by Scott, Helen
One of the tats on his arm began to glow and he made a motion with his hands. Suddenly, the water shimmered, and there was a popping sound like someone had burst a balloon. Gid grinned at me and then down at Marcella’s wolf.
“There, now you can drink and skinny dip to your heart’s content.”
“How’d you find us?” I inquired, strolling into the lake now it was safe—shit, it felt like a bath. It was so warm. I sank back, letting the heat sink into my bones.
“Water is noisy; I figured you’d be drawn to it and didn’t want you to feel sick like you would be if you drank from it. Besides, if you’d bothered to tell anyone where you were going, or that you were leaving at all, then I would have warned you to begin with.” There was a scolding in there somewhere, but I didn’t care enough to say anything about it. My wolf had run with Marcella’s, and he was happier than a clam now.
As though my thoughts called to her, Marcella shifted back into her human form. “I’ve never been swimming in a lake before,” she said, as a grin tugged at one corner of her lips.
My eyes skated over her body, and since I was also naked, there was no hiding the fact that I was turned on just by the sight of her. Unlike Cade, who didn’t like to share or see random shlongs, Gid was more open-minded. A fact that I appreciated in this moment as my cock decided it was definitely time to play.
I glanced over at my brother and saw his eyes riveted on our mate, who was sashaying toward the shoreline. Her long hair was almost touching her butt, and when she coyly looked over her shoulder at Gid, then darted a mischievous glance my way, I wanted to run toward her and take her right then and there. Gid was clearly having the same thoughts as his pants no longer fit correctly due to the tent in front.
“Well, are Barc and I swimming alone, Gid?” Marcella half-taunted.
Her strong, lithe body stepped into the water, and her moan had my dick twitching as she connected with it.
Marcella was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and she was ours.
It was time to remind her of that.
* * *
Marcella
I was doing my best to flirt, and when I turned around, I couldn’t deny that it was working, at least judging from the erection Barclay was sporting. When, every inch the predator, he started stalking toward me, water be damned, I couldn’t help the shiver of anticipation that rolled over me. When I saw Gid stripping out of the corner of my eye, a grin broke out that a part of me wanted to hide, but I didn’t. I wanted them to know exactly how happy they made me, and I never wanted to hide that from them without a damn good reason.
These men were like works of art. If they had been alive at the same time as Michelangelo, I’d say he was inspired by them. Barclay’s muscles weren’t adorned with images and runes the way Gideon’s were, but they were each so well defined that it made my mouth water. On the other hand, Gid’s tats only seemed to enhance his form, curling all over his skin, even down to his groin—which had to have hurt like crazy when he got it done—surrounding his cock and displaying it like the showstopper it was.
With them both moving toward me, I spread my arms out and flopped back into the water, the cool silk of it washing over me and cocooning me in its depths. My breath held as I sank, letting my toes and fingertips touch the bottom before pushing myself back up. When I resurfaced, I found Gid and Barclay waist deep in the water. I grinned at them as they came up to me, warming me on each side.
“How did you know it was safe to do that? You could have smashed your head on a rock or something,” Barclay scolded.
“I’m a pursang, a little fish or a small spell isn’t going to kill me,” I reminded him, as I ran my hands down Barclay’s chest, my fingers rising and falling with the swell of his muscles. I bit the edge of my bottom lip and watched as his eyes zeroed in on the motion. After I let it pop from between my teeth, I asked, “Forgive me?”
“We forgive you, sweetness,” Gid crooned in my ear. He wrapped his hands around my waist and spun me, so I was facing him. “We won’t stop you from making it up to us though.”
“Oh? What did you have in mind?” I inquired, playing coy.
“Well, we’re already halfway there for what I was thinking,” Gid told me, before his eyes darted over to Barclay.
I could see the question in his gaze from my position between them, and when I felt my hair jostle slightly, I knew that my shifter had agreed to whatever Gid was asking. I had only ever shared Keir and Raven before, but this new development certainly had me excited.
Before they could debate about who got the party started, I reached up and pulled Gid’s head toward me, letting my lips connect with his briefly. When he responded, the kiss seemed to ignite and flame between us, going from zero to sixty in two seconds. My body was already responding and readying itself for the two of them. I wasn’t sure what had me turned up to eleven, but I felt like I was on fire for them. Maybe it was the way we were all so connected to nature? Or maybe it was the way we could be caught at any moment by the others? Either way, it didn’t matter.
My hands were rubbing up and down Gid’s arms while my ass was firmly pressed against Barclay’s thighs. If I was a little taller, it would have been his groin, but the height difference made that impossible to do by myself. I felt one of my druid’s tattoos warm under my hand briefly, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask what he was doing since Barclay chose that moment to clasp his hands around my breasts while he rained kisses on my neck.
I turned my head, baring more of my skin to him, and he took the invitation willingly. His hands kneaded my breasts, and his fingers deftly found and tweaked my nipples until moans were pouring from my mouth. I gasped when Gid’s hands found my ass, pulling me as close to him as he could, which meant that he was also extremely close to Barc, and that just turned me on all the more.
Barclay nipped at my neck while I tried to reach back and stroke his cock, but I couldn’t seem to concentrate enough to actually accomplish my task. A second later, Gideon was lifting me up, his hands cupping my ass and spreading my cheeks as I wrapped my legs around his waist, nestling his cock against my core where I wanted him most. I felt Barclay’s cock rub between my cheeks for a moment, and another shiver of anticipation went through me.
Without speaking a word, the guys maneuvered me out of the water and laid me down on something softer and higher than I had expected. When I opened my eyes, I found that Gid had grown a bed of grass and flowers. It was springy under me, and I felt cushioned against the ground.
Barclay was in front of me, then his lips crashed against my own as he devoured me. His tongue clashed with mine as we both took turns dominating the other. With one, swift movement, I went from being on the bottom to being on top, and his large cock rubbed against my slick folds as he found my breasts once more.
“I need you,” I whispered against his lips between kisses.
“As my lady commands,” he replied with a charming twist of his lips.
With a single, fluid movement, he lifted my hips and set me down, so the blunt head of his cock was pushing against my entrance. I moved over him, rubbing him along my slit until my wetness coated him, and allowed him to slide into me inch by inch. As I worked myself down on his cock, I relished the delicious feeling of him stretching me and filling me, in a way only he could. When I pulled back and sat down on his cock once more, I gasped as he filled me completely, and my hips came to rest on his.
“Your mouth looks lonely, sweetness. Why don’t you open it for me?” Gid’s sinuous words were in my ear. When he talked to me with that low voice filled with love and lust, I would probably do just about anything he wanted, and kissing him or sucking his cock? Well, hell, those things would never be a chore.
I sat up taller on Barclay’s dick, moaning as he slipped in another inch that had my brow furrowing with delight and my eyes fluttering shut as I processed just how full I felt. Then, with my hands braced on his chest as I began to ride him, and when I opened my eyes once more, G
id was right there, thick cock in hand. I opened my mouth and looked up at him, sticking my tongue out ever so slightly, so it covered my bottom teeth.
“Now, if that isn’t a perfect fucking sight, then I don’t know what is,” Gid said, his voice practically a growl as he slipped the head of his cock into my mouth.
His skin was cool from the water, but he’d already dried off, and as I took him in my mouth, I could still taste the underlying saltiness of his skin. I took him as deep as I could, deep enough to make my eyes water, and that was when Barclay took over the movements. His hands lifted my ass ever so slowly as he began to thrust into me from below. I moaned around Gid’s cock, which only made his eyes roll back in his head.
“That’s it, baby girl, take everything you can,” Gid encouraged, as his hand found the back of my head, gently guiding me to take more of him.
I looked up at him again and found his eyes heavy with lust as he helped work himself deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat. When he pulled back, I gasped in air, but he was filling my mouth again before I could do anything else. He worked me like that while Barclay thrust from below, the shifter’s fingers finding my clit and playing with it until my whole body was trembling and my jaw was aching. After a moment’s hesitation, I tapped on Gid’s thigh, and he backed off. Instead of completely withdrawing as I expected, his hand cupped my chin and he raised my face to his before kissing me senseless. He tasted like chocolate and red wine, the same as his blood, but without the metallic tang.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass?” he asked, the next time he pulled back.
“Yes, please,” I moaned, while Barclay unrelentingly played with my clit, pushing me closer and closer to my peak.
As soon as the words left my mouth, Gid was gone from my sight, but I felt him behind me. His cock pushed between my butt cheeks, teasing my rear entrance, and I tried to lean forward to give him better access, but Barclay just growled, and suddenly I was stuck between them. Gid’s cock retreated, and I felt his fingers there instead, spreading moisture all around my tight hole before slipping inside and readying me for what was to come.
Between that and Barclay playing with my clit, I was launched like a rocket into my orgasm. My whole body spasmed around Barclay’s cock, and he growled with approval as his thrusts only increased in ferocity, drawing out my pleasure as I shouted it to the woods.
Gid didn’t waste the opportunity and thrust into me, slowly working himself deeper into my ass, while Barclay kept fucking me as though nothing else was happening as though they weren’t blowing my mind together.
By the time my orgasm faded and the small aftershocks were all that was left, they were both fully seated inside me and I was frozen in pleasure as I felt them move against each other within me, with only the thin wall of muscle separating them.
I groaned when they increased their speed, moving in and out of me as though they were competing with one another. I didn’t, couldn’t, make a sound as pleasure overwhelmed me, not only from their cocks, but from their touch as well.
“Bite me when you come,” I breathed the words, unsure if either of them heard, or if I’d even actually said them aloud. I wasn’t sure why I needed that, only that I did. I wanted them filling me every way possible.
As their thrusts started to become more frantic and erratic, I knew they were getting close. A moment later, Barclay was grabbing my hand that was resting on his chest and sinking his fangs into my wrist, while Gideon pulled my head to the side and did the same on my neck. They each groaned and growled with their orgasms, whispering my name like a prayer and sending more emotions running through me than I could name, but at the heart of it all was their love for me.
The emotions, the sensations of their cocks pulsing into me as they came, along with their fangs being buried in my skin and the pull of them drinking from me, sent me crashing over into another orgasm that I hadn’t expected or had any build up to. It rocked through me like an earthquake, and I swear I felt the ground move, whether that was real or just in my head I wasn’t sure, nor did I care.
Gid’s wrist was in front of me in an instant, and I was biting down before I even fully realized it was there. If he hadn’t provided it, I probably would have bitten down on, and through, my own lip. The same chocolate and red wine taste rushed into my mouth as my body jerked between the two of them, but this time it had that metallic kick that drew my pursang forth, giving us both what we needed, and that was all I cared about.
A second later and Gid’s wrist pulled away, and was replaced with Barclay’s. He tasted completely different, cool and clear like the wind winding through pine trees.
When we had all drank our fill, we collapsed onto the bed of wildflowers and grass that Gid had grown for us. I was surprised that it could support all of us, but that was the last thought in my head before the satisfaction of a full belly and two orgasms pulled me into slumber.
5
Cade
“What’s the game plan?” I directed the question at Darius because he was the one with the contacts, and he, for all intents and purposes, knew the Cavalry. Knew about the shit storm, or at least some of it, that was brewing with the Sires.
For the first time in my relatively short, but still long in comparison to a human, life, I felt young.
Young as fuck.
And I didn’t appreciate the unnecessary vulnerability.
Darius stared at the woods where Barclay, Gideon, and Marcella had gone playing. I was surprised at the lack of jealousy stirring on his face. If anything, I could only sense a little fear—for Marcella’s safety, and after the cluster fuck this morning, we were all on fucking edge—but mostly, I saw a contentment that made me uneasy.
I’d always hated the motherfucker, even while I’d respected him. Knowing what he was capable of, knowing what he’d done in his long life, the shit he’d pulled, the wars he’d started and ended, it was impossible not to respect a man like him. But seeing him smile like that? It brought home how close we were going to become—yet another change in my life I didn’t particularly appreciate.
I mean, I knew the dude would be hanging around. Sweet fuck, I wasn’t an idiot. But that smile? It made shit real.
Darius was truly a brother, and I couldn’t deny my woman the power of this male. The clout he had to wield. The strength she could rely on. It meant we were all safe, so I had to give the bastard kudos for that alone. Knowing he loved her? Well, it fucked me over more than anything else he could give her.
Marcella needed our love more than she needed our strength or power, and that was saying something.
Gritting my teeth, I rubbed my tongue against my fangs to gather some semblance of calm. It worked as it always did. I hated being reminded I was a bloodsucker. Even if I didn’t mind being around them or tied to them, I hated being one.
In my head, being called Stained by a pursang was one of the worst insults. Bloodsucker surpassed it. It was like the difference between cunt and fuck. Most people could stand fuck but cunt? Nope. Well, to me, that was the equivalent of ‘bloodsucker.’ Had been ever since my human aunt had gotten her kicks from screaming it at me.
Walkers weren’t like shifters or druids. We were born from a pursang fucking a human. That human had traits that were dormant, but when they produced a child, a walker was born. Most human parents didn’t know they’d created a half Vampire hybrid. Mostly because the pursang would take the kid and dump it somewhere. Either killing it or taking it to one of the orphanages. Usually, that was only the girls though. Boys went to Eastbrook to be trained to fight for the council’s cause.
Unfortunately for me, my father hadn’t given two shits about my mother, so he didn’t stick around to see if his seed had stuck.
My mouth tightened as I recalled a particularly unpleasant trip to an exorcist when my mother had caught me snacking on the family dog.
I never remembered shit like this. Never. I’d shoved that shit to the back of my brain a long time ago, and when my mothe
r and aunt had both died in a twenty-car pile-up that I wished I’d been there to witness, it had been even easier to forget. Those cunts hadn’t deserved such a pleasant end, and when I’d learned the truth of their demise, the brothers and I had treated the Las Vegas Strip as our own personal playground for a week. Fuck the rules.
Reaching up, I rubbed at my temple where an ache had begun to gather from even that short trip down memory lane, then seeing Darius’s attention was now on me, I pursed my lips. “Game plan?”
“What’s wrong?”
I shook my head. “Weird thoughts.” We weren’t buddies. Fuck, I didn’t share this shit with my brothers, so I wasn’t about to divulge it all to Darius.
“What about? Marcella?”
Though I released a sigh, I sank back in the chair I was seated in.
This place that we were loaning from Gid’s druid bud was pretty comfortable. We were in the middle of the forest, which would be great for Barc and Gid, and I knew Marcella would benefit from it too. Hell, we all might. It was small, well-tended, and though not as luxurious as Darius’s home back in Las Vegas, it felt strangely enough like home.
Considering I’d never had a home, that made no sense.
I liked the veranda, and because it was owned by a druid, there was none of that netting around it to fend off the bloodsuckers. Mosquitos didn’t bother us anyway, but it was nice not to have that shit spoil the view of the forest my mate had launched herself into as a she-wolf.
“No. Not about Marcella. Not really.” Running a hand through my hair revealed more of my agitation than I’d have liked, but what could I do? I was agitated. “Look, what’s our next move? Cut the BS.”
Darius tilted his head back against the headrest of the outdoor lounger he was laying on. He was quiet for a few moments. “I don’t know.”
