Hawk's Heart: A Reverse Harem Shifter Romance (Guardian's of the Fae Realms Book 4)

by JL Madore

  “But not with Jaxx?”

  I chuckle. “I don’t think Jaxx takes anything slow. Our jaguar is a wildcat.”

  Brant’s lips curl in a seductive smile. “In all the best possible ways.”

  “Agreed.”

  When we both fall silent, that nervousness inches back. “If you’re not interested… if it’s too much—”

  Brant raises a hand and strides across the room with full swagger. “I’m one hundy percent interested. I’m just not sure where to begin.”

  I don’t want him to feel overwhelmed. It’s one of the reasons I left the lights off. “You mentioned something about giving great head and easing the stress of my day. We could start there.”

  I walk over to the padded bench facing the glass wall between us and the city. There’s a thick kneeling mat on the floor in front of it and I sit and spread my knees.

  “Come here. Kneel on the mat and let me kiss you.”

  He surprises me by complying so quickly. Yes, he’s beta and will submit to my alpha in most instances, but I didn’t push my dominance. He came because he wanted to.

  His hips are broad between my thighs and I run my hands from his shoulders across his collarbones and grip his neck. Touching him helps. Our mating bond kicks in the moment any of us touch one another. It’s grounding.

  “Thanks for your help tonight,” I say, needing to say something so he doesn’t think this is all about sex and stepping up to the bonding. “I enjoy working with you.”

  “Surprising as it is, we make a pretty good team.”

  I slide my fingers into the long, brown waves of his hair like I did in the restaurant. Was my body’s response just me proving a point or because Carina was watching?

  Fuck, I hope not.

  I lean forward and close the distance between our mouths. The moment our lips meet and his bear growls, my senses pick up right where we left off at the restaurant.

  The scent of the other three on his skin, the rumble of his bear’s growl, my need to let him in and make our quint whole.

  He’s gained confidence since the restaurant.

  Brant grips my jaw with one hand and reaches between us to stroke my cock with his other. “I’m fucking dying to tongue your cock piercing.”

  I chuckle and ease back against the angled backrest.

  “Have at it, Bear. Who am I to deny a man his desire.” With a firm hand, I pull his head into my lap.

  His lips part over my crown and he sucks me deep into his throat. The suction isn’t gentle. Which suits me perfectly. I grip a fistful of his curls and gently pump into his mouth.

  It’s torture to hold back.

  I’ll gain power over him eventually but I don’t want to take his control until we build up a level of trust. “As rough as you like. Yeah… that’s good.”

  Brant’s right. He does give great head.

  Once he gets rocking, I stretch my arms open over the back of the bench and watch the image of us in the mirrored ceiling. Fuck, that cranks me up.

  I grip a fistful of his silky mop and grind him down on my cock. He’s got a grip on the base of my shaft and is guiding his head up and down the ridges, lollipoping me like he’s fucking obsessed.

  When his free hand shifts between my legs, he twists my sac and my abdominals quake.

  My release is building in my balls, the tingle of cum pushing hard against his kneading fingers. I get back to studying our image again and yeah, this is way hotter than any of the meaningless fucks of my pre-mating days.

  This big, muscle-bound male, this guy sucking me hard while I fuck his mouth… this is my mate.

  “I’m thirsty, avian. Come in my mouth.” The hoarse catch in his timbre brings on a rush of urgency.

  I grip his hair tighter. “I can take this all night long. What’s your rush?”

  The growl of his bear vibrates against my cock. “I want to be tied and fucked. I want to fuck you. I want it all. This is just the appetizer… so amuse my bouche, motherfucker.”

  I laugh but I’m close. My abs are tightening and I curl my hips. “Then suck me like you mean it, Bear. I’m about to mark you inside and out.”

  My hips lock and I grunt as the rush of hot cum releases. Brant’s on it. Sucking and swallowing with a fervor that proves just how thirsty he is. “Every drop, Bear.”

  I close my eyes as another wave hits and I go off again. Fuck, it feels good. How did I ever win this lottery?

  When the sucking stops, Brant straightens and looms over me. He claims my mouth and he tastes of cum and sorority drinks. “Where do you want me?”

  “Do you have any concerns or triggers I need to know about?”

  “Nope.”

  “And you’re game for anything?”

  “Yep.”

  I chuckle. “Then it’s the cross for you.”

  “I take it you mean the giant wood and iron X.”

  “That’s the one.”

  He closes the distance and eyes it up and down. “Okay, how do we do this?”

  I chuckle. “It’s not rocket science, Bear. Hands up and buckled. Feet spread and buckled. Voila, you’re a giant X.”

  His grin is far too funny. “And you’re going to fuck with me, right? Do your Dom thing and whip me and shit?”

  We’re chest to chest and I roll my eyes. “We’re not playing naughty nurse here, Brant. Half the arousal is the mindset. Settle in, lock down your horny twelve-year-old and get ready to be fucked like never before.”

  Brant’s chest bounces with amusement and rubs my nipple rings. “Sir, yes sir.”

  I buckle his wrists and then take a knee to lock his ankles. The position puts me at eye-level to his cock.

  “While you’re down there,” Brant says, swaying his hips.

  I chuckle and shake my head. “You can’t help yourself, can you?”

  Standing in front of the equipment board, I select a few things I think he might like. The mask is an easy one. I want him to settle down and start focusing on his physical sensations. The visuals of the dungeon seem to be overloading him. The flogger with eighteen-inch leather tassels will give a sexy sting. Then, when I pivot the cross so he’s horizontal, I have spicy cinnamon lube and a few other things in mind.

  “Okay, Brant. Let the games begin.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Kotah

  Calli comes apart on the third round of Jaxx’s new mate game, Run, Hunt, Fuck. It’s an inspired game and I’ve enjoyed my part in tracking the scent of her arousal through the halls. Now, hours in, most of the house smells like the two of them. Jaxx is in fine form tonight. He has pleasured Calli orally on the deck, on her knees bent over the coffee table, pressed against the window of the master, and now on the kitchen table.

  “Mercy,” she gasps. “My poor hoohaw is dripping wet and my nipples are throbbing.”

  Jaxx laughs. “I can’t help how much I want you. It’s your fault really.”

  “My fault? How do you figure?”

  “Because you make me cum so hard I swear I’m a god and the sound of your feminine cries fills my soul. How’s a male to turn away from that? Besides, we didn’t get any trainin’ in today, so it’s my duty as your guardian to work you out to build up your stamina.”

  She barks a laugh. “I see. So, then does the training continue?”

  “You bet your perky ass it does. Five. Four…”

  “Wait. May I have a turn?” I rise to two feet as my wolf finally releases his hold on me. Calli and Jaxx break apart and the sheer joy in their expressions fills my heart. “May I get in on this action?”

  “Hells yes you can, Wolf.” Jaxx wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight. When he pulls back, he drops to his knees and tugs my sweatpants to the floor. He’s got me in his mouth and sucking me stiff before I know what hits me.

  Calli sits up on the table and I bend to kiss her. Her lips are gentle and loving and filled with tenderness. “Welcome back, sweetie. I love you.”

  “I love you too, Chigua.”
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  “So,” Jaxx says. “New game. It’s called worship our wolf. It’s played right here and ends when our wolf has cum to the point of exhaustion and begs for mercy.”

  Calli bites her lip. “Oh, I like this game already. I get to be the predator for a change instead of the prey.”

  “Now to lube you up and start the party,” Jaxx says.

  Calli reclines onto her back and opens her legs. “And as it happens I’m currently soaked and dripping. Might as well put those juices to work.”

  “Reuse. Recycle. Good thinking, kitten.”

  I chuckle at the two of them. “And what do I have to look forward to in this game of yours?”

  Jaxx reaches around my hip and strokes me a couple of times. “Calli stays right where she is. Her legs are likely still quivering from our game.”

  “They are, thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” He blows her a kiss and then turns back to me. “Kotah, you bury your cock in her heat and I’ll fuck you slow and dirty from behind. Does that work for everyone?”

  I swallow and nod. “Yes, please.”

  From where they moved the table next to the breakfast bar, Calli can lay on her back and prop her feet on the counter. Jaxx swipes his fingers through the glistening moisture seeping out of her core and cups his hand.

  With a gentle nudge, we shift spots and I take the man-in-the-middle position. From behind me he wraps me in a tight embrace and kisses my cheek. “Welcome back, Wolf. We love you.”

  I meet Calli’s smile and lean over her chest to kiss her. “I love you both.”

  Bent forward as I am, Jaxx takes the hint and starts priming. There’s no self-consciousness when I’m with these two. The three of us have spent the most time together and we know anything goes.

  I hold my cock and play in the folds of her core. Even with Jaxx swiping moisture to slick my backside, she’s still creamy and wet. I slide into Calli’s heat and exhale. The succulence of her cream and Jaxx’s cum mixed with the scent of our arousal is too perfect.

  I grip Calli’s hips, make a couple of languid pumps of in and out, and then I drop forward and hug her tight. The moment I stop moving, Jaxx takes his cue and presses the tip of his cock right where I want him.

  “My girls missed you, sweet prince.”

  I push up onto the palm of my hands and suckle one of the heaving mounds while fondling the other.

  I love Calli’s breasts.

  “How you doin’, Wolf?” Jaxx asks.

  “Better now.” I go back to sucking on Calli and she groans. Her back arches and she thrusts into my mouth.

  Yeah. Much better now.

  It doesn’t take long for Jaxx to build up to a sensuous pull and push. My insides keen with sensation and my cock pulses inside Calli.

  “More?” Jaxx asks.

  “Much more,” I growl a rush of emotion hitting me. “I need... I was...” I drop my forehead against Calli’s sternum and she hugs me tight.

  “Do you need to stop, sugar?”

  I shake my head and push up. “No. Don’t stop. I felt adrift all day. I want to connect.”

  “We’ve got you, buddy,” Jaxx says. “Just check out and let us show you the love.”

  And with that, I do.

  I hug Calli tight and suck her nipple into my mouth, soaking in the penetration of Jaxx’s cock taking me from behind. How he can still be so hard after fucking Calli for the past couple of hours amazes me.

  Then again, Jaxx is living, breathing passion.

  We continue like that, Jaxx and I standing between Calli’s legs, him hammering into me from behind and the force of his thrusts fucking me into Calli.

  It’s a glorious sensation. When his purr rumbles over us, Calli groans, and her womb clenches my cock.

  I close my eyes and relish how her muscles milk me. Tugging and squeezing with every thrust.

  “I love you, Kotah,” Jaxx says, his voice strained. “Don’t you ever forget it. And if your wolf steps in the way again, remind him how much I ache for you.”

  I brace my hands against the table and push back. “Show me how much.”

  The roar of Jaxx’s jaguar slices the air.

  It’s not a sound he makes often but it holds all the power of his wild side. His fingers tighten against my hips with bruising force and he strikes a thundering pace. With each slam home, another wave of sensation singes my balls.

  I ache too, my sac tightening, ready to release. “I’m close Jaxx. So, close.”

  I don’t know how, but his cock swells inside me and feels bigger. He’s lost all control and I lock my elbows to brace myself and keep from crushing Calli.

  I needn’t worry. She’s not suffering. Our phoenix is heating up. Her eyes are closed, her breath catching. “Oh… yes.”

  She shatters and my mind spins. Her hips buck wild beneath me and I pin her down. My breath catches and my hips slam forward and lock. I let off a long, throaty howl.

  My abs clench and burn as streams of cum fill my mate. The scent of my juices mix with theirs and all is right in my world. It didn’t sit right with me—that only the two of them were blended when three of us were here.

  Now, we’re complete.

  My arms are rubber and quiver as I lay my cheek on Calli’s heaving chest and press back into Jaxx’s thrusts.

  “Mark me Jaxx. Claim what’s yours.”

  I can barely stay upright as Jaxx’s orgasm breaks free. His hips pitch forward in a final, solid thrust. “You are mine.”

  I smile at his loss of control. Yeah.

  And they are mine, too.

  Hawk

  I’ve lost track of how many times Brant has come for me. His giddy-schoolboy mindset dissolved around the third orgasm and that was almost two hours ago when I moved him from the cross to tie him on the bed. Things I’ve learned about our bear. He enjoys the sting of a leather flogger on his ass… hot wax anywhere near his sac has him shooting streams of ropey cream… and I fucking love the taste of him.

  I don’t know what the chemical synergy of his cock in my mouth is, but it’s like the succulence of the rarest vintage for me. I get off when it coats my tongue and warms the icy pit of my belly.

  Oh, and one other thing I learned. When I push him for hours, his bear ascends and he gets really fucking rough.

  “Again,” I command.

  His bear growls and it’s not the playful rumble we’re used to hearing. This is his wildling side pacing near the surface. He wants sex—actual intercourse—and I’ve deprived him. Partly to test his limits and partly to build the suspense.

  My hand is wrapped around his cock and I’m jacking him off for the umpteenth time. His responsiveness is amazing and his beta instincts are well conditioned to my command by now. “Come for me this last time and then I’ll release you.”

  “I won’t be in control,” he breathes, sweat dripping down his face. “My bear will come at you hard.”

  “I’m ready.” More than ready.

  With Jaxx, I let him take the lead. As a dom, he’s fun and getting edgier. But with Brant, I’m not a sub. I’m his dom.

  He’s definitely going to come at me hard. His eyes are gold with his bear and his pulse is racing.

  “Safeword?”

  “Hydrogen.”

  “Ready?” He nods and I bend over his cream-slick cock. “One more taste and then we fuck.”

  When my mouth slides over his swollen tip and down his steel shaft, his hips convulse and I start to swallow. Brant’s essence tastes like raw power. It hits my tongue and I groan and suck and swallow.

  As much as I’d like to suck him dry, I don’t.

  I leave him drenched in cream and grab the bottle of lube. Cum is great in a pinch but for this, we both need the right supplies for the job. I lube him up, cock and ass, and then tend to myself. To start us off, I straddle his hips and impale myself on his cock.

  Brant lets off a breathy curse as I grip his broad muscled chest. Rising up and slamming back down, I work in the
moisture of lubrication. When that’s done, I dismount and shift down the bed a bit to kneel between his thighs.

  “Knees up.”

  “Fuck that. I want my cock back inside you.”

  “We’ll see how well you listen. Knees up.”

  He lifts his knees and I push his thighs open wider. With all the play and lube, my cock pushes inside him with smooth and sexy efficiency. I close my eyes and feel that glorious rush of penetration, thrust, and glide.

  It’s a shame to stop but I’ve pushed him far enough. We’re both primed for whatever happens. With that in mind, I remove his mask, the buckles on his ankle restraints, and then the buckle holding his wrists tied together over his head.

  The moment he’s free, he lifts me off the bed and flips me onto my belly. I elbow him off and fight to top him. The challenge is well received and for the next few minutes, we’re a frantic scramble of fighting wills and the sheer carnal strength of an alpha wanting to be dom and a stubborn, horny bear wanting his way.

  It’s perfect. I get a fist to the face and my head snaps to the side. The world spins in a blur and I’m face down in the sheets. He impales me hard and fast and I grunt at the penetration. “I’ll give you five minutes and then it’s game on again and we battle for position.”

  I check the digital clock on the wall and press my head into the silk. Jaxx was so right about the beauty of sex with men. I would never let a female flip me on my knees and fuck me, but with Brant, a beta, and my mate, he understands I’m allowing him to fill me.

  In essence, I’m topping him from the bottom.

  “Fuck your ass is tight,” Brant grunts, his breath coming in short bursts. “You feel so good.”

  “Three minutes, Bear. Then I fuck you.”

  He barks a laugh. “After hours of torture, my bear is fucking you non-stop for a week.”

  “You loved every minute,” I say, getting face-planted into the mattress by the sheer force of Brant’s bear.

  “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

  I close my eyes and live in the moment. Yes, my business life is under attack, but right now, things are good. I watch the number on the clock. When it flips, I elbow Brant in the side of the head, roll free, and mount Brant from behind.