by Bonnie Dee
“God, yes,” she moaned.
Behind her, Jacob introduced the tip of his penis to her rear. He’d stretched and widened the way, but even so it was a tight fit. He groaned as he pushed inside her as slowly and carefully as he could.
“You’re so tight,” he muttered near her ear, “so hot. It feels like…” He left the thought unfinished but his hungry growl made her shiver. He continued to push in easy increments until he was fully seated inside her. Valarian held steady, not thrusting, waiting for her to be completely filled.
Akila whimpered as her body adjusted to the thickness of Jacob’s cock. It wasn’t a whimper of pain, although there was a burning sensation as her channel stretched around him. She was overcome with emotion, with the sheer intensity of sheathing both of her lovers at once. Incredible heat surrounded her. The masculine smell of their clean sweat filled her senses.
She moaned and shifted, uncertain whether to push forward or back. But she didn’t need to do either. Valarian pulled out and thrust again. Then Jacob eased out of her body before filling her again. They set up an easy seesaw motion—one then the other driving into her. They caught each other’s rhythm and worked in sync to bring her pleasure. Waves of joy swept through her and receded again and again. She caught her breath and closed her eyes, tears leaking from beneath her lids to trickle down her cheeks.
Immediately Valarian stopped. “Are you all right?”
“Oh yes. It’s good, so good. More!” she gasped.
Her enthusiasm stimulated the two men, making them lose some composure and their rhythm as they both thrust simultaneously. Akila cried out at the powerful invasion. Stuffed full. Not a corner of her body belonged to her. She was theirs, all theirs. And they were hers. And each other’s. Three become one.
The tension deep in her belly spiraled up and up through her entire body as she quaked between their heaving bodies. Her climax exploded through her, a star gone supernova. Whirling galaxies flashed behind her closed eyelids and the other aspect of her moved in the vastness. Ra, or whatever elemental force it might be, filled her and she became superhuman.
She was barely aware of Jacob shuddering against her back, his blunt teeth biting lightly on her shoulder. She was too far outside herself, floating above the trio on the bed and watching with an almost detached view as Valarian threw back his head and howled, revealing razor-sharp canines.
This is where I belong. With them. Calm assurance filled her. Akila returned to herself as her two lovers disengaged from her, pulling back into their own spheres on either side of her. Valarian lay back on the pillow and smiled at her. She flopped onto her back and cast a glance at Jacob on her other side. Roses bloomed in his cheeks, heating his pale complexion. He met her gaze.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“That I’ll take both of you home to meet my parents,” she answered. “The holidays are coming soon, but I think we should go before that. I’ve talked to my mom every day over the past weeks since the story broke, but she’s still a mess. She needs to see me to know that I’m okay. And since you’re going to be a part of my life, she and Dad need to meet you too.”
“Oh.” Jacob’s eyes widened.
“Not what you expected, huh? But I think it’s time.”
“Of course,” Valarian said. “Your family is important. We’re anxious to meet them. Aren’t we, Jacob?”
“What have you told them about the three of us?” Jacob asked.
“So far, only that Valarian is a vampire and my boss and that you’re his assistant. But she’s not dumb. She can tell there’s more.” Her stomach clenched at the thought of revealing the extent of their relationship to her parents. The part about Valarian being a vampire wouldn’t be nearly as alarming to them as the idea of their daughter living in a ménage relationship. They wouldn’t take it well, but if this was to be a long-term thing, they would eventually need to know—in increments. No need to rush.
“For now, we’ll keep to the vampire and destiny stuff. My dad would be thrilled to know we’re descendants of Ra. The part about us being together will come out with time.”
“Good plan.” Valarian rose from the bed and went to the bathroom.
Jacob rose up on his elbow and regarded her. “Are you sure you’re all right? Not regretting anything?”
She touched his cheek. “Not regretting, I promise. This is my new life and I’m eager to see it unfold. But I know you’ve been chafing at being Valarian’s thrall. Do you still feel like you want to leave?”
He paused before answering, thoughts flitting like shadows over his transparent blue eyes. “He and I have worked some things out. I no longer feel locked into a role I’d outgrown. I could never leave him anyway. We’re too connected. But with you here, I’ll be content. You add the piece I was missing. The thing that makes me feel complete.”
“I’m glad because I feel the same way about you. Both of you.” She could sense that restlessness she’d felt in him when they first met had smoothed like the ruffled surface of a lake gone calm. “Valarian loves you, you know.”
Jacob looked toward the bathroom from which Valarian emerged with a damp washcloth and towel for Akila. “I suppose I love him too. It’s complicated.”
She laughed. “I imagine. Everything about the three of us will be.” But I couldn’t imagine having anything less than both of these amazing men.
“I think we’re up to the challenge.” Valarian sat on the edge of the bed and offered Akila the cloth. “‘The results achieved are in direct proportion to the effort applied.’”
“Buddha?” she asked.
“No, I think that’s MacGyver,” Jacob said.
Akila and Valarian exchanged a look and then turned to him.
His eyebrows arched. “What? I watch TV sometimes. I know current quotes.”
Valarian laughed. “No. You really don’t. But I love your reliability, Jacob. I always know what to expect from you. I can count on your cluelessness about popular culture.”
“It’s kind of adorable,” Akila added, tickling his side. “The fact that you think MacGyver is current is…cute.”
Jacob grunted and pulled away from her fingers, his taut abdomen twitching in an intriguing way. “Show some respect for your elders, young lady.”
Valarian joined them on the bed, lying behind Jacob with an arm thrown over his hip. “Now, don’t tease Jacob. He’s a very sensitive man.”
Jacob elbowed him sharply in the ribs before leaning back into his master’s casual embrace.
It would be easy to feel a little excluded by this duo who’d known each other for nearly three times as long as she’d been alive, yet Akila felt completely welcomed into their world. Two had become three, each side of the triangle dependent on the others.
Jacob reached out for her, and she snuggled close, resting her head against his chest. She was exactly where she wanted to be and she could see a bright future spread out before them. They would enlighten people about vampires and promote harmony between human and paranormal beings. Maybe she’d write her true story, laying to rest the outrageous rumors that had been plastered on the supermarket tabloids.
Someday she could even picture a child playing with its mother and two fathers on a beach on a moonlit night. The boy, or girl, would be special not because it might save the world or was progeny of a vampire, but simply because it was theirs and they loved it.
Everything was possible. A full life awaited her and Akila couldn’t wait to start living it.
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Shifters’ Captive
© 2010 Bonnie Dee
Magical Ménages, Book 1
Waitress Sherrie Stolz never thought she’d need her chatting-up skills to play along with a hot, sexy kidnapper who rants about were-animals and psychic possession. Then he proves his story by changing into a wolf before her eyes.
Human contact never interested John Walker, but his mission is desperate. The pack seer insists Sherrie is the only one who can save his pack from a rash of mysterious comas. His connection with Sherrie is instant, powerful and beyond rational explanation…until a third piece of the puzzle enters the picture.
Grant Perron follows his instincts only to find his prize in the hands of his rival. He’s poised for battle—until he learns his panther shifter clan suffers the same fate as John’s pack. And there’s more. When the three of them touch, the primal, erotic power surge swells like the waves of an earthquake.
Sherrie’s hands—and bed—are suddenly full, figuring out how to manage two snarling alpha males without giving in to the urge to knock their heads together. And channel her new-found power before a villain uses it to destroy them all…
Warning: Contains abduction, m/f/m ménage, oral & anal sex, rough sex, wilderness sex, astral projection sex and plain old sex in the bedroom—times three.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Shifters’ Captive:
“We’re trapped.” Sherrie stated the obvious as she craned her neck to look up the wall of rock. Somewhere at the top was the cave where their nemesis lived. Was this avalanche a coincidence or had he meant to kill or capture them?
John moved around the perimeter, pacing the limits of their enclosure. Perron got to his feet, tossing the bloodied T-shirt aside and scaled a pile of stony rubble. He attempted to climb over the boulder that had nearly crushed him.
“Damn it!” he roared in frustration as he fell back and landed on his feet.
“I told you rushing into this was a bad idea,” John said. “Now we’re trapped. I’m sure it’s no accident.”
Grant scowled and started to take off his shirt. “You can stand here and complain about being stuck. I’m shifting and finding a way out.”
Without another word, Walker followed his example, quickly stripping. Once again their bodies rippled. Charged static electricity lifted Sherrie’s hair and made her arms prickle. Suddenly, she longed fiercely to be able to shift too. Into what form she had no clue, but the idea of releasing the primitive animal inside her to howl and run was deeply seductive.
She pressed back against the stone as the two wild beasts ranged around the pen in a similar way to their human counterparts. The wolf nosed the ground and whined as he searched for a break in the rock pile big enough to squeeze through. The big cat gathered its weight and sprang with a powerful thrust of his hind legs, but the leap carried him only halfway up the boulders. His nails scrabbled on stone before he fell back into the debris with a howl of rage, tail lashing.
There’s no way out, but feed me their energies and I’ll release you. The voice sounded in Sherrie’s head as clearly as if she wore headphones. She clapped her hands to her ears. It was one thing to receive silent communications in a dream, but shocking in her waking life.
Join me, and together we can have limitless power.
Get out of my mind! She shook her head, clearing it of the seductive haze that had settled over her like morning mist. She was beginning to understand how this guy worked—a chance meeting, mesmerizing eye contact and next thing he was inside your mind, manipulating it. Well, she was too strong to give in to that.
Besides, her animal companions were starting to squabble. Perron brushed past Walker in his furious pacing to and fro, and the wolf bared his teeth and growled. In response, the giant cat roared. The pair faced off, hackles raised, their bodies tensed to attack.
“Hey!” Sherrie shouted. “Stop it!”
They ignored her and continued to stalk in a circle around each other, gazes locked together. John’s menacing growl rumbled louder. Grant’s ears were laid flat. He hissed and sprang at John, his huge body bowling him over. They wrapped around each other, teeth flashing, claws ripping, tumbling over and over. The wolf managed to grip the cat’s throat and pin him for a moment, but a heartbeat later, the much bigger panther was on top.
“Shit!” Sherrie could see John was going to get the worst of it since Grant outweighed him and had razor sharp cat-claws. She scooped up a rock and threw it at the fighting animals. It didn’t slow them down. They continued to bite and claw at each other with a ferocious noise that made gooseflesh rise on her skin.
Sherrie picked up a larger rock and heaved it at the panther’s head. It crashed into his shoulder and knocked him sideways. The panther released his opponent and turned toward her, showing sharp fangs. Her heart pounded. At that moment, she was terrified for her life. These were two dangerous animals who might not remember their human side in the heat of battle.
“Stop fighting,” she yelled. “This isn’t helping.”
The wolf crawled from beneath Perron’s body and staggered to his feet, whining and shaking his head. One ear was bent and bleeding. The panther backed off, still hissing, before turning to lick his wounded flank.
“We have to work together to get out of here. Stop acting like idiots.” She felt like the idiot, talking to a pair of animals as if they’d understand her. She wondered how much of their intellect was functioning. Moving closer, she held out a hand toward each beast, palms open. She touched John’s muzzle, the top of Grant’s head, and stroked both soothingly. Soft fur caressed her palms and, once again, an electric charge entered her from contact with the two shifters. Lust, power, strength and awareness flowed through her.
Almost simultaneously, the two beasts began to change to human form. She felt the vibration, the twisting beneath her hands, and pulled away to watch while skin replaced fur and animal features became human once more.
Given their situation, she shouldn’t have had a lustful thought to spare at the sight of their nude bodies, yet her body seemed to have a will of its own. One glimpse of John’s dark-haired chest and groin and his semi-rigid cock made her stomach flutter. He bent his head to examine the clawed flesh on his side, and she longed to kiss his wound better. Grant looked just as sexy with his rumpled blond hair, one hand rubbing a band of tooth marks around his throat. An image of the pair of them locked together, not in combat, but in a sweaty sexual clinch, flashed in her mind. Liquid heat bloomed between her legs.
“Are you two quite finished?” she demanded, using anger to distract her from the mounting urgency of her desire. She threw a pair of jeans at Grant, and he caught them, but didn’t put them on. They dangled from his hand as he stood like a glorious statue and examined their rocky prison.
“Maybe we could boost you up,” John said. “You could find your way back to the Blazer and drive to town for help.”
Sherrie stared at the imposing height. “I think we’re pretty well trapped.”
She had a growing sense this was playing out exactly as it must and they’d find it impossible to escape their cage even if she was able to reach the top of the rock. Th
ey were trapped here together for a reason. Deep inside, she felt something was about to happen between her and these two men—a union that couldn’t be stopped. It both frightened and excited her, but it was undeniable. Only together could they free themselves and overcome their enemy.
Grant was near panic, although he’d never let the others know it. He hated being caged with a fiery passion. His palms were slick with sweat, and his breathing was shallow, but damned if he’d have a panic attack in front of Walker. He’d turned his fear into rage and directed it at the wolf. Rolling around on the ground biting and scratching had been better than falling apart. Now he scanned the top of the cliff wall and the morning sky overhead. Somewhere up there was the asshole who was playing with them like marionettes.
“Hey.” Sherrie was suddenly beside him, offering a bottle of water from the knapsack. “You look really pale. Sit down and rest.” She pressed her hand on his shoulder, and the warm contact distracted him from his apprehension. In two seconds flat, he went from near panic at the idea of being trapped to wanting her with a bone-shaking desire. His libido always ran hot, but his instant reaction to this woman was abnormal. More magic like the dream travel.
Grant stared down into her light green eyes then at her plump lower lip that beckoned him to kiss it. Obeying his instinct, he dipped his head to cover her soft mouth with his. Potent energy passed between them. He closed his eyes and drank it in—until a hard hand thumped his shoulder, pushing him away.
“Hey!” Walker stood between them, fists clenched.
Sherrie grabbed his arm. “It’s all right.” She put her hand on his cheek, drawing his attention to her face, and repeated softly, “It’s all right.”
Rising on her toes, she kissed the wolf, a light peck at first that soon became a deep, searching kiss. Grant’s already hard cock stiffened even more. He palmed his erection, squeezing lightly as he watched the hungry mashing of lips and tongue. Then he put a hand on Sherrie’s hip, completing the joining, and once again a powerful jolt crackled through all three of them, their energies entwining as well as their bodies.
