk, tapping away on her computer. Dan and Tristan hung over his shoulder.
I drifted over, earning smiles from my two boyfriends as they noted my approach. Each one took my hand, squeezing me between them. A Brandilynn sandwich, my very favorite. I didn’t try to contain a happy sigh to be with the men.
Gerald had a military-style headset on, and after a moment I realized it kept him in contact with the search parties. A two-way sitting on the desk allowed us to hear the goings-on.
The werepanther’s rich rumble filled my senses. “All right Eddie, you and the rest start from the strip club and work from there. Split into teams as needed. Team leaders, report in every half hour.”
I spoke in a whisper at first, gaining my full voice as I remembered Gerald couldn’t hear me and be disturbed by my speech. “I’m surprised Gerald isn’t leading the way.”
Tristan answered, “He’s not too happy about it, but he drew the short straw when it came to manning the command post. I prefer him here directing the search anyway. He’s a natural when it comes to being in charge.”
Dan changed the subject. “No possessing today?”
I was so happy to not be in someone else’s body. My voice was light and happy as I said, “Bane sang Fizz a lullaby. She’s out until early afternoon.”
I realized I was checking out Gerald’s broad shoulders and bulging biceps and made myself stop. I had two hot men already. I looked at each and smiled at them. They smiled back.
Eddie’s voice on the radio claimed our attention. “Splitting into three teams. I think my trail is probably leading to the witch’s house, and a second team looks to be headed towards the Beasts’ club. Third team, let Gerald know when you reach your destination. Man, I hate the smell of unwashed witch.”
“Be careful out there,” Gerald said. He made notes on the computer.
I worried about Eddie and the weres, though a surprised witch wouldn’t be able to mount much of an offensive against a larger group. I hoped. “How large are the teams? They won’t be conspicuous nosing around all over the place?”
Tristan’s expression was a mix of gentleness and conscience. “They’re shifters, Brandilynn. They know all too well how to appear as if they’re foraging for scraps.”
I winced, once again reminded of how marginalized the Zoo Flu survivors are in our society. Shifter jobless rates are incredibly high due to the widespread discrimination they suffer. A lot are homeless. It’s not unusual to see packs of shifters dumpster diving for food and anything they can get that might help them out.
“As a member of the county commission, you should do something to help them.”
He sighed. “I do my best. You can’t legislate morality, and too many of those in power are willing to look away when it suits their wishes.”
Dan snorted. “The laws only changed when enough Congressmen had close family members fall victim to the Zoo Flu.”
I looked at Gerald again. He was so proud and beautiful, and past experience had taught me he had integrity missing in most beings, paras and norms alike. “People suck.”
“Worse than vampires?” Tristan asked, and we chuckled at his pun. Even bad humor was better than none at all, and we were able to relax.
As it became clear the hunt was going to be boring from Para Central’s command post, I began thinking about joining one of the search parties. Tristan, bless his lusty soul, had a better idea. Leaning over, he whispered in my ear, “I’ve always wanted to do you here.”
A thrill at the seductive lowering of his voice and the dark look he gave me coursed down my spine. “Really?” Woo hoo. Sex in Tristan’s stronghold, right here where he wheeled and dealed, would be titillating indeed.
His tongue teased the cup of my ear. “Mmm-hmm. Why don’t you sit in my chair?”
I was quick to do so, my innards already churning, my nipples perky, and my nether parts damp in anticipation. The others couldn’t see us, but it was undeniably hot to be doing the naughty with them right there in the room with us.
Tristan perched on the edge of his desk, right in front of me. “You know how much I love that mouth of yours wrapped around me. Dan?”
Well, someone was feeling generous. Dan wasted no time sitting next to him. Double my pleasure, double my fun, as the saying goes. I looked up at their faces for permission, and at their nods, set about freeing my favorite two cocks in all the world from their trousers.
Each of my hands gripped a base. Since Tristan had initiated the fun, he received my mouth first while I worked Dan’s cock up and down. Wetting him good with my spit, I sucked Tristan down deep, inhaling his musk. Soft moans from both men rewarded my efforts.
After enjoying the taste of Tristan for a few minutes, I wrapped my lips around Dan. I compared his flavor, a smokier kind of essence to Tristan’s salt-tang. They were both delicious, and I gave each equal time in my eager mouth, delighted at how they thickened with desire under my attention. My thighs rubbed together as my excitement rose with theirs. Zings of pleasure darted through my loins as I performed my oral choreography on the two men.
At Tristan’s command, I released them and stood. Tristan took my place on the chair. “Clothes off,” he told me, and I shed my clothes with a thought. It sure beat struggling to peel Fizz’s tight jeans off.
Tristan rubbed himself up and down. “Have a seat,” he invited. I was quick to obey, straddling his legs to lower myself onto him.
It got a little awkward when Dan moved in behind me, but boy, was it worth it. I love the fullness that comes with double penetration, feeling two big men inside me at once. We didn’t do this very often, but when we do, it makes me feel like my head might just blow off the top of my body.
I set the pace, raising and lowering myself over Tristan, and Dan matched his thrusts to time it just right. We were a bit clumsy, but it didn’t seem to inhibit anyone’s enjoyment. No, we were liking this just fine.
They’ve learned I have my limits when it comes to doing this, and neither made the demand that I control orgasm. I simply can’t, not with both of them inside me. The pressure of all that gorgeous flesh rubbing against those sensitive parts of my sheaths is simply too much. We all know this kind of lovemaking usually goes pretty quickly. So when I cried out after only a few seconds, my lower bits convulsing around those thick staves inside me, there were no warnings or punishments. Dan stilled and Tristan’s face tightened with the effort of not joining me. They held control over themselves, and when my pussy and backside stopped seizing, I resumed riding Tristan like my favorite hobby horse. Dan stroked in and out again in flawless harmony with my movements.
It was near perfect possession, and I admit I cheated some in my head. You’d think having two men seated inside me, the double friction sending my insides into a full liquid boil, would be more than enough. I agree it should have been, but I couldn’t help but imagine Gerald joining us, so that I could take him in my mouth. I’d never been triple-teamed, but the fantasy occurred naturally and wouldn’t leave my mind as I took my two lovers’ gorgeous cocks deep in the other openings. I thought of the werepanther’s warm flesh snaking its way down my throat, moving back and forth across my tongue, his pulse beating wildly in the vein that ran its underside, of his strong, salty semen erupting…
I went off again, my sleeves clutching hard on Tristan and Dan. This time they went with me, their deep groans joining my high-pitched cries as they shot their hot fluids deep into my core. Feeling them jerk and pulse inside my tightness erased all thoughts of Gerald, and it was only the three of us again. Only? Oh, they were more than enough for me. As much as my kinky mind might light on other men from time to time, these two
were perfection. Once again, as my naughty bits shuddered and quaked with sweet surrender, I swore I’d never stray again.
Afterward, Dan and I got off Tristan’s lap (I told you it was an awkward position) and everyone got themselves decently covered again. The boys hadn’t really touched each other in any intimate way; for heaven’s sake they’d kept all their clothes on. Still, they weren’t meeting each others’ eyes either now that their lust for me was resolved. I had to bite my lips together to restrain the giggles that wanted to escape. No one homophobic here, oh no sir. Hee hee.
Dan broke the weird silence that had fallen over us. “Well, that killed a little time. Did anyone happen to hear how the hunt’s going?”
Tristan stood and searched for something for his hands to do. He put them on his hips, then smoothed his hair, then folded his arms over his chest. “Enough to know they’re coming up empty. The teams are now broken into pairs what with all the different trails to follow.”
Gerald spoke, claiming our attention. “Dead end, huh Eddie? You might as well head back in unless you want to join up with another team.”
Eddie’s voice crackled over the two-way. “Jess and Sam were on the freshest scent. Any word from them?”
“It turned out to be a storage facility on Highway 17. They couldn’t get in without the security code, but they were pretty sure none of the units on the premises were big enough to house a dragon over a year old. They did say it smells like a lot of shifters have been there recently, so it’s likely the Beasts have something going on there.”
Tristan mused, “That might be where they house some of their drugs, which would be useful to getting the bunch locked up. But we really need to find that dragon before something bad happens.”
I scowled at no one in particular. “It’s not looking good, is it? Maybe I can pop back in on the Beasts club, see if I can find anything from C.K.’s end.”
Tristan said, “It can’t hurt.”
Worried I’d sent so many people on a wild goose chase, I took off.
Chapter 13
I materialized crouched behind the bar in case Hazel was in the club. Immediately I knew something was off. The sound system was completely silent. Only a couple of low voices muttered in the room. The place was usually quiet during the day, but this was downright eerie.
I slowly rose, peeking over the scarred surface of the bar. The club was nearly empty, no Hazel in sight. I stood all the way up, noting only two weregators I knew to be low members in the Beasts hierarchy playing cards, and a couple of the older women wiping down tables. There was an atmosphere of nervous expectancy, like these four souls were waiting to hear the outcome of a loved one’s surgery.
I had a bad feeling. I rushed back to C.K.’s office, finding it empty. No C.K., no Hazel, and most worrisome of all, no enforcers. I’d always seen at least two representatives of the muscle of the gang here. Something was up, something that had called all the heavies out in force. Had Hazel discovered there were shifters tracking his dragon?
Really worried now, I decided to go to Bane’s trailer.
* * * *
Carnage.
All the furniture in Bane’s living room was overturned, the television dead in a sprinkling of glass. The coffee table was broken in half, as if Chris Farley had dropped by to do a skit in which he landed smack in the middle of it.
Drying blood sprayed the walls.
And two weres were raiding the refrigerator, a gator and a bear. Low-ranking Beasts, like the ones back at the club. “Pizza,” the gator announced, holding the takeout box aloft like a war trophy.
As they chowed on Bane’s leftovers, I zapped back to the bedroom. Bane’s laptop was a shattered mess on the floor. No sign of Fizz on the rumpled bed, even though according to Bane’s note she should still be out cold. Had he miscalculated, allowing her to wake and warn the Beasts of his true identity? That the agent had been grabbed by C.K.’s gang, I had no doubt. The only important question left was whether he remained among the living.
I returned to the kitchen where the shifters continued their misappropriation of all things edible. “Where is he, you stupid animals?” I screamed.
Gator had his head tilted back, pouring a two-liter bottle of soda into his elongated mouth. Furious at my impotency, I stormed to the microwave oven, pulling energy from it so hard that it beeped and the clock began to flash 12 over and over. I walked back to Gator and slapped the bottle right out of his hand. The dark brown liquid splashed a
ll over him.
He turned to Bear, who was gobbling store-bought cookies, and shoved him. “Are you retarded?”
Spraying ginger snaps, Bear threw the bag of cookies on the floor. “Fuck you!”
With that intellectual start, they went at each other, moments later rolling all over the floor as they shifted, jaws and claws reaching. Too worried about Bane to enjoy the fight, I left, hoping the stupid jerks would do the world a favor and kill each other.
I made a quick check of the strip club. No Bane, Fizz, or Hazel. I was ready to panic. Where was everyone?
My next stop was the library, forgetting I had left Dan and Tristan at Para Central. No matter; Dan was there, perusing the books crowded on the shelves in the true crime section. My Marlboro Man isn’t one for light reading.
He took one look at my expression and had his arms around me in a second. “What’s wrong, baby girl?”
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