She bobbed faster and with more enthusiasm over Gib, as if my pleasure transferred directly to her.
He wound her hair up around his fist, using it to guide her head over his thick length. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good to me, too.” His voice was pure gravel.
Shelby’s pussy dripped with her pleasure. I bumped up my pace, letting my loins slap into her perfect ass. Every inhale brought more of her intoxicating scent. Every thrust drove me closer to the edge. I wanted to fuck her all night long, but my balls were already drawn up tight, blue from the need to release. I’d been waiting to get in her since I first caught her scent months ago.
Shelby took hold of the base of Gib’s cock with both hands, twisting them opposite each other as she continued to suck hard, her cheeks hollowed out while he controlled her head, pushing her up and down over his cock.
“Fuck!” he shouted. “Don’t claim her,” he reminded me just before I lost control, jackhammering our sweet mate with a fast, hard pounding. “I’m coming,” he warned Shelby, but she didn’t pop off.
I watched as he came, his alpha pleasure suffusing all of us with delirium.
I meant to wait for Shelby to swallow and finish him off, but I couldn’t. A shudder ran through me as lightning struck the base of my spine. My thighs tightened even more, and then I roared, burying myself deep inside her and coming like my life depended on it.
This was the most intense, most incredible orgasm I’d ever had. My need to claim was so strong, it was almost impossible to resist.
“Don’t.” Gib’s command made me turn my head away, rear my torso back to keep my descended canines from sinking into the soft flesh of her shoulder.
Not marking her was harder than I’d imagined, but I got it under control, breathed until my vision returned, the entire time still moving inside her because she was coming now, too, her muscles squeezing and pulsing around my cock. Milking the last cum from my balls.
“Thank you, beautiful,” Gib rumbled, stroking her hair when she popped off.
She looked over her shoulder at me, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, her hair a wild tangle from his fingers. “Thank you for your restraint.”
Her voice was pure sweetness, and it entered my ears like a second intoxicant. The first being her scent.
I dragged in another breath and eased out of her. I was still hard. I doubted I’d go down anytime soon. Once wasn’t enough. No fucking way. It was a taste, an idea of how it could be between the three of us. “That was incredible.”
Gib slid down in the futon and lifted her up and onto his lap. She went willingly, her thick mane of dark blonde hair falling in silky strands across his chest.
I felt no jealousy over him holding her. Mating pairs from our lineage never did, or so I’d been promised. It was strange in a species so territorial and possessive of females that nature and fate combined to make this rare twist. Fate’s joke, perhaps.
I took the time while he held her, to watch her settle, to take off her shoes and knee highs, then I went to the kitchen to ditch the condom and get a large glass of water for our mate. When I came back, I sat beside them. “I need to know at least five hundred things about you, kitten, before we fall asleep.”
6
SHELBY
“Who said anything about sleep?” I lifted my head and grinned at Ben, who handed me a glass of water.
His eyes crinkled.
I’d had sex before with a few shifters after full moon runs or during mating games, just to let off steam. It felt good and wasn’t weird because we knew the score. Unlike humans who bonded to partners emotionally instead of through their pheromones, friends with benefits worked flawlessly with shifters.
But nothing—nothing—compared to what I’d just experienced. It wasn’t just the dual male action, and that was something I’d never even considered before. It was definitely because they were my mates. I swore, it was like my body sang the entire time they touched me. Vibrated at a different frequency. Exploded into smithereens and then came back in a totally new form during orgasm. It was insane. Intense. Powerful. Yet… simple.
Shifters were used to being naked. Used to others seeing them that way. After shifting back after a run, everyone was bare. That was why it wasn’t hard for me to strip. I was used to taking my clothes off in front of others.
Being bare physically was one thing, but I had a feeling these two would see things I wasn’t ready to show. Or feel. Or share.
The fact that they’d run with my little schoolgirl outfit and spanked me had me feeling raw and tender. I liked it way too much. The fact that they kept calling me a good girl made me loose-jointed and swoony. Utterly submissive.