by Rae Foxx
Everywhere his hands moved fire followed, the twirling need in my belly swelling through every part of my body, opening me up for him. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, sighing as one hand moved to my ass, holding me up while his other hand held me against him.
And then he froze. His body stiffened, his hands hard against my body as his haggard breathing puffed against my neck, the kiss broken as he held me against him.
"We can't do this." He was clearly trying to convince himself of that, although I had no idea why.
"We can." I countered. He groaned, the two words seeming to invigorate his desire. "If you want to anyway..." I trailed off.
"I do," he groaned again, planting a kiss against the hollow of my neck as he breathed me in. "I want this more than anything. But your mates..."
"Are happy you are joining us." My hands slid to his shoulders, my back straightening as I leaned back to look at him. His hands still cupped my ass as he held me up, my legs tightening around him a bit. "Claim me. Make me yours. Either that or I am going to claim you."
That same feral growl from his cat erupted from his throat, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass as he held me against him, turning before slowly lowering me down to the slick porcelain of the sink. He pulled back, his eyes dark as they looked into me, that feral hunger having taken over now.
I only got a glimpse of his animalistic desire before he leaned forward, his lips capturing mine as his hands slid down my arms to my waist, and then under my shirt. He lifted the fabric overhead, exposing me to him. I had shifted too much lately which meant my bra was toast, and he groaned at the sight of my breasts, his fingers running over the curve of them before he leaned down, capturing one in his mouth and the other between his fingers.
He nipped at the tender flesh and I yelped, although he didn't stop. He bit and sucked and pinched until all that pain turned into pleasure and I arched my back giving him greater access to my breasts, and inadvertently to the fly of my jeans that he instantly moved to undo. Moaning at the pain and pleasure that were emanating from my chest I reached forward, making as quick work of his fly and zipper as he had mine.
Although I reached my prize first.
His fingers had only just found the red bow that crowned my pussy when I slid my hand under his pants. My palm slid against his skin as I moved lower, grabbing the cock that was already so hard it was close to bursting. His erection was wide, the head nearly filling my palm as I grabbed it, sliding my hand down the shaft that was just as wide. He wasn't long, but I didn't care, my wet need was growing into a flood at the feel of him. The curve of him. The veins of him.
I wanted him to fuck me, and I needed him to now.
"God," I whispered as he gasped, his mouth leaving my nipple as he moaned and looked down to where my palm cradled him, his hips pumping into my hand.
"You're touch, Scarlet, that touch. I’ve been dreaming of it. God, you're going to make me cum." He thrust into my hands a few more times before he stilled, shedding his pants as though they were air and removing mine just as easily, leaving both of us exposed.
God, he was beautiful, everything about him made me want to open wide and take him. Lick him. Fuck him. Drink him. The creamy darkness of his skin was like an erotic dance for my soul. The long lines of muscle, the pink lips that he licked with eager attention as he spread my legs and revealed the opening of my sex.
"Fuck," he hissed, biting his lower lip and I could have sworn his cock bounced as though it was trying to find its way home.
"Yes, please," I begged, letting my knees fall open to give him greater access. Unfortunately, the sink was too low and although he tried, it wasn't going to work.
With a feral growl, he gripped me from behind, lifting me from the sink and pulling me to him. His eyes were dark as the head of his cock shifted right to my opening, his dick licking at the wet that was begging for him. Turning, he pressed my back against a cold door that smelled like wet paint. A janitor's closet perhaps, my hand gripping the knob for leverage as he held me up. His hands were holding my knees and ass to keep me there, to keep me at the perfect level for the wide staff that was finally pressing into me. That was spreading me.
God! He was so big. I didn't even care that he wasn't hung to his knees. He fit me perfectly, spreading and filling me as all of that heat and pleasure shook my bones and tightened my body. My pussy gripped him so tightly that he moaned as he pushed himself in and slowly slid back out. With each motion the lips of my pussy gripped him, sliding against the wet staff like a beautiful dance that I couldn't look away from.
He was inside of me. My mate was fucking me. We were one, and it was beautiful.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum!" he moaned as he pumped in and out of me, cradling my ass so as not to slam me against the door. I screamed as he went faster, as he fucked me in and out and then shoved himself in, spilling his cum inside of me. He reached around to the front, thumb circling over my clit as his cock continued to twitch inside of me. His finger moved faster, and soon it was me that was screaming, the sound loud and echoing.
I didn't care who fucking heard. This was amazing, and I wanted more. I wanted all of it.
With one more thrust and a jerk of orgasm he sighed, sliding down the floor and taking me with him. My naked body was plastered against him as we leaned against the janitor's door, all of that need and want threatening to pool again just from the proximity.
"Now do you believe me?" I gasped, struggling to find my breath as I continued to come down from my orgasm.
"I don't think I ever doubted you, I just couldn't believe I would be lucky enough to have you."
"And now you do." I leaned into him, nestling against his chest and hearing his furious heartbeat. His arms were warm as they wrapped around me, holding me close for just a moment.
"Now I do," he whispered, pushing the sweaty strands of my hair out of the way as he kissed me.
24
I didn't think I had ever seen a man so content. He was practically beaming as he fixed his belt and strutted from the bathroom.
I could tell at once I had been too loud. Again. Clearly, this was something that I needed to work on. Or not if it would always get me a smattering of applause from people.
I guessed sex was a lot more excepted here than I assumed. Well, unless you happened to be a bunny shifter named Eddie. He was so hopping mad he was red and shaking.
Get it? Hopping mad? The twins might be rubbing off on me.
“So, um, yeah, I’ve got to get back to the station," Phoquin announced as we reached the table and the juices that were all but forgotten. The twins gave us wide smiles and a few slow claps before sinking back down to their seats and sipping on the juice that must taste better without the algae. "You two gonna make sure…” Phoquin stalled, looking at me with complete adoration in his eyes. “Our mate gets home safe?”
Mate had never been my favorite word. It had always sounded so harsh and informal, but somehow when he said it like that it made me all warm and fuzzy inside.
“Yup. We got this Chief Fuckin’.” Owen beamed, sipping on his juice again in what I’m sure he thought was a seductive way.
I rolled my eyes at him. Travis, however, blushed furiously, shuffling his feet.
"Well, then, thank you," Travis murmured, staring at Owen as he continued to suck on the straw in an X-rated fashion.
This time it was Evan who smacked him upside the head, "No need to thank us, mate, after what we just heard in there. Dude…”
"Teach us your ways," Owen left his straw to plead with Travis, who was quickly turning into one solid block of red embarrassment.
The twins fist-bumped Travis one by one and I thought I might die right there. They were congratulating him on fucking me.
"He doesn't need to teach you anything. That in there was all me," I said, leaning over the table towards them, well aware that my low-cut shirt was revealing a bit too much. Their eyes went right there, and my body temperature rose about f
orty degrees.
"Master..." The two murmured as one, bowing their heads in a way that I wasn't one-hundred percent sure was in farce.
Oh, I would have to take advantage of that.
“Let’s go, boys. Um, I’ll see you later, Travis?” I said, girly as fuck, hormones still running high after our mating.
God, that word was growing on me, just like the doe-eyed male on my left, his warm hand already snaking over me as he pulled me closer.
“You will. Try to stay out of trouble, will ya?” He kissed the side of my neck and then left, glancing at me twice through the glass windows while he walked toward his truck, his blush still in full force.
"Hot damn, who would have expected this?" Evan mused, sitting back to finish off his drink.
I said nothing, I just swiped my now-melted smoothie off the table and downed it all in three gulps, trying like hell to ignore the bitter taste of whatever the hell the rabbit had put in there. It was far from the most delicious thing I had put in my mouth, but I needed to quench my thirst.
Owen looked at me, waggling his eyebrows as he watched me suck down on the straw, the bastard licking his lips.
"You like that? I have something else—"
"Pause," I said, somewhat breathlessly as I came up for air. "Later. You don't want me dragging you back in there. I’m pretty sure that Eddie would have a conniption."
"Damn," Evan said, standing so fast he knocked the chair over. "More bathroom sex."
"Not here," I ground out through the straw I had gone back to sucking on.
"Fine by me," Evan said, righting his chair and plopping back into it with the grind of metal feet against the tile floor. "I am sure there are dozens more bathrooms in this town that we can find and christen the fuck out of.”
"Christen by fucking them." Owen added on. Evan leaned back on his chair as he chuckled.
"In them, Owen. I don't want to fuck a bathroom. I want to fuck my kitten." He popped over the table and plopped a kiss on my cheek.
Great. I’d given them ideas, ideas that were making me all warm and snuggly inside.
"Call me old fashioned, but I think I would rather be pleasured in a bed. Soft, warm. Far less tile." I had said it matter of factly, but admitting it was clearly sending them into a buzz and they leaned closer. Both of them swarmed my space with pheromones and goo-goo eyes that were making me tingle.
"Lucky for you we can make that a reality." Owen's low hum ran over my skin as though it was physical touch and I shivered, the small action spreading both of their smiles wider.
They were up and pulling me from the shop with the grinding of chairs and fluttering of feet. Eddie jumped and hid behind the counter, only reemerging at the sound of the bell. Maybe sex made him scared, the fucker sure was jumpy around us.
The Vagile Ajna was just ahead, all of us racing across the empty street to dart inside. My hand was on the cold handle when Evan pulled me back, taking my hand in his.
“Scarlet," he began, Owen already nodding as though he knew what his twin was going to say. "I want you to know that we are happy for you, Kitten. We mess around a lot, but this makes us happy. Your happy makes us happy.”
He kissed me quickly, Owen pressing his lips against my other cheek before he opened the door and we walked through. “Um, I’m turning that shit into a t-shirt. 'Your happy makes us happy'. It needs a swirly glitter font and everything. Damn.”
He mocked Evan who slapped him on the back of the head. I don't think I had hit people upside the heads as much as I did with the twins. I guess I was picking up more from them than just bad puns.
Hopping mad. Really? I could do better than that.
"Welcome back my little loves," Poetry sang as she flitted through the store, dusting shelves with a multicolored feather thing that looked like a parrot had exploded.
Well, she seemed back to normal after her Taylor Lautner moment. Although she did glance at the carefully concealed shrine before shooting me a look. Okay, guess I wasn't bringing that up again.
"I have fresh—" the door behind us swung shut, chimes clattering as the wind pushed them around and my aunt stopped short, her eyes widening in a gasp. “Oh, my. The winds have spoken and a claim has been made. The goddess has taken another. I knew it would be and so it shall pass.”
Every day this woman sounded more like Gandalf. I was surprised not to see her clothes slowly become all white.
"I'm sorry?" I asked, trying to keep my laugh restrained, unlike the twins who were giggling on either side of me.
“Give me all the details,” she said, taking my hands.
"The details about what?" My stomach tightened. Oh god, she knew. How could she know?
She didn't answer me, she just waved her hands around me like I was surrounded by soft cotton, her eyes glossing over as she inhaled and exhaled. I tried to step away but she grabbed my arms and pulled me back.
“Oh, another feline," she gasped, her eyes snapping back to reality. "The police chief. A perfect choice, Scarlet. He has a nice ass too.”
I sucked in a breath. Yes, she totally knew, and she even knew who. Which should be infuriating, if she wasn't so right. Travis did have a nice ass. I had clutched it enough in the last 20 minutes to know just how firm it was, too.
“You have walked under the arch, my dear."
"The arch?" I asked. And we were back to not making any sense.
"The flowers are fully blooming and your petals are ripe. Go now, behind the beaded curtain and all will be revealed.”
Eew, petals. I should be grossed out by that, except she had turned around, her hand opening toward that beaded curtain at the back of the store that had been off-limits until now. Until I got fucked by the police chief in the juice shack bathroom. Truth be told, I was a little scared to go in after the Taylor Lautner thing and her ripe petal talk. There was no telling what lay ahead.
"Oh my god. Oh my god."
"Ten bucks she's a dominatrix." One of the twins murmured.
My twins were chattering behind me, their feet shuffling as they shoved me toward the back room and the curtain that Poetry was now holding open. They needed to calm the fuck down. This wasn't the great and powerful Oz, the only thing that was going to be on the other side of that curtain was—
Dildos.
An entire wall of fucking dildos in every color of the rainbow and even some glittery ones. Every tone of flesh. And that was just the ones on the eye-level shelves. I had a feeling the shelves increased by, um, advanced user knowledge. I read the words strap-on, and anal, and sex swing and felt the edges of my vision get a little blurry.
The three of us gasped and then the twins did the operatic thing like in the movies when the heavens are opened.
I stumbled backward at the sheer volume of what was happening.
Poetry owned a fucking sex store. Scratch that, sex and drug store.
The twins had been right: she had her own pot dispensary back here. One wall was full of clear bins showcasing a dozen different types of green plants. That wasn't as shocking seeing as I had expected it. The opposite wall, however...
This was not just lingerie and porn, this was toys, and bindings, and leather, and whips, and there in the back were four mannequins clad in black leather. I didn't need Owen's excited hiss in my ear to know what those were.
"God, I was right! You owe me ten bucks!"
No wonder she always seemed to be busy given the mystical bullshit of the front of the store.
“I…” I tried to form words, but nothing came.
“I am so glad to share this with you," Poetry said, flitting past us and embracing the leather-clad mannequin in the middle. It was apparently her favorite. "You have taken one of the steps toward embracing the fullness of your inner goddess and now you can open yourself further.”
“Welcome to Cummings Cove,” I mumbled, and the twins high-fived me. Or they tried to, I was still trying to pick my jaw up off the floor.
“Dude, I’m spending all my t
ime at the Cumming Cove.” Owen picked up a silver sparkly dildo and started orchestrating some kind of perverted symphony.
“I already have a Cumming Cove,” Evan wagged his eyebrows at me and then joined his brother where they found, of all things, two light-up, freakishly long dildos. Evan had the blue one and Owen had the red one.
Poetry giggled and hugged my shoulders. “Isn’t this fun?”
Dear God, I’m going to die of embarrassment. Just keel over right there.
“You have chosen the dark side, brother, and now, I will end you with my light-dick.” Owen made a saber noise and whirled around, wielding the dildo at his groin like a lightsword. A phallic lightsword.
"Embrace the darkness within you young one," Evan joined in, ducking and jumping. Owen pressed a button at the base of his red dildo, pressed it to his pelvis, and made a battle sound as he jutted and swung his rubber cock at his brother.
“I will not. The light is still alive in me. I am a well-trained Jedi, forged in the forest of…” They went on, getting all the universes and people wrong.
Evan responded with a gasp. “Not for long. You will join me.”
I was pretty sure they had gotten their colors and characters mixed up and I promised myself we would have a movie marathon to amend that. Which was ridiculous because my mates were having a light dick fight in the middle of a sex store and I was more worried about canon.
I knew for a fact there would be more light dildo action later, involving me. If Poetry was amenable to us using her… wares.
Shit, I didn’t want to do my hair up like Princess Leia.
Poetry giggled under her breath. The old biddy was enjoying this more than she should.
“Give me those!” I reached for the dildos to put them away but they hopped and escaped my grasp, fighting their way around the store.
Jumping over a red velvet cushion in the middle of the room, I grabbed the rubber swords, holding one in each hand, the twins laughing at me while I struggled to turn the fuckers off.
God, make the lightsaber dildos go away.