Every Night Forever (Hyena Heat One)

by R. E. Butler

  Cairo settled his teeth into the inside of her thigh, curling his hand around her leg to hold it still while he marked her. Dante and Mason each marked one side of her neck, holding her captive between their jaws like true predators. She felt their strength in their collective bites and the power that she gave to them in allowing them to touch and mark her in such a primal way. She felt them each swallow some of her blood before they disengaged their fangs, licking the wounds to help them heal into the faint scars that would permanently mark her as a mated female.

  Boneless and blissed out, she sagged against Dante. “Do you want to mark us now, sweetheart?” He whispered huskily into her ear.

  She opened her eyes and blinked until her vision cleared. Cairo smiled at her encouragingly. Shaking her head, she said, “Not now. I don’t want to rush through it. I want it to be something we do separately, if that’s okay?”

  Mason stroked her cheek with his finger. “Whatever you want, baby.”

  She hummed in her throat, and said, “I want to make love.”

  Cairo and Mason moved away from her as Dante tipped her face back and kissed her gently. “Turn around, baby.” His voice dipped low with arousal.

  She turned to face him and dropped her eyes to his cock. Her fingers wrapped around the thick length as she leaned forward and kissed him. He moaned into her mouth, his hands traveling up her arms to her shoulders, as she explored the satin-over-steel cock that had been pressed against her during the marking. When her free hand cupped his balls, he jumped and pulled away from her mouth with a shaky laugh, extracting her hands from him. Kissing her palms, he chuckled, “If you make me blow now, the whole thing will be have to put on hold until I recover.”

  She blushed as he grinned.

  She felt Cairo and Mason’s hands on her as Dante urged her gently forward until she straddled his lap as he sat on the rug. She guided his cock into her throbbing pussy, the thick crown breaching her, stretching her, until the burning eased to pleasure as she worked herself down onto him. They both groaned as she moved down, until the back of her thighs were flush to his body and his cock filled her up.

  Moving her hips experimentally, she felt his cock twitch inside her, and when his fingers tightened on her hips to keep her from moving again, she realized at that moment just how much they’d all been suffering as they waited for her to come to her senses. Cairo’s mouth moved across her shoulder as he leaned in close behind her. “Have you ever done anything like this?”

  His finger, thick with lubricant, rubbed circles around her tightest place. Her breath caught in her throat reflexively. Yes, she’d had anal sex before, but she’d never been in a threesome. The times she’d been taken anally hadn’t been good for her.

  “Not really,” she replied truthfully. Dante’s dark eyes captured hers and there was nothing but unending compassion there, hers for the taking.

  “We’ll make it good for you, sweetheart,” Dante whispered, and she believed him. She put one of her hands on Cairo’s, settled on her waist, and squeezed, relaxing her body. His finger slipped inside her to the first knuckle and she rolled her hips against Dante and took more of his finger inside her. He chuckled as Dante grimaced, easing his finger out of her completely before sinking it back again. He moved in and out of her as she reached out for Mason and drew him close.

  On his knees, she pulled him to her mouth with a hand fisted in his thick hair. Their tongues tangled as Cairo pushed a second finger inside her, joining the first in a brief pinch before warmth eased through her. Dante moved her on his cock slowly as Cairo continued to stretch and prepare her for him. When he fit four fingers inside her and she groaned at the invasion, she wondered just how large his cock actually was.

  Her skin felt hot and sensitive as need twisted through her to complete the mating and join with them.

  “Oh please, please,” she whimpered, reaching for Mason’s thick cock and wrapping her hand around it. It was so thick that her finger and thumb didn’t meet, and it throbbed in her hand as he growled at her touch.

  Cairo’s fingers left her body and she heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open and knew that Cairo had put one on. Dante pulled her forward by her shoulders until her lower body was lifted up for Cairo and the tips of her breasts brushed against Dante’s hard chest. Lost to everything but the silky olive skin under her fingers, she traced the muscles of his chest and leaned forward enough to lick his tight nipples. He sucked in a breath, which she mimicked as the head of Cairo’s lubed, condom-covered cock pressed against her opening. Whatever things she’d known before in her life, the harshness, the near-brutality, the callous treatment...it all was erased in this moment. As Cairo eased his cock into her with slow, short thrusts, Mason tipped her face up until she saw his cock, jutting out proudly from his body and the nest of dark hair.

  Flicking her tongue out to catch the drop of pre-come that oozed from the tip, she growled at the salty, tangy taste of him and opened her mouth wide to accept him. Cairo grunted as he powered into her, not stopping until he was fully seated, his hips flush against her ass. She balanced herself in her precarious position with one hand planted firmly on Dante’s chest. The other she used to grasp the base of Mason’s cock as he began to thrust his hips, urging her to take more.

  With a groan muffled through clenched teeth, Cairo pulled his cock slowly from the confines of her body as Dante rolled his hips upwards, sinking himself that much deeper inside. Cairo’s cock moved back into her, slowly but more easily as Dante’s slid out, their unhurried rhythm making her brain misfire as pleasure scored hot hands across her body. She looked up Mason’s sweat-slicked body as he knelt next to her, and their eyes met and held. He slid his hand through her hair and helped guide her head on his cock as Dante and Cairo began to thrust faster and harder into her. Cairo’s body was like an inferno behind her as he gripped her hips tightly and impaled her. He grunted and growled as he rode her body, claiming her in the most primal of ways.

  Dante’s body tightened. She felt his muscles clench under her palm as the force of their bodies thrusting into hers made all thoughts fly from her mind. She could only taste and hear and see and feel; she couldn’t process any of it. The hot taste of Mason’s pre-come slid down her throat as she deviled the vein on the underside of his cock and he gripped her hair more tightly. She was captive between the three of them, no place untouched. Everything about her was theirs for the taking.

  Dante’s hot palm pressed against her belly and his thumb began to rub her clit up and down. She twisted to get away from the touch on her oversensitive bud, but they wouldn’t let her move.

  Mason’s eyes darkened as he pressed his lips into a thin line and sweat slid down his thick neck. “Once more, love, so we can all come together,” he ground out before closing his eyes and taking in a shaky, shallow breath. Cairo’s hands slid to the front of her body and pulled her pussy lips apart, while Dante continued his punishing rhythm on her clit.

  Her muffled moans and whimpers were lost around the thick cock in her mouth. Her belly tightened, heat rippling through her, as her vision winked out and her body locked down on the two cocks.

  She cried out as best she could, gagging in the process, while her boys shouted her name with their own release. Cairo came first, then Dante, their climaxes filling her body, and finally Mason, who flexed his hips and sank as far into her mouth as he could. Cairo held her chin gently, whispering, “Take it all, baby.”

  As she swallowed the thick streams of Mason’s come, her body began to shiver with the flush of passion. Mason eased his spent cock from between her lips and sank down to the floor. Cairo laid her gently forward onto Dante’s chest and pulled his cock carefully from her body. He moved away to dispose of the condom.

  “Baby,” Dante’s arms wrapped around her, “you okay?”

  Still trembling from bliss, she whispered, “More than okay.”

  Cairo sat down next to Mason and pulled a blanket over her as she lay sprawled on top o
f Dante, unable to move.

  Mason’s voice was filled with pride. “We wore our baby out.”

  As Dante’s hands smoothed up and down her back, her trembling eased and the bones she was certain had melted were solid once more.

  Her only thought, as she felt Dante’s cock swell inside her again, was one she voiced immediately. “Can we do that again?”

  * * * * *

  Sunday night, the den was returned to it’s normal state of man-caveness. They went up to the master bedroom to sleep, having spent the required twenty-four hours together in the den, closed off from the modern world save for food and bathroom breaks, so they could revel in their new joining. And join they did. She’d never felt so sexually driven in her life, but once they had made love together the first time, she wanted to go again and again, until each of them had taken her in each place. She learned their bodies like they were her own, each subtle nuance of muscle and shape defining them as individuals even though they were making love as a group.

  Her body was sore but she was the happiest she had ever been in her life. She’d never felt so pampered or cared for.

  “Oh, man,” she moaned as Mason settled her into the enormous Jacuzzi in the master bathroom. Dante and Cairo joined them. Her skin protested the heated water even though her nose was grateful. They’d not showered at all during their clanning except for the warm washcloths that cleaned their bodies of lubricant in between lovemaking.

  “There, baby, give the water a minute, you’ll feel better,” Mason said in a soothing tone, cupping water in his hands and letting it sluice down her shoulders. He was right, of course, and when he dipped her back to wet her hair, she closed her eyes and let them indulge. They wanted to take care of her, she could let them.

  Mason washed her hair, rinsing it carefully before passing her across the tub to his brothers. She settled onto Cairo’s lap while Dante lathered a cloth with jasmine body wash, picked up her foot and rested it on his shoulder. His sure, strong hands cleansed each leg from toe to hip and in between, carefully tending to her most sensitive, aching places. Cairo took the cloth next, gently cleaning the rest of her.

  When she tried to return the favor, Dante very sweetly but sternly lifted her from the tub and set her on her feet, handing her a towel to wrap around her body. “If you start touching us, baby, we’re never going to leave the tub, and Cai’s due at the gym at six.”

  Well, he was right, but that didn’t mean she liked it. “Fine, be all responsible,” she smiled, wringing her hair in the towel first and then wrapping it around her body. They cleaned up quickly and got out of the tub. To her surprise, Mason pulled the towel off and began inspecting her. All of them, in fact, were looking her over with a critical eye. She flushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious, until Cairo touched her hip and spoke.

  “The mark is still pretty raw here, from the friction when we made love. It should be fine tomorrow, but I’ve got that numbing salve in my bathroom.” He disappeared as she looked down at her body for the first time in the full light of the bathroom. Fingertip-shaped bruises, teeth marks, and the very red and raw mark on her inner thigh were all visible on her ivory skin. Turning to the mirror, she lifted her hair and inspected her marks. They had healed nicely, turning slightly lighter than her skin color.

  “How’s your ass, sweetheart?” Mason murmured, turning her to face him as Cairo came back into the bathroom with a small jar. He wheeled the lid off and dropped to his knees, pushing her leg open further.

  “What?” She blinked in surprise.

  Mason chuckled and blushed. “I mean, are you sore?”

  She shrugged, leaning back against the counter while Cairo rubbed a thin layer of minty-smelling ointment on her thigh. Immediately the ache faded.

  “Of course I’m sore, but it’s not bad. I’m sure I’ll be fine after a good night’s sleep.”

  Dante’s warm hand caressed her cheek. “Of course you will, sweetheart, but there’s no reason to be uncomfortable. If we’re going to cause you to be sore, then we’re going to take care of you.”

  She felt Cairo’s hand slip up between her cheeks and touch her with his ointment-covered finger. Her body tensed immediately. “Relax, Lys,” he said, and she snorted. Men.

  “Easy for you to say,” she laughed and tried to relax as he probed her gently and the ache disappeared.

  As he massaged the inside of her body, he chuckled. “I suppose so. This has healing extracts in it, plus a numbing agent. It’s a home remedy that helps our bodies deal with pain while we’re healing. It won’t help with something major, but for cuts and burns, it works wonders. Better?” He eased off the floor and washed his hands in the sink.

  “You bet,” she smiled and kissed his cheek. When they were dried and ready for bed, Dante swept her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Mason turned the bed down and Cairo turned off the lights, and she slid in between the soft jersey sheets and sighed. This was bliss. Her three mates in bed, Dante pulling her against his broad chest, Cairo curving himself against her back, and when she stretched her hand across Dante’s back, Mason twined his fingers with hers.

  She fell asleep quickly, aware only of the deep breathing of her mates as they slipped off to sleep with her, and the utter happiness that beat from her heart.

  Chapter 14

  Monday night, Alyssa bent over the filing cabinet and pushed the folders backwards. The scrape of metal against metal would have been jarring, if Dante hadn’t been enjoying the view. She had to have the most perfect ass of any woman born. And those legs.

  He must have verbalized with a groan because she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. “You look like the cat that ate the canary.”

  He pushed out of the chair and went to stand behind her. Putting his hands on her hips, he pressed his erection against her. “You are just too luscious for your own good.”

  She put the folder in the right place and planted her hands on the top of the two-drawer lateral. “Is the door locked?”

  “Yes. But I’ll double-check.” He understood her worry, and although his beast didn’t like that she was still frightened even with him around, he would never tell her that. He wouldn’t want her to think she should hide what she was feeling. They hadn’t heard from Grady in any form since his declaration that Cairo needed to fight for him.

  “Thank you, Dante,” she purred at him, pushing her ass back against him and stopping his train of thought.

  “Don’t move.”

  He knew the gym was empty because he had checked before he locked up. He made sure the front door was locked and the security system enabled. Then he raced back to the office, slamming the door shut and locking it, just as a precaution.

  “I thought I told you not to move.” He sucked in a sharp breath to find her sitting on the desk, one foot resting on the top and the other swinging casually down.

  “Oops. Sorry. Guess I need to be punished.”

  She didn’t look a damn bit sorry at all. He stalked to her and gave a low growl as he bent to kiss her. “I think you definitely need to be punished.” This was his first fantasy of her, spread out on his desk. He gripped her knees, pulled her to the edge of the desk, and spread them apart. Her short skirt pushed up with the motion and he could see she wasn’t wearing panties. “We need to talk about these short skirts, baby. And no panties? You’re in a club full of horny humans. Do you want Cairo to slaughter our client base?”

  “I just took them off, spoilsport. You have to take me shopping if you want me to stop wearing skirts.” She undid the button and zipper of his jeans and jerked them down his hips, freeing his cock and grasping it with her warm hands.

  “Shopping. Right. Fuck that feels good, baby.” She pulled gently on his cock, her closed hand sweeping up the length and curving over the top.

  “Of course,” she pressed one hand to the small of his back and guided his cock to her glistening pussy, “the three of you would have to keep your hands off me long enough to actually tak
e me somewhere.”

  He thrust into her and stopped, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin behind her knees as he bent to kiss her. “I make no promises. It’s not our fault you’re so fucking tempting.”

  She lay back carefully on the desk and lifted her top and bra until her breasts were free. Then she reached her hands above her head and gripped the edge of the desk. “Fuck me, Dante, fuck me hard,” she growled, her eyes dark and wild with sultry promise.

  He wasted no time in pulling away from her hot body and slamming into her. As he pounded the breath from her body and drove her to a hard orgasm, he was mesmerized by the bounce of her breasts and the wild abandon on her face. When she came it was like watching the sunrise. Glorious. Beautiful. Spectacular. She cried out and her body tensed as he held her legs further apart and watched his wet cock move in and out of her. Swiveling his hips until he found her sweet spot, he drove her to another climax and came himself, shouting her name to the ceiling when his cock emptied into her. Every time he made love to her, he felt like he grew just that much closer to her, fell that much more in love with her.