by Kaye Draper
The searing pain was over in a flash, a slight singed-flesh smell lingering for a second after my sharp hissing gasp. Then Theo was smoothing his hand over my arm, his touch warm and gentle once more, his face full of this...reverence. “Thank you, Sam,” he whispered.
I glanced down to see a small swirl burned into my skin, the outline slowly turning from black, to angry red, to a faint white scar as my shifter healing kicked in. The little lines looked almost like wings if you turned it just right.
I grinned at Theo. “You’re welcome,” I said easily. Then I tackled him, driving him backward and onto the bed with a surprised grunt.
Laughter filled the room as I buried my shifter fangs into Theo’s shoulder, biting deep and hard with the intent to scar.
He bucked beneath me, his hands flaring with heat as he gripped my hips. I pulled back, licking at my handiwork, my inner sabertoothed monster purring with contentment. “So pretty,” I breathed over his skin, watching it scar up before my eyes.
A soft caress danced along my spine as Angel’s magic wove through the bond between me and Theo. The bed dipped as the siren leaned in on a knee, planting a sweet kiss on my cheek, then leaning down to brush his lips across Theo’s.
“Finally,” he breathed.
I laughed and rolled off Theo, flopping onto my back to stare up at the ceiling of the sovereign’s bedroom. “Is anyone going to judge me if I say I just really need all my mates to fuck me senseless now?”
Fin leaned his arms on the end of the bed and I obligingly turned my head for his searing kiss. “No judgement here, Saber,” he said between kisses, cupping one side of my jaw with one hand while he trailed his lips down the other side of my neck. “Never, Sam.”
I sat up and grabbed him under the arms, lifting him off the couch and setting him next to me on the bed, earning myself a glare. “Gods damn it, cat. I’m not your fucking doll!”
I smirked at him. I could see right through all his bluster. He liked it when I picked him up. He liked that I wasn’t all soft female like his past lovers had probably been. I shut him up with another kiss, rolling over him and pressing him into the ridiculously fluffy mattress.
It was all Fin’s fault, after all. He was the one who’d started me down this whole road of self-acceptance. He had no one to blame but himself if I went overboard with the self-confidence. A big hand carded through my hair, then stroked down my back to my ass.
I arched back into Emerson’s touch, letting up on Fin enough to let him breathe. The leprechaun was laughing as he gasped for air and playfully shoved at my shoulder. “Gods, take him, Emerson, before the damned cat suffocates me!”
Emerson wrapped a thick arm around my middle and lifted me off Fin like I weighed nothing, kneeling on the thick rug and pulling me onto his lap, facing the bed. He nuzzled at my neck, planting hot, sweet kisses under my ear. I wiggled my ass against the tree trunk he had in his pants. “Please?”
He huffed against my skin, his deep chuckle reverberating through me where my back pressed to his broad chest. “Sorry, sweetheart. Maybe focus on Fin?”
I huffed at him. Fucking ogre tease. But he was right. Fin had come to sit at the edge of the bed in front of us, his red curls rumpled and his face flushed from my rough treatment. Sitting on Emerson’s thighs, I was at just the right height to pull Fin free of his pants and get that perfect, flushed cock in my mouth.
Fin’s small hands tangled in my hair as I swallowed him down. “Teeth, Saber!” he ground out. I carefully pulled off, grinning up at him. He liked the fangs and we both knew it. Fin was as much of a liar as I was. His dick pulsed in my hand, rock hard and begging for attention. “So sorry,” I deadpanned, not sorry at all.
He shook his head at me and leaned back on one hand, using the other to stroke his own cock. “I didn’t say stop, did I?”
I arched a brow at him, but didn’t make him wait long, leaning down to pull him in again, swirling my tongue around his tip. I turned my head a bit to watch as Angel finished stripping Theo, pausing to press kisses to the phoenix’s golden skin along the way. Fuck they looked so good together. Theo caught me watching and smoldered at me, lifting a hand to Angel’s head, his eyes on me the whole time while he urged my siren lower.
Gods.
Emerson’s big hands cupped my tits through my shirt, squeezing and kneading while I ran my hands up Fin’s thighs, deep throating like my life depended on it. Mine. All mine. All of them.
Ah, shit. Here I went with the damned alpha shifter bullshit again. But I couldn’t spare the time to give a fuck, not with Emerson’s hands on me and Fin’s dick pulsing in my mouth while he swore in leprechaun and promised me the fucking moon if I’d just never stop sucking his cock.
I laughed as I pulled back, leaving Fin collapsed on the bed in a shaky heap. He looked like I’d just sucked his brains out of him using his dick as a straw.
I laughed even harder at that visual. Angel and Theo sat up as Fin finally roused himself enough to yank his boxers back on. I felt suddenly naked under that pair of dominating, hungry gazes. Fuck me.
No, really. They’d better fuck me.
I remembered how it had felt, having Theo’s flaming cock buried inside me and I shuddered. The phoenix smirked like he knew exactly what I was thinking.
But Angel.... Angel got this look on his face—the look that said he’d just had an amazing idea. I shuddered again. Angel’s amazing ideas usually got us into tight scrapes with thugs but ended up with things like more stolen rubies than we knew what to do with.
Yeah, it had been an interesting childhood with Angel in tow.
But Angel with an idea in the bedroom...oh fuck.
“Emerson,” the siren said sweetly, swinging his long legs over the edge of the bed and leaning back on his hands, all long limbs and sparkling hair, his rock-hard dick on display and his gold eyes flashing with mischief. “Didn’t I promise to teach you something?”
I felt my whole body go cold, then hot, flushed with lust so strong it hurt. “Fuck.”
Emerson froze like a deer in the sights of a deadly predator. But I was on my feet in a flash. Turning, I yanked my shirt off over my head, then got to work on my pants, shedding them in record time.
Theo’s hot gaze was curious as it stroked over my eager body. But Emerson looked petrified. Like he’d turned to stone.
“Now?” The ogre cur squeaked out, his deep voice cracking.
Angel draped his arm around Theo’s shoulders and gave us all a Cheshire cat grin. “Mmm...why not? I’ve got a helper now. One who doesn’t mind a little crossing swords.”
Emerson swallowed, his big Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as his eyes darted from Angel to me, panic and a little bit of hope warring in his soft brown gaze. “Are you sure?”
I grinned at him, then grabbed his big hand and urged him to his feet. “Strip.”
His big hands shook as he pulled off his t-shirt and tried to undo his fly. I stepped in and helped, brushing his hands away so I could pop the top button of his fly free and drag the zipper down. “It’s okay, Em,” I whispered, tilting my head up in invitation. “Promise.”
Emerson let out a shaky sigh and leaned down to kiss me, soft and hesitant. I slid my hand up Emerson’s miles of light green muscle, trying to soothe his fears. What a big softie.
Angel’s arms wrapped around me from behind and he pressed a lingering kiss to my shoulder. Then he reached around me to plant his hand in the center of Emerson’s massive chest, over his thundering heart. “I said I’d help you. Do you trust me, Emerson?”
The ogre covered Angel’s hand with his own, his brown eyes going all gooey. “Yeah.”
I glanced between them and shrugged. “And I trust you both. It’ll be fine.”
Angel smirked at me as he drew away. “Oh, it’ll be more than ‘fine,’ Sam.”
Fin sat up with a groan. “Shit’s about to get freaky in here, isn’t it?”
I smirked at him. “So freaky.”
He
sighed as if it was just all such a burden. Poor straight guy in a room full of dicks. I didn’t feel bad for him at all. “Where’s the lube?” he ground out.
Theo chuckled and pointed at the nightstand on the other side of the bed. “Probably the red bottle.”
Fin rolled off that side of the bed and rummaged around in the drawer while I coaxed Emerson out of his pants and paused to stroke his massive dick. “Holy shit,” the leprechaun breathed. “How much damned lube do you need”? He held up a blue bottle. “Berry flavored? Where the fuck do you even get this stuff?”
Theo just grinned. “Perks of office,” he said smoothly.
Fin shook his head and tossed a red bottle to Angel. “Don’t break my shifter, siren.”
Angel looked offended. “I would never. I do have a reputation to uphold.”
I ignored them as I leaned in to kiss the mound of Emerson’s sculpted pec and brush my hand through his thick black chest hair. Sure, I could talk shit all day. But I was just a tad bit nervous about how the hell this was all going to work. Angel had promised he could help Emerson work me up to taking that fence post he called a cock. But as hot as that got me, I was also afraid for my poor body. It was probably going to hurt like hell at least for some part of the endeavor, I was sure.
Emerson smoothed a big hand down my back. “Sam, you don’t have to do this. It’s okay. What we have is okay.”
I looked up at my big, sweet ogre. I showed him love any way I could, and he always participated with us in the freaking orgies that had become my new normal. But it had to suck, not being able to participate the way the others did. And Gods damn it, I wanted him inside me, at least once. “Hush,” I said firmly. “Pay attention. You listening? I. Want. This.” I squeezed his massive cock for emphasis, earning me a breathless huff of laughter.
Then Angel was back, his hands on my hips, pulling me away toward the bed. “Let me and Theo help this time, big guy. We’ll get Sam all warmed up for you.”
I groaned. “I’m not a fucking rusty engine, Angel. I don’t need ‘warming up.’”
He chuckled, and the sound had a wicked quality to it that made me shiver. “Trust me on this, love. You need a warm-up and I know just the place to find a little heat.”
Theo smiled at me, slow and filled with promise as Angel guided me into the phoenix’s embrace. Warm hands stroked over my body, worshipping and possessing all at once. “You’re so beautiful, Sam. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of watching you. Touching you.” He dipped his head and pulled my breast into his mouth, flicking his molten tongue over my nipple in a playful motion. I tangled my hands in his chestnut curls, loving the feel of his feathers as they slid between my fingers.
Theo fell onto his back slowly, pulling me with him. It only seemed natural to angle my hips, sliding over his length before lifting to impale myself on his hot, thick cock. I groaned at the sensation, rocking against him as he smoothed his hands over my skin, touching me everywhere, murmuring encouragement and endearments like he just couldn’t help himself.
Angel’s cool hands settled on my hips and I pulled my knees under me, coming up into a more kneeling position. I didn’t question it when I felt a slick finger circling the place where Theo was buried inside me. My eyes fell closed and my breath stuttered as Angel slowly worked his finger in with Theo’s cock, stretching me wider, making me shiver in anticipation.
Hands and lips touched me everywhere, stroking and caressing as Angel and Theo coaxed my body into new territory. By the time Angel managed to work his own dick in alongside Theo’s I was a gasping, begging mess.
Fin knelt on one side of me, his hand coming around to stroke my cock in slow, torturous motions while Theo’s hands tangled with Angel’s at my hips. Emerson drew me into a deep, soul-stealing kiss as Angel and Theo slid in and out of me in tandem, each long drag stretching me wide and filling me up with so much sensation. I came hard, gasping against Emerson’s lips, digging my fingers into Theo’s chest, my cock spilling across Fin’s hand and onto Theo’s stomach.
“Fuck,” I panted. “Oh, my Gods.”
Angel chuckled against my sweaty back, slowly pulling his spent cock from me so I could climb off Theo. Then I found myself on my back, my limp, shaky limbs splayed out while the guys shuffled around.
Emerson knelt between my legs, making the bed dip with his weight, looking desperate but hesitant. He stroked one big hand down my body, from my chest to my hip. “Sam.”
I arched into his touch like a sleepy cat, all my synapses struggling to fire again. Angel was there, stretching out along my side and brushing my hair back from my face. “Alright there, cat?”
I nipped playfully at his fingers, then stared up at Em. “Almost.” I held out my arms and wiggled my fingers.
Emerson bit his bottom lip, gazing down at me like he was lost. “I’ll crush you, sweetheart.”
I huffed. “That’s the point. I’m not that delicate, Em.”
Angel held out his hand toward Emerson. “Come on, love. Sam wants you to fuck them into the mattress. It’s part of the experience, being pinned down.”
I felt my face go red at just how well Angel knew what I needed. But I nodded at Emerson and wiggled my fingers again like a demanding child. “Need you, Em. Come on, big guy.”
The ogre studied my face for a second, then he glanced at Angel. The siren smiled, slow and patient, reaching over to stroke my half-hard cock. “See? Sam’s already getting hard again. Look how much they want this, Em. Are you really going to say no to your mate?”
I lifted a leg and wrapped it around Em’s thick thigh. “Fuck me, ogre,” I growled. “Right now.”
Emerson shook his head at Angel’s nagging and my antics. But he slowly lowered himself over me, his wide hips shoving my legs apart so far I had no choice but to wrap them around his hips, his heavy cock brushing my own as he bent to kiss me, slow and deep. “You tell me if I hurt you,” he demanded, his deep voice soft but serious. “And to stop if you don’t like it.”
I rolled my eyes and bit his lip to shut him up. “Promise.”
He reached down and gripped his massive cock, lining himself up. Then he slowly started to press home. I arched my back and let out a string of garbled curses. Angel and Theo had done their best to wreck me. And I was slick with lube and cum. Emerson slid inside easily. But I had never felt anything so fucking intense in my life. My cock twitched between us and I snapped my hips upward, attempting to impale myself further when Emerson refused to move.
I opened my eyes to see the ogre staring down at me, shaking with concentration. “Tell me you’re okay, Sam? Please.”
“I’m more than fucking okay, Em,” I ground out. “Now move.”
He pulled back, then slowly thrust in again and I moaned, clutching the bedsheets, shredding them with my claws. “Faster.”
“Fuck, Sam,” Emerson’s desperate voice was the best thing I’d heard in my life. He slid his hands under my shoulders and leaned on his elbows to keep from crushing me under mountains of warm green giant. Then the big, gentle ogre started fucking me in earnest.
I saw fucking stars.
He was still careful, learning my body. I hissed when he bottomed out, the feeling sliding over into uncomfortable. Glancing down between us, I realized he was probably only half inside me. But he didn’t seem to care. He just thrust shallowly, cradling me to him and sobbing my name as he came.
I clenched around him, stretched so tight I could feel every hot pulse of his dick as he emptied himself inside me, my own orgasm still rippling through me. Then he rolled, lying on his back with me on his chest, his dick still buried inside me. Gentle hands stroked over my back, and his arms, our hair.... So much love everywhere.
A trail of heat touched my shoulder and I realized it was Theo’s lips against my skin. “Gods, you are so perfect, Sam,” he murmured.
Angel’s magic pulled at me, taking a sip from the well of contentment that filled me. A small hand patted the back of my thigh.
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I jerked awake with a snort. Somewhere along the line, we’d all gotten up long enough to get clean and comfortable. Then I’d passed out. Apparently, I needed to make up for some restless nights, now that I had all my mates safe around me.
I blinked in the dim light of early morning. Ugh.
Something moved in my peripheral vision and I turned my head on the pillow. We were still all piled in Theo’s bed. But the sovereign was up, already mostly dressed in one of his perfect suits.
“What are you doing?” I grumbled. “The sun’s not even up.”
He gave me a soft, fond look. “I’m an early riser. Go back to sleep. I need to get some work done.”
Damn it.
I gently peeled myself out from under Emerson’s arm, letting Fin’s head drop off my shoulder and onto the bed with a thump. The leprechaun could sleep through a rhino attack, I swear. Sliding out of bed, I stretched, easing the odd twinge here and there from a night of complete debauchery.
I smiled at the memory.
Theo came to me and held out a silky robe that smelled like him—all cloves and smoky spice. I slipped it on, surprised when he pulled me in for a hug, just holding me against his chest and breathing me in. “Thank you, Sam.”
I wrapped my arms slowly around his trim waist and rested my cheek on his suit-clad shoulder. “You’re welcome?” I wasn’t sure what I was being thanked for. My sluttiness, maybe?
He chuckled and a little puff of smoke escaped his mouth, surprising us both. “I meant for accepting me,” he said pulling back to look me in the eye as he lifted my wrist and planted a soft kiss over his brand. “For letting me be part of...all this.” He waved a hand at the others, who were all still dead to the world.
“Well,” I said with a wry grimace. “If we didn’t scare you off last night, I suppose you’ll survive it.”
He ruffled my hair, and I reveled in the sudden burst of affection I felt for him. My mate. He didn’t have to hide himself anymore. None of us did. So it was okay if I let him know how much I loved his new touch-Sam-like-they’re-yours approach, right? I tilted my head and nuzzled against his hand like the happy cat I was.