“Jay, she’s almost squirting.”
Consider it my bridal shower, she would have quipped at Ludo’s incredulous tone, if she’d been able to speak, hadn’t been able only to feel, to ride the thickness and fullness in her cunt, his fingers stoking her ridges, learning each contour. Her inner muscles clutched at him, and heat and weight coiled low in her body, climbing higher and higher until it shot free, effortlessly and naturally, tipped over by Jago leaning fully over her to bite at her neck. She panted, riding his hand still, her inner walls contracting around his fingers.
“Don’t pull out yet. She’ll feel too empty,” Jago instructed Ludo.
Ellie opened her eyes. “He’s so the eldest, isn’t he?”
“That he is.” Ludo stilled his movements. He dipped low, to whisper, “And he has his own…tastes. Will you indulge him?”
About to confess she didn’t understand, she did a moment later, when Jago ran a strong finger down the crack of her ass, to rest at her hole. He held it there. Paused. Waiting. Promising.
“Have you done this before?” Jago questioned.
“Yes,” Ellie replied. She almost jumped at the drizzle of massage oil at the top of her ass to trickle down to her entrance. “I mean no. Not that.”
“What did you think I— Never mind.”
But Ellie did mind. She wanted it all. Ludo barely moving in her still-twitching cunt, and now Jago, rubbing gently at her pucker. She pushed back, taking him in, gasping at the push past her ring of muscles, at the stretch and give of sensitive tissues. She moved to give him greater access, making Ludo have to adjust to remain in her pussy.
“She’s a natural,” Jago breathed, exploring deeper.
“And she’s going to come again,” Ludo warned.
Yes, she was. How could she not, with that incredible sensation impaling her ass and Ludo rubbing gently then more forcefully on that roughened patch of tissue high on the front wall of her cunt? When her entire body was stretched wire-taut with need? This climax wasn’t sweet and easy like before. It was like being caught in a storm, lightning jerking her whole body, electricity sparking around her and lights bursting behind her eyes, everything pulling her, charging her, racking her—until she exploded into white light, screaming and twisting and struggling in the eye of the storm.
She was aware of trying to speak and not being able to form words. She felt Jago and Ludo pull free of the clutch of her body and turn her over, settling her down. Ellie couldn’t talk or move of her own volition, not after that. She couldn’t do much of anything, not when the deepest, heaviest blanket she’d ever felt floated down over her. It took her a second to realize it was sleep descending, pulling her with it—with a huge smile curling up her entire face.
Chapter Six
Ellie awoke the next morning to the most delicious sensation ever. Convinced she was dreaming, still curled on one side, she snuggled deeper into the sensual massaging of her breast, the tormenting pressure at her nipple. And what was that? Something slim yet strong, heavy, warm and alive slid along her pussy, moving back and forth, rubbing between her open labia and bumping against her clit. It almost undulated, or weaved to and fro with a precision and ease that belied its strength. Ellie murmured a guttural sound of appreciation and raised her leg a little higher, to allow even easier access. Her eyes were too heavy to open, and anyway, she wanted to savour this feeling.
It pulled back and slipped along the seam of her body slowly, tickling and bristling, especially its tip, which pressed deep, pushing inside her slick channel for a few amazing inches before pulling out and painting her own juices over her engorged clit with what felt like the softest sable paintbrush ever. What? Her eyes pinged open at that, and she looked down but didn’t manage to see all the way down there, because her gaze snagged on what was producing the soft, velvety stroking of her nipple. Before she could scream, the furry paw removed itself from her breast to cover her mouth.
“Shhh.” Jago pressed closer and whispered, “You’ll have Ludo rushing up here to join in. It’s just a little tail play. Oh, and paw play…” He left the sentence open, and, saucer-eyed, Ellie nodded. His all-too-human form lay behind her, curled into hers, and yet a lion’s paw covered her areola and as she looked, not daring to blink, a single claw shot out to give her erect nipple the tiniest prick. Jesus! The needle-sharp scratch on the aroused, blood-filled tissue was beyond pleasurable, and she brought her own hand up to stifle any sound she made in reaction.
She could feel each distinct pad, spongy and soft. Four toes and a bigger part in the middle, contrasting sharply with five sharp claws, now sending icy prickles through her. That sensory overload was strong enough, before Jago resumed his insidious stroking of her pussy with supple flicks of his tail, his golden-brown appendage that Ellie’s wetness darkened to tan.
Her sheath squeezed on emptiness, and she panted, helpless before her gathering climax. The tail lashed, flicking out and landing a series of slaps on her puffy labia. She moaned out loud, and Jago nipped her ear, murmuring his approval. He gave her no warning, just jerked his tail free of her body to land it in a sudden slap to her pulsing clit. The wet smack noise was loud and obscene and one of the most erotic sounds she’d ever heard. She had no time to process that before the sting burned, making her writhe against the soft, furry tail tip now soothing away the tingle.
“Another?” Jago husked, and she nodded, although she didn’t know if she could. Open-mouthed, she watched the missile pull away and strike a second time, hitting her squarely in the bundle of nerves Jago had primed to readiness. Ellie convulsed, sensations radiating out from the centre of her sex to engulf her, take her, hold her prisoner, suspended, until they let her go.
Her tormentor held himself there until she came down, came to, whatever—Ellie didn’t know. Just knew that heat, that strength, that connection. Then the tail tip arched away and Jago’s human hand held it. The duality electrified Ellie, and she twisted to see, to witness Jago bringing the tail to his mouth, to taste it. Taste her, she amended, lick her juices. Suck them from his own body. God almighty! It was decadent and explicit and totally arousing, watching his well-shaped lips closing around his tail, his eyes shutting in appreciation, then his tail sliding free and contracting and vanishing.
She hadn’t known shifters had such control over their transformations, well, hadn’t been privy to such phenomena, anyway. It was entraining, and she simply stared deep into Jago’s eyes, watching the gold flecks dance. Her pussy spasmed, prey to a tiny aftershock, and she jumped. Jago grinned. Did he know? Probably. She had very few secrets from him or his twin. She followed his eyeline down to her beasts—oh, yes, she was naked, her breasts peeping above the sheet, her nipples tight, deep-pink buds. She had no idea what to say to someone who’d touched her so intimately, who knew her so completely, every inch of her body. And, far too dreamy and dangerous to care, she made no attempt to rein in the dopey smile taking over her face.
“You look beautiful.” Jago’s voice was as warm as sun-heated earth.
“You look…” Even after clearing her throat, Ellie couldn’t speak. She didn’t have the right words to describe his rumpled dark curls, the light in his eyes, the chiselled bones of his face, and the paranormal abilities of his body. Tail play, he’d called it? Paw play? Jesus Christ. “Where’s Ludo?”
“Here.” Ludo bumped the door open wider with his hip and set down the tray he carried. Ellie hoped she wasn’t drooling. Ludo was bare-chested, wearing just a pair of black boxer shorts. He stilled, his nostrils flaring. He glided to the bed and sat beside her. She pushed backwards and sat against the headboard. A wicked, devilish smile curled his lips. His gaze was on Ellie, but his words were addressed to his brother. “You’ve got her ready for me.”
“She woke up like that.”
It was more or less the truth. “Once again, would you stop talking about me as if I’m not here?!” Ellie exclaimed. “I’m very much here.”
“Yes, you are.” Ludo lowered
his head, and Ellie thought he meant to kiss her, but instead he inhaled deeply, as though committing her scent to his memory. He flickered his gaze to his brother. “Hope you haven’t tired her out?”
“No. She can take more.”
Ellie opened her mouth to remonstrate with the pair of them and too late caught the gleam in Ludo’s eye that said they were doing it deliberately. He took advantage of her opened lips and nuzzled against them.
“Remember what Ludo said last night?” asked Jago.
I just wanted to taste you. As the memory chimed, Ludo thrust his tongue inside her mouth. It was rougher and firmer and longer than…human. She understood the meaning, the intention. When Ludo pulled away, Ellie dropped to lie flat in the bed, eliciting a chuckle from both men.
“Ludo.”
“Huh?” was the best she could manage to Ludo’s one-word declaration.
“My name. For when you need something to scream out loud in about two minutes’ time.”
Arrogant bastard! She would have refused him, or at least refuted him, but he’d slid down her body to her pussy and positioned her, wrapping her legs around his neck to cross them at his nape. Holy fuck! “Wait!” Ellie cried. “My glasses! I want to see this.” His lips twitching, Jago passed them to her and she shoved them on, but within seconds of Ludo drawing his roughened, elongated tongue from her ass to her slit, Ellie was in no condition to observe. She shot out a hand, and it landed in Ludo’s soft curls. Jago, cross-legged at her side, bent low to nip at her breast, and Ellie’s free hand tangled in his hair too.
Jago soon sat up, as if sensing she needed him present, and her astonished eyes locked on to his, her hand gripping his as Ludo worked his magic. He loved to taste, all right, and to employ his tongue to wreak havoc. Each clever swipe, each lick of her folds, each foray into her heat, had her creaming, making Ludo stop to swallow her juices. If Ellie gripping and tugging on chunks of his hair hurt, he gave no sign of it. The come-hither curls of his tongue tip against her G-spot made her arch off the mattress, thrusting her pussy into his face.
When he tongued her swollen nub of nerves, rubbing it with the flat of his tongue insistently, as if reshaping it, she shattered, howling her release, crushing Jago’s hand and staring into his molten-gold eyes. After a long minute, Ludo sat, wiping his mouth and chin, his eyes a sheen of silver. Not fair, he wasn’t even winded when she lay heaving and panting as of she’d run for a bus. “Fuck,” she breathed, pulling off her steamed-up glasses.
Ludo gave a huff of laughter. “Let me drink my coffee first. Pity I need the caffeine—I don’t want to lose your taste. What? You blush at that, after…” Shaking his head in disbelief, he twisted to take a mug of coffee from the tray. “I brought you coffee, too, but do you need it after that wake-up?” he teased.
Ellie managed a shaky laugh. “I need a sugar fix before…anything else you might have planned.”
“And what about your plans?” Jago asked, sitting on her other side with his own cup of coffee.
Her plans…had never included anything like this. They were a lot more mundane—working, continuing to increase support and acceptance for shifters, to advocate for them. What about that, her work? She supposed she could treat this as a sabbatical, learn about this species of shifter by living with them, as she’d done before. Not that before had ever included mind-blowing, bone-melting sex.
“I didn’t think I was attractive to shifters,” she mused. “I never have been.” She caught the look the brothers exchanged. “What?”
“You’re more than attractive to us,” Ludo said. “Much more.” He frowned, and a moment later, Ellie caught the sound of a car’s engine, from the grounds below.
“Who is it?” Jago said, tilting his head.
A car door slammed, and a male voice called, “Ludo? Jago?”
“Chris?” Jago answered his own question, crossing to the window. “This had better be damn urgent.”
“Threat to business urgent enough?” she thought she caught from outside.
“Yes.” Ludo leaped from the bed. “I’d say so.”
Within seconds, the Calters had thrown on clothes and rushed from her room.
It took Ellie longer, mainly because she was fuming at them once again. Or mad at herself for having let them make a fool of her. No, actually, a sex slave of her, with their sexpertise, and one they then dropped to attend to business. Nothing could come between them and their precious property empire. Everything seemed to be about the bottom line for them.
She needed the bathroom, and once in there, caught sight of her reflection. Bloody hell. She winced, trying to get her fingers through her hair. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and slumberous. Never mind looking as if she’d just rolled out of bed—she looked like she’d been rolling around in bed. With two sexy, gorgeous men. Who switched off like a light when business called. Oh, and leisure—she’d almost forgotten about last night and them popping down to the pub. The memory made her stomp downstairs to the living room.
“And you have no idea who?”
“How could he, Jago?”
“Why not take him to the pub to discuss it?” Ellie interrupted their questioning of their visitor, making the guy jump. “You seem fond enough of the place. I wouldn’t know. I don’t get an invite.”
“Of course, the pub! I saw the smashed windows there, when I drove through the village!” Chris nodded, making his overlong waves of sandy hair flop. “But I didn’t think to stop to look, just wanted to tell you about the death threat at Re-Fuel.”
“What?” Ellie was aghast. “Death threat?” She’d misheard earlier?
Ludo scowled at Chris. “Some things are better not blurted out. I’ve been telling you that since school. It’s always got you into trouble. Chris, Ellie. Ellie’s our match, as I’m sure you recall from the ceremony yesterday. Chris is a friend from school.”
“What smashed windows?” Jago and Ludo were pacing, and Ellie went to stand between them, only realizing after what she’d done. Which made her go and sit in an armchair, to which they followed her, to perch on its arms, one on either side of her.
“Turned out to be just a drunken argument that got too heated,” Jago said.
“And that was that why you shot off out late last night?” Come to think of it, it must have been after closing time when they’d left the house.
“Of course.” Ludo narrowed his eyes. “You don’t think we’d have left you alone otherwise?”
“You could have taken me.”
“Into possible danger? No, w—we could have…considered it.” Ludo was a fast learner, she noted. His concession riled his brother, making Ellie blink—she’d had an impression of hackles rising, or feathers ruffling.
“If you’ve had a death threat, I’d say any danger is more than possible.” Ellie addressed Chris. “What’s Re-Fuel? I know you’re a scientist and you work in a lab. I heard yesterday.”
“I more than work in a lab. I have a lab, thanks to these two.” Chris pointed, his baby-blue eyes blinking in his round face. “Calter Group Limited is diversifying and Re-Fuel is one of their new ventures. We’re making a bio-crude petroleum substitute from waste coffee grounds and tea leaves.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely!” Chris nodded. A lot. “It’s a whole new coffee-grounds and tea-leaves to biofuel conversion process for creating biodiesel, combining the oil extraction and oil-to-biodiesel conversion stages in a single step. No need for hexane addition, and a simple catalyst is added directly to the grounds and leaves, so the process takes under an hour!”
“If it works,” Ludo remarked sotto voce, his lips twitching.
Chris didn’t hear, too busy babbling about kinetics and extraction and conversion.
“I need another coffee.” Jago stood.
“Chris doesn’t,” Ludo commented, indicating the mad scientist in full flight.
“Does he drink a lot of it to have more grounds to use in the lab?” Ellie could resist the jibe. “Come on. I�
�ll make some tea, if you show me where everything is. And a decaf for Chris.”
Oh, they threw a sop or two around, to offset their vast property empire, did they? Like Vikram from last night—they might have given another old friend a job, but that was to make the old townhouse into a service apartment building, to add to their profits.
“So, when I couldn’t get you on the phone, I came to tell you.” Chris finished, not having paused at all in his narrative. He looked surprised to find himself in the kitchen.
“Our phones are off,” Jago explained, looking at Ludo, then Ellie. “We had planned on some alone time. Why didn’t you call the company? The office?”
“I tried.” Chris sat and batted a striped mug from hand to hand. “They wouldn’t take my call.”
Jago swore, harshly and fluently. “I’ll call Michael now,” he announced, his voice grim.
“You should find out if your head office was vandalized, too. Or any of the buildings or whatever,” Ellie called after him as he left the kitchen. “I’m so sorry this happened to you, Chris. I’ve seen a lot of this behaviour from humans who are anti-shifter.” She bit her lip. The Calters’ business had endured very nicely before they’d gone public. Before they’d met her.
“Ellie. It’s not your—” Ludo started, but shushed when Jago strode back in, an open laptop in his hands. He placed it on the wooden table and stepped back for them to see he was in a video call with a silver-haired man. Michael Langton, the CEO.
“So, you wouldn’t take Dr Chris Elton’s call because…”
“Well, let’s see. Could it be because I’m too damn busy running the entire Group to play nursemaid?” Michael snapped.
He didn’t say to whom, Ellie noted.
“Re-Fuel is part of the Group.” Jago’s voice was just as cutting.
“Really? The last I checked Calter Group Limited was a diversified property group operating on behalf of its owners, the Duke of Normanston and his family. Its sectors are residential, office, retail, industrial and hotels, not start-up My First Science Projects or diluting the Calter prestige brand and image beyond recognition.”
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