Jaguar's Passion: A Shifter Romance (Guardians of the Fae Realms Book 5)

by JL Madore

  Calli straightens, brushing her finger against her lip, claiming every drop. “Perfect. Just what I wanted.”

  “Time for the rest of us to eat,” Brant says, lifting her and laying her out on the kitchen table. “I think we should all enjoy a feast.”

  As Brant opens Calli’s legs and drops his head, I get an inspired idea. “Mhmm, I like the way you think, big guy. Kotah, help me with something, will you?”

  Kotah follows me to the stove and I pull out the roasting pan. Mama has already sliced the meat and drained the juice to make the gravy. Awesome. “Bring the potatoes and the gravy. If Brant wants a feast, I think we should all have one. How about you?”

  Kotah

  “Whatever you say, Jaxx.” I’m never sure what crazy idea Jaxx has in mind but he’s never let us down. I grab the pot of mashed potatoes, the one with gravy, and a few serving spoons out of the container on the counter. “Where do you want it?”

  Calli is splayed across the kitchen table with Brant’s mouth buried in her core.

  Hawk has finished stripping off his clothes and seems to know exactly what Jaxx has in mind. “Fuck yeah. Great idea.”

  “Blindfold?”

  “Definitely.”

  Hawk launches off the ground and takes flight in his hawk form. He flies up over the railing of the second floor and is back a moment later with a red, satin blindfold.

  Where Jaxx sets the roasting pan down, I line up my pots. When he takes off the lid, I do the same.

  “The name of the game is Mate Feast,” Jaxx says. “Hawk, would you do the honors?”

  “My pleasure.” Hawk shifts to the head of the table, kisses Calli, and gets her blindfolded.

  Brant is taking his time, licking, and nuzzling her moist folds. “As long as I don’t have to stop, I’m in.”

  Jaxx’s grin widens. “Oh, no. There’s no stopping. Let me enhance your feasting experience.” He takes a small slice of roast beef and places it on Calli’s mons.

  “Oh my, that’s warm,” Calli says, her nipples peaking. “And yep, dripping right into—”

  Brant growls and devours the meat, licking her with earnest. “Please, sir. I want some more.”

  “Coming right up.” Jaxx, sets to work lining up the slices of roast beef from Calli’s sternum down to her core. The meat juices drip down her hips and ribs and she squirms a little, but—guessing by the accompanying feminine groan—it’s in a good way.

  Jaxx sets out another slice for our bear and Brant dives in to devour her once again.

  Jaxx, Hawk, and I focus on laying out our platter for our feast. I’m in charge of the carrots and corn and Hawk takes mashed potatoes.

  “It takes a bit of strategy to get these veggies not to roll off with her chest heaving,” I say, after finally securing them in a nest of mashed potatoes over her naval.

  “Look. I’m an artist,” Hawk says, pointing to Calli’s breasts. They’re each heaped with mashed potatoes with a baby carrot sticking up in the center. “I call it an ode to Calli’s delicious tits.”

  “It’s perfect.” Jaxx scoops one of the large serving spoons filled with gravy and his grin widens. “Now for the final touch.”

  He pours a long line of rich, brown gravy from her throat to her sternum, circling both breasts, and then down the meat lining the center of her body, to the mashed potatoes and veggies at her naval and then down to Brant’s mouth.

  After setting aside the pots and pan, Jaxx gestures to the delicious mess we’ve made.

  “Let the Mate Feast begin.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Brant

  I fucking love my life… and not because I’m balls deep inside my mate with a full belly and my retinas being overloaded with all manner of mate fuckery. Okay, that has a lot to do with it, but not all. When the universe fated the five of us to become the Phoenix Quint, I won the fucking lottery.

  Ha! I also won the fucking lottery.

  Jaxx’s Mate Feast was a huge success. Calli came apart five or six times and we let our animal sides ascend to have fun. After we finished feeding off her, Jaxx and Kotah took pity on her and hand-fed her until she was full as well.

  Once our queen’s needs were met, we came upstairs to hit the showers.

  When Kotah renovated the suite, here in the palace, he had the foresight to have a five-person shower built in the master ensuite. It boasts adjustable jet sprayers—that Hawk is currently playing with—a seat in one corner—which Jaxx and Kotah are enjoying—and a ledge to lean over on the opposite wall—that’s where I have Calli propped to give me the best possible access. It also has all manner of aptly placed handles which we love to make use of.

  The entire setup is built for group sex shenanigans. I expect Hawk had a strong hand in the design. Fist-bump to them both because… yeah, good times.

  Glancing down, I watch my cock glisten as I pull back to my tip and then slide deep into Calli’s heat.

  Water cascading down bare flesh is hella sexy.

  My girl has her belly resting on the ledge and her hands pressed flat against the granite wall beyond. The cantilevered plane saves her legs from having to support her and gives me the time to penetrate her in a slow and steady pace from behind for as long as I please.

  I could live and die doing this for the rest of my life and be happy… except the tightening of her insides means I won’t get that wish. Once Calli’s muscles get greedy, her release is soon to ignite. “Fuck I love how hard you grip my cock before you come.”

  “Preach,” Jaxx says, his head dropped back as Kotah sucks him off. The jaguar is sitting on the corner seat with one hand resting on Kotah’s head in his lap, and the other hand fondling Hawk’s balls while the avian strokes off to the view.

  Calli’s legs start to quiver and her throaty pant signals the first crest of her orgasm wave. I grip her hips tighter and thrust deep. I’m big—sometimes I worry too big for her—but when she’s well stretched by the others and has had a few orgasms like now, she can take all of me.

  “That’s it, beautiful,” I rasp. “Take all of me. Feel me fill you and rub your insides.”

  “I do. It’s so good… give me more.”

  My bear growls deep in my chest and I give my girl her wish. “Brace yourself, baby.”

  It doesn’t take long. Her core is already pulsing when I pick up the pace. Once I drop the caution and really hammer into her, she shatters. Over the past months, we’ve all been getting to know each other’s preferences.

  Calli likes to be fucked hard through her orgasms… and if the stars align and you wind her up just right…

  “Gawd, yes.”

  “Fuck, yes,” Hawk says as her body bursts into the glow of her flaming female.

  When her wild side ignites, all bets are off. Her second-level orgasm rips through her and I unhinge my hips. Hard and fast I penetrate her, hitting home with bruising force. My thighs are on fire, but I love the burn.

  This is what Calli loves.

  When she’s shattering in this form, she needs everything we’ve got.

  Jaxx grunts, arches back, and his hips start to kick.

  I meet his gaze and he’s totally getting off on both Kotah’s attention and seeing me hammer Calli’s wild side.

  His purr rips loose and fills the steamy air.

  Bastard.

  I meet Hawk’s gaze and yeah, that purr does me in too. Hawk and I lose control and it’s orgasms all around. As I spill into our mate, I watch the creamy streams of cum shoot over Hawk’s hand. He’s stroking off hard and the result of his labors is getting washed into the drain. With a hand braced against the glass wall, his body constricts and his muscles convulse.

  Sometimes I need more hands so I can play with all the things I want at once.

  I ride out my release, close my eyes, and try to remember how to breathe. The closed-in space is saturated in the mixed scents of our sweat, combined orgasms, and our hunger for one another. The carnal aromas blend to produce a heady, drugging effect.<
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  Yeah, like I said… I love my life.

  Hawk

  I wake sometime in the middle of the night to a gentle rocking on the bed beside me. Who could possibly still be horny after the sexcapades we all got up to before crashing? I chuckle and pry one eye open, surprised to see Kotah palming himself.

  “Hey,” I whisper. “You good?”

  The guilty look he flashes me stands as one of the only times he’s looked his age. “Sorry. I’ll stop.”

  “Don’t stop on my account. I was just surprised you’ve got anything left.”

  He shrugs. “It’s a nervous habit I got into as a teen.”

  “You’re worried about the coronation tomorrow?”

  He nods. “It’s fine. Go back to sleep. I’m just keyed up.”

  One look in those dark chocolate eyes tells me the one thing my wolf is not, is fine. “Do you mind if I help you with your nervous habit?”

  Kotah’s mouth quirks up in a crooked smile. “I don’t mind if you don’t.”

  Damn, this kid squeezes my heart. Lifting the sheet, I climb over his hip and settle in behind him. “I do my best work with my right hand.”

  He lifts his head and I move his hair to slide my arm under his neck. Spooning him, I snuggle in tight and reach over his hip with my other hand to relieve him from his palm duties. “Never be embarrassed about needing an outlet. I’ve used sex as every outlet imaginable. I’ve got you.”

  He snuggles his ass into the cradle of my hips and my cock jumps at the attention. The friction of skin-on-skin when my mate is naked, in my arms, and needs comforting is nothing I can ignore. That doesn’t mean I need to address it. This is about comforting him, not me taking my pleasures.

  “Anything you need—ever—all you have to do is ask.”

  I lift my bottom arm off the mattress, across his chest, and grip his shoulder. I’m quite a bit taller than Kotah which works well when I want to surround him with my body. While I stroke his shaft, base to tip, I kiss his shoulder and close my eyes, lost in the rapture of him being mine.

  The guy is perfect, his body young and fit, his skin so soft it seems unreal. He’s got the heart of a saint and the inner strength to be anyone’s moral compass.

  And he’s mine.

  “I love you, Kotah. Just close your eyes and let me make you feel good. I’ve got you, now, tomorrow, and always.”

  Calli

  I get up with Hawk first thing and leave the others to sleep. I don’t like it when he leaves us and goes off to live his business life knowing we’re all still snuggly and warm without him. He’s made such great strides in merging with the group, I want to protect and nurture that.

  Since Hawk completed mating with the others, he’s taken his suppressant pill and slept with us every night. He’s even talked to the doctor about taking a half-dose now that he’s working through some of his dark baggage.

  Jaxx and Brant assured him if anything happens, they’ll step in and keep everyone safe.

  I honestly believe him working through his Daddy issues is freeing him and he’ll get to a point he won’t need to take medication at all. Still, if he does, that’s fine too. Whatever it takes to eliminate the protective barriers between us.

  The two of us leave Jaxx, Kotah, and Brant in the master bedroom and pad quietly to the adjoining room. The guys moved our dressers in here to give us more room in the master. It also makes it easier for us to get dressed in the mornings without disturbing the others.

  Hawk’s clothes are mostly hung in the closet, so he heads there, and I go for the drawers of my dresser. After our group shower last night, we’re good to dress and go. I pull on a matching panty and bra set, a pair of stretchy, brushed denim jeans, and a cream, cable-knit sweater. It’s a home day until we have to get ready for the coronation, so comfy clothes for the win.

  Hawk pulls on a pair of black boxers and then decks himself out in his usual GQ corporate attire. No complaints. With his tats and the fine clothes and his sleeves rolled up as he does… yummm.

  “What?” he says, pressing a hand on his buttons and turning to check himself in the mirror. “Am I lopsided? You’re staring.”

  I chuckle. “No sexy man. I was drinking you in. You’re breathtaking and I like the view.”

  He relaxes and pulls me against his chest. “And I like taking your breath away.”

  “I like that too.”

  He slides a hand beneath my hair and grips the nape of my neck. Without apology, he pulls me close and takes possession of my mouth. Hawk kisses with the same fervor and passion he uses to tackle life.

  He’s the boss and he’ll take care of everything.

  And he does.

  It doesn’t take long before my heart is racing, and my mind is flip-flopping between not getting swept away and tossing reality to the side and jumping him.

  But he has work to do and almost lost control of his company while being distracted by us. I won’t let that happen again.

  I ease back and smile, taking a moment to catch my breath. “Good morning, to you too.”

  His smug grin is too sexy. “So, what’s your plan for this morning, beautiful mate of mine?”

  He takes my hand and together we take our exit and walk along the second-floor balcony toward the stairs. “I was thinking of baking those cinnamon buns Mama put into our freezer and looking through the texts she sent over on the initial set up and deconstruction of the portal gates. Brant, Jaxx, and I were talking yesterday about how they were originally created. Maybe if we can’t restore one, we can create one.”

  “I can’t imagine where we’d get that kind of power, but yeah, leave no stone unturned.”

  We descend the open staircase, hand-in-hand, and my stomach lets off an insistent growl. “Now that I’m thinking about those cinnamon buns, I’m getting ravenous.”

  Hawk chuckles. “It’s a good thing we’re wildlings. Without duel metabolisms, you and I would never be able to get off the ground the way Jaxx’s mother feeds us. Brant can afford to be heavy and dense. We’re birds. That’s entirely different.”

  I smile. “After the Mate Feast last night, I’ll never complain about Maggie preparing food for us. That was an all-time highlight for me… something I’ll likely replay in my mind for ages.”

  “You and me both, Spitfire. You and me both.”

  Thanks to the timer on the machine, the coffee is hot and freshly brewed. “Are you having your special French Press this morning or joining me for regular java?”

  “I’ll join you.”

  I grab us each a mug from the cupboard, splash a bit of coconut milk in the bottom of his, and drop a square of chocolate in mine. The two of us get made fun of by Jaxx and Brant who are coffee traditionalists, but we’ve decided they don’t know what they're missing.

  After pouring two full mugs, I set them on the counter of the breakfast bar, and he takes over. His spoon lets off a soft tink, tink, tink as he stirs our coffees, while I get the cinnamon buns out to thaw. When that’s done, the two of us take our morning jolt of caffeine into the office.

  “What’s on the sexy CEO’s agenda this morning?”

  He checks his watch. “Jayne and I are still fielding the damage done by my father. She’s been going through all our active projects and interactions with clients. I’m still catching up on what I neglected.” He pulls his mug down from his mouth and pegs me with a worried gaze. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring her up. That was thoughtless.”

  I sit at the desk opposite his and jiggle the mouse to wake up my screen. “Onward and upward. If she keeps her catty bitch claws in and her hands off the merchandise I can deal. The important thing is that you reclaim your company.”

  His brow creases. “Are you serious about that or being generous on my behalf?”

  I think about that and shrug. “Both. The mating magic pulled the rug out from under her and she reacted badly. I can relate because I did too. Her kneejerk reaction leveled me. Mine leveled Jaxx. It would be petty and hypoc
ritical of me to punish you and jeopardize your company because she devolved into total territorial bitch mode.”

  The hope glimmering in his steel-gray eyes takes me by surprise. “If you’re serious, I’d be beyond relieved. I’ve been trying to figure out how to sever her from the company, but with my focus shifting to you and the others, I can’t see how the FCO can continue without her there to pick up my slack. I thought I might have to shut down.”

  I don’t want that. His company is a huge part of his identity and accomplishments in life. “So, if I’m serious, we get you and she gets the headache of an infiltrated company?”

  “Basically, yes.”

  I take another few sips of my chocolatey coffee and nod. “I can live with that.”

  “Seriously? I don’t want you to say that if you don’t mean it. You’re a thousand times more important to me than Jayne. I’ll shut the FCO down before I lose you over her.”

  “Oh, you’ll never lose me, boss man.”

  “And thank the Powers for that.” His relief is all the reward I need. Taking the high road might suck in the future but it’s worth it. “Thanks, Spitfire. I owe you one—a huge one.”

  “I know how you can thank me properly.”

  He straightens in his seat, the corner of his mouth lifting in a crooked smile. “Oh, I like the sound of this. Lay it on me. What can I do?”

  “I want a turn in the Den of Debachury with you. You’ve taken Jaxx and Brant in there and I asked first. It bugs me that Jayne’s played with that side of you, but you won’t share him with me.”

  His brow tightens and as I watch, those steel-gray eyes cloud over. “You don’t think… Don’t compare what Jayne and I did to what you and I share. It’s worlds apart.”

  “How can I not. It’s apples to apples. We’re both the woman you’re with and yet she got all of you and I get only the parts you think I can handle.”

  “She didn’t get all of me,” he snaps, standing and leaning into his fists on the desk. “She never got my love or my devotion. I never adored her or wanted to build a future with her. Jayne and I were about work and burning off stress. You are about everything I live and breathe for.”