Breaking New Ground [Spirit of Sage 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)

by Jools Louise

  “Uncle, don’t be mad at them,” Aaron said, wrapping a companionable arm around his uncle’s waist. “They’ve spent years hiding, afraid to show themselves to the world. Now they’ve gotten a free pass, a new town and they can shift whenever they like and nobody will bat an eye about it…it’s illegal to discriminate against shifters, don’t you remember?”

  Pace rolled his eyes, daring John and Jay to shift and show their bare asses…he really would arrest the pair of them if they tried a stunt like that. “Nephew, I understand the law, I completely concur with it,” he retorted, turning his head to glare at Aaron. But I have a town to police, and these idiots are blocking traffic.”

  Aaron laughed loudly, looking up and down the deserted street, devoid of any cars driving through. “Traffic?” he asked drolly. “We should be so lucky.” He patted John on the head, getting a friendly head butt to his leg in response, then sauntered off toward the center of town, still chuckling.

  John yowled at the sheriff, then got to his feet and padded off toward his café, twitching his long tail tauntingly at Pace. One by one, the shifters began to disperse, ambling off wearing big grins as they took their furry selves off to whichever business or construction job they worked at.

  “Bloody fuckers,” Pace muttered to himself, grunting with satisfaction as the street began to clear. “We need a park, here, so they can play shifter tag all they want and not mess with my town. Bloody fuckers.” He continued on down the street, heading for the small police station.

  * * * *

  Mason eased into Alfie’s snug, well-lubed chute with a gasping cry of relief, feeling Jay sliding into his own hole at the same time. Alfie was on hands and knees, his sweet little ass at the perfect height for fucking. Jay knelt behind Mason, the trio forming a daisy chain, then they all began to move. Alfie cried out as his hole was pummeled into submission, Mason slamming his hips against his mate over and over, fucking himself at the same time as Jay’s big dick penetrated fast and hard. They found their rhythm, their bodies slick with sweat, coming within seconds. Spunk sprayed, filling Alfie and Mason, then they changed positions.

  Mason produced a damp cloth, wiping off his dick, and Jay’s as well, then turning into a sixty-nine position and slurping cum off Alfie, sinking his own cock between Alfie’s hungry lips as they sucked each other off. Jay parted Mason’s hard butt cheeks, and Mason gave a startled yelp when the sexy shifter began to tongue Mason’s cum-filled hole, sucking at the oozing mess he’d just deposited.

  “Fuck, that’s so dirty,” Mason gasped around Alfie’s cock, writhing as Jay’s tongue dove deeper.

  “I love your ass, Mace,” Jay said, then buried his face between Mason’s crease, sucking in earnest.

  Mason yelped again, groaning, and began fucking Alfie’s mouth hard. Jay growled, nipping at Mason’s cheeks sharply, then stabbed in and out of his chute with his talented tongue, bringing Mason’s cock back to aching life until the jaguar shifter exploded again, gifting Alfie with a second load of cum.

  Alfie sucked in earnest, his cheeks hollowed as he swallowed every bit of the creamy treat. Mason realized he’d neglected Alfie’s cock, and went in for the kill, taking the leopard shifter’s gorgeous cock to the hilt, deep throating him and working at the mushroom head with his throat muscles until Alfie came with a sharp scream, jerking inside Mason’s greedy maw as he came apart at the seams. Jay got to his knees, inserted his newly hard cock into Mason’s well-fucked ass again, and began to thrust with sharp, pistoning strokes, hammering home with each powerful lunge until with a loud roar, he came hard, soaking Mason’s insides once more.

  Mason cried out, his canines extending, and sank them deeply into Alfie’s thigh, claiming him. Alfie came again, spurting over Mason’s face this time, then plunged his sharp teeth into Mason’s inner thigh. Mason’s cock jerked again, splashing cum for the third time in quick succession, feeling Jay biting deep into his shoulder, a powerful arm holding him in place, dominating him completely. Mason loved this forceful side to Jay, who was pretty laid-back most of the time, except in the bedroom, where his primal nature came out to play.

  Mason had once thought he was bi-sexual, having considered a relationship with Cassidy, since the two of them had been “born” after being contaminated with the shifter virus that could turn humans and animals alike into shifters. One look at Alfie, though, and he’d changed his mind rapidly. The younger man had been like a beacon, his inner light guiding Mason to new and sexier pastures, and he’d never regretted his decision to go gay. Having two mates, so different but complementing each other perfectly, Mason couldn’t remember being happier.

  He collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, sweat dripping from his skin, and feeling his mates’ sweaty bodies searing heat against him. “I didn’t realize contact sports could be so much fun,” he sputtered, his breath wheezing from his lungs as he chuckled, thankful he hadn’t passed out.

  “Baby, it’s the only kind I know.” Jay laughed, curling in behind Mason, and kissing his slick shoulder lovingly. “I love you, Mason, Alfie,” he continued as Alfie moved to snuggle in on the other side. “Whatever happens next, I reckon with what we’ve achieved so far, we won’t be alone anymore. We have strength in this town, and love. Nobody here wants a stupid fucking pissing contest, so we’ll stop it right in its tracks. No fucking wolverine elder is going to stop us being united.”

  Alfie gave a contented sigh, his eyes closing. “Honey, I don’t think those stupid elders will know quite what’s hit them if they ever come back,” he said, sliding his leg intimately between Mason’s, his arm draping across his waist and Jay’s.

  “I don’t think they’ll know what’s going to hit them if they try to start anything else here,” Mason drawled, yawning. “Their kind of ambition we can do without…it’s the kind that put Adolf Hitler into power and nearly destroyed the whole fucking world.”

  “I think once we get the nation on board with our shifter-style Olympics, we’ll send a clear message to the wolverine elders and their supporters,” Jay said seriously, kissing Mason’s shoulder again. “This nation loves sports and it loves heroes…we’ll give them both.”

  “I love you,” Alfie murmured, yawning widely. “I’m so glad I wasn’t too afraid to be with you both. “I thought I might be,” he admitted drowsily.

  “Baby, you’re one of the bravest men I know,” Mason replied, kissing Alfie’s cheek and nuzzling into his damp hair. “I love you so much. You complete us.”

  “I’m glad you let me in,” Jay added, draping a powerful arm across his mates, listening to their heartbeats slowing as sleep began to take them. “Thank you for taking a chance. I love you.”

  Three hearts beat in time, three souls entwined. They’d all taken a chance, had put past history behind them and embraced their future, breaking new ground and forging a love affair that would last a lifetime. They had a new town, new hope and the freedom to be exactly who they were meant to be. Let the world watch and learn. This town was going to show them all—shifter style—what living free was all about.

  Epilogue

  “Ladies and gentlemen, we are making history today!” the announcer said excitedly, his broadcast on the CNN network already trending globally. “Our friends in Sage, Wyoming of all places, have declared their intention to host a sporting event, in the style of the Olympic Games, albeit it on a smaller scale.”

  The anchor shrunk in size on the screen, appearing to the right, to the left the town of Sage appearing, its quaint little sidewalks, and Old-West-style store facades a contrast to the modern studio where the broadcaster sat.

  “Two and a half years ago, we witnessed this little town in a beautiful corner of our world, destroyed in a fit of bigoted rage, the work of a vicious cult known as the Will and the Word. Our world has never been the same, since we found out that we share this world with a unique race of creatures, who share their DNA with all manner of feline and canine species.”

  The screen flipped again, a
picture of the town of Sage, in a pile of rubble, sitting next to a picture of an old-fashioned depiction of a werewolf, Twilight style.

  “Our brave and courageous shifters in Sage want to celebrate their inclusion into the Constitution, and their status as free citizens of our great country. They’ve invited shifters from all around America to compete in their first-ever sporting event—The Shifter Games. If you can run or jump or track or swim or climb or…goodness the list just goes on, so check out their website for more information! Head online and if you’re interested, go ahead and apply. President Maurice Sheldon, a shifter himself, has endorsed this event. The screen cut to a short video, featuring the new president.

  “…We have lived side by side with Americans for centuries, in secret, and yet we have supported every American without asking for a thing in return…except the chance to live free, without prejudice or bigotry aimed at us. Let us celebrate our pride in our heritage, and show you all what that means. We share our hearts and souls with many different creatures, feline and canine, but under the skin we are really one kind—shifters. We walked this land when the dinosaurs stood tall. We fought for this land when those from other shores wanted to take it from us. We shared this land, cared for this land, when our darkest hour came upon us, and we were targeted as though we had no right to live in this land. We are proud, and we are free—and we invite you all to share in our celebration. We are one country, under one constitution. Let us unite, let us compete, let us all show the rest of the world what America stands for, in this land of the brave and home of the free…”

  The news anchor returned to the screen, smiling broadly, then showed a set of impressive feline teeth, the large canines hanging down, gleaming under the studio lights.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, let the Shifter Games begin.”

  The screen changed yet again, and a commercial flashed up.

  Café Anglais erupted into cheers and raucous shouts of triumph, the place packed with townsfolk as they watched the broadcast.

  Sally Fielding a reporter who had helped the town in the past, at the height of its struggle against the cult, chugged coffee from the third cup she’d ordered since arriving an hour ago.

  “Let the Shifter Games begin, folks,” she declared once the noise died down, then grinned widely when the cheering started again.

  “Let’s show ’em how we do things,” Jay shouted above the din.

  “Bro, we’ll do things like we always have,” John yelled back, hugging his brother. “Shifter style.”

  “Let the Shifter Games begin,” Jay reiterated, grinning at his friends and acquaintances, laughing when they toasted him back with various beverages, repeating the cry.

  This was gonna be epic.

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I’m a forty-something single female, whose love of creative writing goes back to childhood. When getting a “proper” job took priority, writing took a back seat. I took the plunge a little while ago to get serious, wrote a manuscript, sent it off, and the rest is history…several books published now, and I’m writing plenty more. I love writing LGBTQ erotic fiction because it crosses boundaries, explores prejudice, and deals with issues that most people cannot imagine, which is what I try to convey.

  I live in the northwest of England, close to the English Lake District, just a few miles from the sea and with the beautiful scenery all around.

  I hope you enjoy the stories I’ve written so far. Feel free to look me up on Facebook, Twitter, or Goodreads and leave feedback.

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