My Twin Trouble

by Shelley Munro

  Kiera clenched her jaw, wanting exactly what he described. Clumsily, she lifted and guided his erection to her entrance.

  “Go slow,” Joe said. “Once Sly has worked all the way inside you, we’re going to arouse and prepare you to take me too.”

  She whimpered at the word pictures they were painting, the slow seduction building to a crescendo as they both possessed her fully. The thought had her aching, a choked and desperate cry escaping her. Without haste, she sank down farther on Sly’s cock, the slow stretching better than anything she’d felt before. Or maybe it was the emotions—her emotions and the men she was loving. She gripped Sly’s shoulders, enjoying every increment of his invasion.

  “I was right,” he whispered. “You’re hot around my dick. So tight.”

  “Good, babe.” Joe exerted a steady force in the middle of her back, urging her to lie in Sly’s arms.

  She clenched her butt muscles and Joe smacked her arse. The sharp slap surged straight to her sex.

  “She liked that,” Sly said. “She went liquid around my cock. You didn’t tell me earlier. Has Joe smacked you?”

  “Yes. Okay?”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Not at first.”

  “And later?” Sly asked.

  “She liked it,” Joe said, full of swagger and satisfaction. “She came really hard straight afterward.”

  Sly’s expression told her he was filing the information away for future use. “Should I distract her?”

  Joe ran his fingers over the spot where he’d smacked her. “I’m going to start fingering you. Okay?”

  Sly claimed her mouth in a gentle kiss, his tongue making teasing forays across the seam of her lips. She drew a sharp breath and he deepened the contact, the slow thrust and withdrawal of his tongue echoing the sex act.

  Joe skimmed her clit with his finger and rimmed her opening. A curl of arousal spiraled low in her belly and she gasped. Joe skimmed her pucker this time, allowing her to become used to his touch. She shivered and concentrated on returning Sly’s kisses. The man had a talented mouth and already, he’d learned exactly what she liked. He sucked and licked, nibbled and sipped.

  The pump action of a bottle sounded and seconds later, lube smoothed across her rear entrance. Joe cruised his finger back and forth and gently pushed a finger into her. At the same time, he worried her clit, just enough to keep her on edge and the wash of pleasure whispering of the treat in store for her.

  Sly broke their mouths apart. “Does that hurt?”

  “No,” she said in surprise. She felt full. Different, but underlying was the sizzle of enjoyment—the pulse that promised much more.

  Slowly Joe added more fingers, each surge a hot, lubed slide into her then the deeper pressure of fullness.

  “Babe, I’m going to push into you now with my cock. I’ll go slow.”

  He pressed in, the stretch filling her to the edge of pain. Sly remained still, kissing her. When she tensed again, he whispered against her lips, telling her to relax and promising white-hot pleasure to come.

  “I’m not sure,” she muttered, biting her lip.

  Then Joe teased her clit and, as the feel-good sensations started to build, he pushed insistently against the ring of muscle guarding her anus. She cried out, freezing, but Joe distracted her again by toying more insistently with her swollen nub while Sly pinched one of her nipples and swallowed her cry.

  A flash of arousal grabbed her seconds before she realized Joe was balls-deep inside her and it didn’t hurt so much as felt strange and different. The two men filled her, enclosing her in their embrace.

  “How are you doing, babe?” Joe whispered against her ear.

  “I’m okay.”

  His tongue lashed her mark and her arse clenched. Having a mark was like owning a personal pleasure button. Every time Joe touched it, a thread of raw need unraveled in her. Now wasn’t any different. She moaned and Sly smiled, brushing kisses across her jaw.

  Joe started to move in counterpoint to Sly. One cock filled her while the other retreated. The scent of arousal filled the air, along with soft groans and the slapping of flesh. Sly feasted on her mouth while Joe licked her mark again. A surge of wetness brought a rough growl from Sly.

  He separated their mouths. “Jesus, Kiera. You’re scalding hot. Feels so good.”

  It felt excellent on her end too, especially when Joe teased her clit or played with her mark. Her nerve endings danced with each measured thrust. The pleasing sensations built one on top of each other, swamping her until she feared she might fly apart. Joe fingered her clit, and the raw need morphed into indescribable pleasure.

  Her pussy rippled around Sly’s cock, clamped down on Joe’s at the same time. The urge to bite, to clamp her teeth down filled her. She tore her mouth from Sly’s and bit down on his marking site. He grunted in shock, his cock swelling inside her as she sucked on the spot. His hips jerked erratically and he came with a shout.

  “You marked Sly,” Joe whispered against her ear, her pussy still tingling with the force of her release.

  Kiera gently licked the mark she’d placed on Sly, cleaning it until the wound stopped bleeding. “I…I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”

  “Hell, Joe. I didn’t realize…I’ve never come as hard before. I swear I saw stars.”

  Joe nipped at her neck, her breathing hitching. “You love Sly.”

  “Yes. I…I… This is weird.”

  “No,” Joe said. “It’s meant to be. Mark her back, Sly. Complete the triad.”

  “Are you sure? She’s your mate.”

  “You love her already. Admit it.”

  Kiera bit her lip, her heart leaping while she waited for Sly’s answer. Joe was right. Already a sense of peace filled her, a sense of rightness. If only Sly agreed. “Claim me, Sly. I love you both. He’s right. Make us three.”

  “I can’t believe how much I crave this,” Sly said. “I’m hard enough to drive steel spikes and I’ve just come.”

  Kiera turned her head to meet Joe’s lips. Their kiss was slow and unhurried and turned her inside out. Her two men shuttled back and forth until she twisted and squirmed, desperate to come again.

  Their thrusts soon turned erratic leaving Kiera drifting in a heavy fog of desire. In. Out. Her eyes closed to distill the sensations. Each thrust scraped her clit, the sheer naughtiness factor driving her higher. Sly struck, his teeth sinking over the mark Joe had bestowed. Fiery heat grabbed her, tossing her into a maelstrom of pleasure so hot she didn’t know if she could bear the bombardment of sensations. A groan escaped her as Sly worked her mark with his tongue, the exquisite friction reverberating over and over until she shattered. She was vaguely aware of her two men pounding into her body and stilling.

  Kiera came to herself and opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was the satisfaction slashing Sly’s sensual mouth. It made her realize he’d kept a part of himself hidden and under tight control.

  “I love you, Kiera,” he whispered. “Thank you for loving me back.”

  Joe pulled free of them and padded away. The pipes rattled their usual protest when he ran the taps. He returned and eased Kiera from Sly’s arms. The warm cloth against her tender tissues felt amazing.

  Once they’d cleaned up, they settled on the bed with her in the middle. A sense of contentment settled over her. Joe traced circles around her navel while Sly ran his fingers through her hair.

  “I’m hungry,” Sly announced, breaking the silence.

  Joe let out a snort. “You’re always hungry.”

  “I could eat,” Kiera said.

  “Two against one,” Sly said.

  Grinning, Joe climbed off the bed and extended his hand to Kiera. “Come on.”

  “Are we dressing?”

  “No point,” Sly said. “We’re only gonna end up naked again.”

  “My thoughts exactly,” Joe said, winking at her.

  In the kitchen, Sly rummaged through the fridge and handed items to Kiera. The
phone rang and Joe grabbed it.

  “Saber, just a sec. I’ll put you on speaker phone.” Joe pushed a button and set down the phone.

  “It’s about Maggie. She’s had a breakdown and they’re treating her for depression.”

  Kiera darted a quick glance at Sly. He frowned, and when he noticed her attention, he set down a loaf of bread and stalked to her side. He wrapped his arms around her and tucked her head against his chest.

  “I don’t have any feelings for her. I mean, I’m sorry for her but that’s all,” he murmured.

  “Glad to hear it,” Saber said. “The woman’s trouble and you’re well rid of her.”

  “Wow,” Kiera said. “How did you and Joe get up to mischief with his bat ears?”

  Saber’s growl traveled down the phone line along with Emily’s giggle. “They got up to plenty of mischief. I’m glad Joe has settled with you. Now all we have to worry about is Sly.”

  Joe grinned and crowded her from behind until they surrounded her with their support and strength.

  “You don’t have to worry about me,” Sly said.

  “Huh, he won’t rest until you have a mate,” Emily said in the background.

  “You’re my last single brother,” Saber said, Kiera hearing the clear caring in his voice. She wished her older brother showed the same sort of concern for her. Maybe that would happen one day, once he admitted his problem.

  “Not any longer,” Joe said, a wide grin on his face.

  “Who?” Emily demanded, sounding put out.

  “When?” Saber added.

  ”That would be me,” Kiera said.

  “Joe? You’re good with this?” Caution sounded in Saber’s voice.

  “Very,” Joe said, grinning at both his brother and her.

  “Congratulations,” Emily said. “We’ll have a party since we have a lot to celebrate.”

  “Emily’s pregnant,” Saber burst out. “We’re having twins.”

  “That’s wonderful,” Kiera said.

  “The sex toys Leo gave you did it, huh?” Joe’s contribution.

  Sly smirked at her and Joe, his green eyes glowing with happiness. “Saber, you might have us settled, but you’ll have your own twins to drive you crazy now.”

  “Yeah, but we’ll have you guys to help keep them in line,” Emily said.

  “Lead them astray, more like,” Saber said, but Kiera heard the humor in him. “Kiera, are you sure you want to take on both of my younger brothers?”

  “Very sure.”

  “She loves us. She told us,” Sly said.

  “It’s too late for her to take it back now,” Joe agreed.

  “Welcome to the family,” Saber said.

  Kiera smiled. “Thanks.”

  “We’ll talk tomorrow,” Joe said. “We’re busy now.” He disconnected the call.

  Kiera sent him a chiding look. “That was rude.”

  “Saber and Emily won’t mind.”

  “We have a lot to celebrate,” Sly said, tweaking her nipple hard enough to make her jump. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel this happy again.”

  “Let’s make sandwiches and take them back to bed,” Joe suggested. “A bottle of wine and some grapes.”

  Kiera’s brows rose in a question. “Are you going to peel them for me?”

  “We’d do anything for you,” Sly said.

  Joe nodded and Kiera saw they meant every word. Now that they all wore mating marks, she felt closer to Joe and Sly than ever. Her decision to settle in Middlemarch was the best one she’d ever made. She’d found love with two special men.

  “Right back at ya,” she said because it was nothing less than the truth. She was an untraditional girl in an unconventional relationship. Happiness and peace flooded her. Twin trouble indeed.

  Bonus Chapter

  Mitchell Farm, Middlemarch, New Zealand

  Feline Shapeshifter Council Meeting.

  Present: Sid Blackburn, Agnes Paisley, Valerie McClintock, Benjamin Urquart, London Allbright, Saber Mitchell

  London took a deep breath. “We have our second drill this weekend.”

  Agnes let out an unladylike snort. “The last one was a shambles. Kids crying. The teen boys getting in a fight and the parents jumping in. Any humans sighting us that day would’ve decided we were lunatics.”

  “And those puppies were out of control,” Valerie said. “One bit my granddaughter. I thought Henry was meant to train them.”

  It bit her because she pulled its tail. London sucked in another breath, striving for patience. “It was the first time. We expected hiccups.”

  Valerie sniffed. “Hiccups, indeed!”

  “Which is why we need to practice again,” Saber said in support.

  London sent him a grateful glance. “I have arranged someone to act as a human and coached them on what to do. I have complete confidence in my chosen human.”

  Ben frowned, his pixie nose crinkling. “Shouldn’t we know who it is?”

  “No,” Saber said.

  “No,” London stated at the same time. “We want our drill to be as realistic as possible. This time we will split Middlemarch into north and south regions. Each area will have a shifter sighting. I thought we would run a small competition and the winning team will each receive a voucher for five dollars, redeemable at any Middlemarch business. The council will reimburse the cost to the businesses.”

  “I think that is a wonderful idea,” Sid said, speaking for the first time. “A little healthy competition never hurt anyone.”

  “Who is going to judge?” Ben asked.

  “To make things fair, I thought we’d run the north drill in the morning and the south drill in the afternoon. The Feline council will do the judging and our human will participate with both groups, although we’ll vary the scenario a little.” London paused and glanced at Saber. He winked, and she cleared her throat. “I thought that since three council members live in the north and the others in the south, we’d have a friendly competition too. We’ll have dinner next week, and the council members with the best score will receive dinner paid for by the losing region.”

  “Where will we have the dinner?” Agnes demanded, her eyes gleaming.

  “The Storm in the Teacup is having an Italian night next week,” London said. “I’ve reserved a table for the council.”

  “I agree,” Valerie said.

  “That will mean Saber, London and Ben,” Sid said slowly.

  London wanted to laugh at his wrinkled nose. It wasn’t difficult to tell he wasn’t looking forward to working with Agnes and Valerie.

  “What’s the matter, old man? You don’t want to take direction from women?” Agnes asked, her voice strident.

  London bit back an inappropriate giggle. If Sid was wise, he wouldn’t dignify that with a reply.

  “I’m sure our region will do an exemplary job,” Sid said going for his usual tact. “I take it we can train our regions and go through procedures again.”

  “Of course,” London said. “Since I have arranged a human and told them how to react, I’ll leave our training to Saber and Ben. I’ll restrict my participation to advising our token human and acting as a judge along with you all. Does that sound fair?”

  Agnes and Valerie glanced at each other before both nodding.

  “That sounds fair,” Sid said.

  “Do you want to go over our procedures again?” Saber asked.

  “No,” Agnes said. “We haven’t changed anything. I think we’ll be fine.”

  Valerie glanced at her watch. “Is there anything else? I promised my daughter I’d pick up the children from school.”

  “Nothing that can’t wait until next week,” London said. “We need to start planning our events for the rest of the year, so if everyone can think about that and bring their ideas to our next meeting.”

  “We can do that,” Sid said.

  Ben rose. “Same time next week?”

  “Yes,” Saber said.

  The four elderly councilmembers l
eft in a rush, leaving London with Saber.

  London puffed out a hard breath. “Still feeling as if I need a big glass of wine.”

  Saber chuckled. “I want to speak with Henry about the dogs again. He said he’d be at home. I wouldn’t mind a drink.”

  London straightened her notes and thrust them into her red handbag. “Right, drinks at my place then. Gerard is wondering if being on the council is driving me to drink.”

  Saber barked out a laugh. “The oldies have their moments. Did you see Sid’s expression when he realized he’d have to work with Valerie and Agnes?”

  “I had difficulty holding back my laugh,” London said. “They’ll want to win that dinner.”

  “I know,” Saber said. “Which is why I intend to make sure our side knows exactly what to do. Most of our team did okay in the first drill.”

  London smiled broadly. “I know, but Agnes and Valerie didn’t seem to remember that it was their families that caused the main problem. Is it wrong of me to want to gloat a little?”

  “Nope,” Saber said. “But let’s save the gloating for the dinner. I might suggest to Emily that she gets in a couple of bottles of celebratory bubbles.”

  “An excellent idea.”

  They grinned at each other and burst out laughing. London couldn’t wait for the day of the drill to arrive. A little healthy competition never hurt anyone.

  Excerpt – Snared by Saber

  Read the first book in the spin-off series, Middlemarch Capture, where the descendants of the Middlemarch Shifters leave Earth to start a new life, after a feline virus decimates their population.

  Something woke Eva. An out-of-place noise. A faint rustle. A footfall?

  She sat up in bed, eyes straining to pierce the darkness of their chalet.

  “Casey?”

  Casey didn’t answer.

  “C-Casey?” Although she aimed for a firm timbre, her voice emerged coated with fear because her gut was screaming something was wrong. Casey was a light sleeper. Why wasn’t she answering?

  A prickling sensation crawled up her spine while her gaze roved the darkness, searching, searching, searching, as senses honed from growing up on the streets worked overtime.