Not Quite Beast

by Kaye Draper

  Fin shook his head. "Keep that up and you're going to be unconscious soon."

  I grinned, showing my canines. "That's the plan."

  He stepped closer, reaching out to brush my hair behind my ear. "Okay, so what's the cost for another sip of that amazing tonic of yours?"

  I tilted my head and closed my eyes, waiting. Fin huffed a laugh, but obligingly stepped in and kissed me, taking his time to show me how worried he'd been as well. I lifted my free hand to wrap around his waist, sighing against his lips.

  Then he pulled back, taking my damned booze with him like an expert pickpocket. "You fucker," I muttered.

  He stepped back, winked, and chugged some of the booze. "You know leprechauns," he wheezed around the burn of the alcohol. "Tricky little thieving bastards."

  Emerson laughed, soft and deep, and I turned to glare at him. "Oh, funny is it?"

  He smiled, his warm, red-brown eyes full of affection. "You two are so fun to watch."

  I crossed my arms and pouted while Fin handed Emerson my jug. He waited until the giant was mid-drink to reply. "So, you like to watch, huh Emerson?"

  I've never seen a green-skinned person turn quite that shade of red-purple before. He choked, swallowed hard, took another swig, then got really focused on placing the jug carefully back on the coffee table. "Shut up, Fin."

  I got to my knees, going to kneel in front of Emerson so I could get a look at his averted face. Putting my hands on his knees, I leaned in and looked up through my messy hair. "Are you blushing, Em? What's wrong with you? You act like a virgin in a whorehouse." I grinned.

  Fin laughed and took the booze, then climbed up into one of my old overstuffed chairs next to the couch. "Nothing's wrong with him," the little terror said sweetly, pronouncing his words very carefully. "He's just got the biggest, most childish crush on you, Sam. But he'd never say anything. Cause he's Emerson."

  I leaned back on my heels, my hands still on Emerson's knees. "What? You crushing on me, Em?"

  The thought of anyone pining after me was hilarious.

  Except for the part where it wasn't. Because Emerson saw me. He always saw me. I wondered if he saw the soft, warm spot inside that was shaped like a big, nerdy half-ogre. Or had I done a good enough job hiding that? Because Emerson was way too good for the likes of my fucked-up ass.

  The big guy wouldn't meet my eyes. He licked his lips and clasped his massive hands between his knees. "Don't listen to Fin, Sam. He's drunk off his ass."

  I glanced at Fin. He raised one red eyebrow at me like a challenge. “I might be drunk off my ass, but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”

  My head was all fuzzy and I felt like I was about to come unattached from the floor and float away. "Fin?"

  Why the fuck did my voice sound all husky and breathless? Gods.

  Fin smirked at me. "I keep telling him to speak up, but he's too nice. And too sure that no one would want a big, dumb ogre like him."

  And of course, that was the exact moment when I remembered that leprechauns fucked like rabbits. Fin was so apart from his clan that I'd never really thought about it. But given how he grew up, maybe he'd understand that in a pack, it was common to share lovers. Not that I'd ever been accepted enough in my own shifter pack to participate. No one wanted a broken shifter for a playmate.

  The fairy moonshine was a living thing in my veins, warm and tingling. And it merged with the warmth I felt for Emerson. Big, sweet, shy Emerson. I slid my hands from his knees to his thick, powerful thighs as I leaned closer.

  Emerson finally lifted his head, his eyes widening as they met mine. "Fin paid the price for that last sip of hooch," I said seriously, widening my eyes to make myself focus through the little lights zinging around in my peripheral vision. "You didn't."

  I surged in before he could panic, pressing my lips to his. He froze for a second, then big hands were tangling in my hair and sliding down to my back to hold me there, between his knees. He let out a deep groan as I deepened the kiss. He tasted like something earthy and sweet, and like fairy moonshine, sharp and dangerous. I pulled back enough to nibble at his bottom lip, then along his square jaw as his big hands smoothed my hair back from my face.

  "Sam?" he breathed, his voice trembling and full of wonder.

  I smiled, my entire body thrumming. "Hey there, Em."

  He looked past me, his expression suddenly fearful. "Fin?" He pulled back, his hands sliding from me. "I'm sorry."

  I frowned in confusion. That little voice inside my head that was always set on destroying me whispered that Emerson didn't really want me. That it was just the booze making him do dumb things. That I was too much of a mess for someone as good and kind as Emerson. And besides, he always called me a girl. What would he do when he saw my less than impressive dick? I sat back on my heels, reaching for the booze before I remembered Fin had it.

  Fin sighed and slipped out of his chair, pacing over to stand by us. His small hand landed between my shoulder blades, keeping me from running away. "Hey, Saber. Don't do that. It's okay."

  I glared at him. "Do what? Where's my magic juice?"

  He gave me a fond look, then glanced at Emerson. "I'm only gonna say this once. Mostly 'cause my tongue is going numb from drinking Sam's poison." He rolled his eyes, only slurring his words a little. "Emerson, Sam thinks he isn't good enough for anyone. So, you can't let him run away. Sam, Emerson's people only have one mate, and they are very possessive and nasty about it. So, he's afraid I'm gonna lose my shit because he touched you. But I'm not opposed to sharing with my best friend. More fun for everyone."

  Then he leaned against the couch and shook his head. "So, are we all gonna get naked before I lose feeling in my legs completely, or…?"

  I laughed. Emerson looked between us like we had both lost our minds. "This can't be real."

  I laughed and turned my head to kiss Fin, slow and filthy. Pulling back, I ran my hands up Emerson's thighs and over the massive bulge in his pants. "Fuck me, Em?" I literally purred.

  Chapter 14

  Emerson closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and groaned. Lifting his head, he met my eyes, lust and heat burning in his gaze, for once making him look more like the dangerous ogre he should be. "Honey, I'm pretty sure that's not possible. I'd split you in half. But I'm not opposed to watching Fin make you happy."

  I frowned. "Oh! You don't know. You keep calling me a girl, but you don't know! Don't worry, Em," I said, slurring my words like crazy as I stood and started clumsily stripping. When did my pants get so hard to unbutton? "I've got the right parts. You don't have to try to put it in my ass."

  Emerson's confused expression melted to heat as he watched me, and he rumbled out a question to Fin. "How is she still able to move like that even when she's piss drunk?"

  I tossed my borrowed shirt and undershirts aside then set to work on the damned bandage that was knotted around my leg. Huh. We were all still filthy. But no one really seemed to mind at this point.

  "What do you mean?" I grumbled as I shifted a claw to cut through the layers of bandage, swaying and almost stabbing myself in the process. "Haha!" I exclaimed as I pulled off the bandage and threw it aside. "Take that, fucker."

  Fin snorted. "He means you move like a cat. All slinky and graceful. It's hot as hell, Sam."

  I laughed as I finished unbuttoning my pants and shimmied out of them. I thought there was something I should be worried about right now…but the passing thought floated away on a haze of magic moonshine happiness. I wanted to dance and sing. What did I have to worry about? I was about to fuck two amazing guys. The cat inside me purred with contentment. Yes. They were ours and we were going to claim our mates.

  I kicked my pants aside and stood there, naked and thrumming with want. Fin was already stripped down to his underwear. But Emerson had gotten sidetracked. He finished pulling off his shirt as he stared at me, his brown eyes wide.

  "Oh," the big hunk of muscle sighed as his eyes traveled over me. "Ohhh."

  I looked down
at my own body, perplexed. Then I glanced back at Fin and Emerson. They were so different, but so perfect. "You guys are beautiful," I whispered.

  I reached down and stroked my cock, my eyes devouring Emerson's miles of muscles and Fin's tidy, compact strength.

  "You okay, Sam?" Fin said, coming to stand in front of me. He dropped a kiss on the hollow of my hipbone, then slid a hand up my thigh, tilting his head to look up at me.

  I smiled down at him. "Great," I said, still stroking my throbbing cock as I slid my other hand up to cup my breast. "So good."

  He grinned at me. "Good."

  Then I remembered how fucking self-conscious I was of my body. But it was too late to care, since Fin had turned his head and swallowed my small cock down like it was a feast. I gasped and slid a hand through his hair, clenching my fingers in the soft red curls as he bobbed up and down, the perfect height to suck me off without getting down on his knees.

  I forced my eyes open and looked over at Emerson. He reclined back on the couch, shirtless, with his pants undone and his hand down the front, watching with open appreciation as Fin sucked me. Emerson's eyes met mine and I smiled, slow and wicked, feeling free in a way I never did when I was sober. "Take your pants off," I demanded. "I want to see you, Em."

  He bit his lip and stared me down for a second longer, then sat forward and pulled off his pants. No underwear. Fuck that was hot.

  And…a little intimidating.

  Emerson was fucking huge. Everywhere. He sat back, wrapping a big hand around his cock and stroking, slow and firm. Holy fuck.

  Fin swirled his tongue around the sensitive head of my cock, and I groaned. "Fuck, Fin!"

  He glanced up at me, then cupped my sack, rolling my one underdeveloped ball around in a way that bordered on painful, making my toes curl. I clenched my fist in his hair and tugged as he slid his hand lower, alcohol making us both forget my inhibitions. His fingers parted my folds, slipping into my wet, needy core. I tilted my head back and tried not to fall over as I came, clenching around his fingers, spilling down his throat.

  Fin groaned and wrapped one arm around my hips to steady me until I caught my breath. "Gods," I panted, bending to kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue. "You're going to kill me, Fin."

  He slapped me on the ass and shoved me toward Emerson. "No, sweetheart. That fucking thing might, though."

  I laughed. "What a way to go, though," I said, prowling toward Emerson.

  The ogre reached for me, pulling me onto his lap so I sat astride, that thick, hard heat trapped between us, pressed along my pussy and the length of my currently spent cock. His big hands stroked up and down my sides, then cupped my ass, pressing me close, rocking me against him as I leaned in and kissed him.

  Kissing Emerson was like nothing I'd ever experienced. He was comfort and warmth, but those feelings quickly turned into an aching need. His big hands stroked upward, coming up to cup my breasts, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his size. I leaned back, rocking against his dick and making us both moan as he sat up to suckle at my breasts, swirling his hot tongue around my hardened nipples. I threaded my fingers through his thick black hair, arching my back and pressing into him. "More, Em," I whined. "Want you inside me."

  He pulled back and pressed his forehead to mine. "Honey, I don't want to hurt you."

  I nipped at his neck, making him hiss when I bit down, hard. "Not a fragile girl," I muttered against his green skin.

  He laughed, the deep sound rumbling through his broad chest, vibrating into me where we were pressed together. "I noticed, Sam."

  I rubbed against him like a cat in heat, my dick already hardening again, my beast side pushing away any stupid human thoughts. "Want you, Em."

  He grabbed my hips, his big hands wrapping around me like I was some tiny thing. I yelped when he lifted me up like it was nothing, bending and plopping me on my knees on the floor. "How about you let Fin take care of you this time. Maybe you can use those pretty lips on me instead?"

  I growled, leaning between his knees to nip at his staggeringly huge balls, earning a startled gasp. "Fuck, Sam!"

  I laughed. Emerson hardly ever swore.

  Small hands ghosted over my shoulders and I tilted my head to the side as Fin kissed a hot trail up the side of my throat. Going to my hands and knees, I looked up at Emerson. His dark eyes were hooded with lust as he stared down at me. He grasped his own cock and angled it toward me. "Just take your time, sweetheart," he said softly.

  I growled again, sick of being treated like I was fragile. Fin understood. He stepped between my legs and grasped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh. "Just watch the damned teeth, Sabertooth."

  I tossed a glare at him over my shoulder, but he just grinned and slid home, making me groan. It had been a long time since someone had actually fucked me. I'd almost forgotten how damned good it felt. I pushed back into him in encouragement, the alcohol in my veins making the air dance with overwhelming sensations. Holding myself up on one hand, I used the other to stroke Emerson. My fingers barely made it halfway around his shaft, but he didn't seem to mind, sucking in a breath and lifting his hips to thrust into my touch.

  Fin thrust into me from behind, rocking me forward as I licked a long stripe up the underside of Emerson's cock. The ogre clenched his hands in the couch cushion, clearly trying to resist grasping my head and shoving his cock down my throat.

  Not that that would even work. And I thought my love life was limited. Emerson's must be a constant exercise in restraint. No way could any normal sized person take all of that. I chuckled stupidly at the images that popped into my head.

  I circled the tip of Emerson’s cock with my tongue, moaning against Em's hard, silky skin as Fin drove me toward another orgasm, hitting me just right. Stretching my mouth wide, I managed to get the tip of Emerson's massive cock into my mouth, stroking his shaft with my hand. My lips stretched wide, and my jaw felt like it was going to come unhinged, but it was worth it when he slipped inside a little further and let out a deep, desperate sound. I pulled off. I tried my best not to scrape my sharp canines against his sensitive skin, but it was impossible. I felt the tip of one tooth drag, and Emerson gasped.

  I looked up at him. "Sorry…." But he shook his head, lips pressed tight as I continued to stroke him.

  "S'okay, Sam," he rumbled, his deep voice dropping even lower with lust. "Do it again. Wanna feel your teeth, little cat."

  I grinned. Sweet, nerdy Emerson had a kinky side. I clenched around Fin as he changed his angle, stroking my insides just right. Bending my head to the side, I slowly, carefully dragged my teeth up the side of Emerson's cock, earning a throaty moan. I soothed away the touch with my tongue, then repeated the gesture on the other side. Then I got as much of him as I could in my mouth again, stroking his shaft with my hand, picking up the pace as Fin drove me crazy.

  "Gods, Sam," Emerson mumbled, "so fucking good. Almost there."

  Fin leaned in and nipped along my side, just above my hip. "Come for me again, Sam."

  His words, uttered in that husky, adoring way, were like magic. I felt my core start to clench, orgasm racing over me again. I let out a loud moan around Emerson's cock as I came, feeling Fin shoot inside me while I shot my own release over the floor without even touching my cock.

  Emerson's big hands fell to my shoulders and his hips twitched as he tried to keep from thrusting into my mouth. "Sam!"

  He tried to pull back, but I didn't let him, working him harder. Fin dropped a kiss on my back and withdrew as I sat back on my knees, getting both hands free to work Emerson's shaft. The ogre fisted a hand in my hair, all the muscles in his glorious body tensing as his big cock pulsed.

  I swallowed a hot, salty mouthful of cum, then let him pull my head back as he sat forward, his big hand joining mine to keep stroking as he shot thick ribbons over my tits. His big chest heaved, and he gasped out my name again as he spasmed beneath me. I gloried in it. Mine, my inner beast purred, delighted in some primal way about how my mat
es had just covered me in their seed, inside and out.

  Fuck, I was such a weirdo. But right then, I couldn't care less.

  Emerson stroked my hair back from my face and planted a kiss on my forehead before collapsing back against the couch. "Gods," he muttered, still breathing hard.

  I grinned, feeling all dopey and sleepy. "Nope. Just a bunch of curs."

  Sam laughed. "You might want to shower before you fall asleep there, Sam."

  I grumbled. "Too tired."

  Emerson let out a massive sigh and sat up. I yelped when he grabbed me and lifted me into his arms, standing and heading toward the bathroom.

  Fin cackled from behind us with drunken glee. "Now you know how it feels! Not so funny being hoisted around like a kid, is it?"

  I reached over Emerson's broad shoulder to wave a middle finger at the leprechaun. His laughter faded as we reached the bathroom. Emerson set me on my feet, then fiddled with the shower until he had warm water going. I stepped under the warm spray and let out a contented sigh.

  The big guy let out a huff of laughter and went to the sink to clean up with a washcloth that looked like a tiny scrap in his big hands. "You really are amazing, Sam."

  I did what I had to in order to get clean—barely—then stepped out of the shower. I just stood there, dripping, too tired to muster up the strength to dry off. "Ha," I replied, raking my gaze up his heavily muscled body. "I'm amazing. Look at you, you big goon."

  He ducked his head and went to get a towel off the rack, then proceeded to gently, if a bit awkwardly, dry me off. "Come on, sweetheart, before we both collapse."

  I allowed him to take care of me. This once. Then I padded over to my bed and collapsed face first onto it. Thankfully Fin had already turned back the covers, because I didn't have the energy for that shit.

  The buzz of the fairy moonshine was starting to wear off and the effects of the long day, plus a couple stellar orgasms, dragged at me, urging me toward unconsciousness. I grumbled when Fin poked me in the side. "Make room for Emerson, or the idiot's gonna sleep on the floor."