“Zetia, this may hurt,” Vikter said, his voice harsh with his own aching desire.
“Do it, please,” she gasped, gripping Lance and Hunt so tightly that her knuckles were white.
Vikter groaned with relief as he thrust forward, tearing through her hymen and burying himself deeply inside her. Honey gasped at the brief, sharp pain. But the pain lasted for only a moment before giving way to the inexpressible pleasure of having Vikter buried deeply within her. She arched her back in an unconscious effort to take him more deeply.
Vikter gave her what her body clearly wanted, pulling almost all the way out, then thrusting deeply into her again, glorying in the hot, wet, clasp of her body around him. He quickly lost himself to the pleasure, pounding into her deeper, faster, harder, her hips rising to meet his stroke for stroke. Almost before he knew it he was struggling not to climax, determined that she reach her peak first. He found her slippery, throbbing clit, and grasped it between two fingers. He stroked it firmly as he pounded deep, giving it a quick, firm pinch as he slammed himself as deeply he could. Honey’s entire body tensed, her back arching sharply as her head went back, her mouth open in a silent scream as her climax crashed into her. Vikter came with a roar, filling her with his hot seed, his entire body jerking with each spurt of his cock.
When his orgasm ended, he leaned forward, holding himself above her with his arms as he lowered his head to kiss her deeply. Honey shivered, her nipples hard points against his chest as she returned his kiss with heat and passion, as though she hadn’t yet climaxed at all. She stared into his eyes for a moment, her worry obvious.
“Don’t worry, zetia,” he said as he withdrew from her body and took Hunt’s place beside her. Only then did she realize that Hunt had released her hand and left, and she looked around frantically for him.
“Easy, ahora,” Hunt said as he climbed onto the bed where Vikter had been. “I’m right here.”
Honey relaxed a little, but she was still confused. Why did she still feel so needy?
“You need all of us, zetia,” Vikter said as he began caressing her breast. Honey stared at him for a moment, then relaxed in understanding. As they were made to have one woman between them, apparently she was made to need all three of them.
“Are you ready?” Hunt asked.
“Yes,” she replied breathlessly.
Hunt grasped her hips and entered her in one long stroke, not stopping until he was completely engulfed within her hot, tight flesh. Honey arched her back in pleasure.
“More,” she gasped. Hunt frowned. Vikter glanced at Lance who shook his head. They hadn’t used pheromones on her. This was her own, natural need. The knowledge caused Hunt to shudder with excitement even as he drew back, then slammed home again, setting up a deep strong rhythm that Honey clearly needed. Her soft moans of pleasure after every stroke had him ready to climax far too soon, but he couldn’t help it. She was too hot, too sweet, too delicious, and they had waited for her for too long. His only problem was that he didn’t want to come until Honey did, but he was getting desperate.
Vikter reached over and grasped Honey’s clit between his fingers as he had before, knowing that she needed the extra stimulation. He stroked it as Hunt continued to pound into her faster and faster, harder and harder. Finally, Hunt could bear it no longer. He buried himself deep and threw back his head with a deep, growling roar of release. At that moment, Vikter pinched Honey’s clit, throwing her over the edge and into another muscle wrenching orgasm along with Hunt.
A few short minutes later Honey caught her breath as her muscles relaxed, but she still needed more. She needed Lance. She looked down to see Hunt withdraw from her and roll over to her side. He kissed her, hot and deep, his tongue claiming hers. When he raised his head she was held by his gaze for a long moment before he leaned down to swipe at her nipple with his tongue.
Lance took Hunt’s place and her body shivered, her need as bright and hot now as it had been for Vikter earlier. She arched her hips toward him, almost desperate to have him inside of her.
“Please,” she gasped.
Lance placed his cock at her entrance and entered her slowly. She was so hot, so wet, so unbelievably soft that he instantly worried that he would come too soon. Then she arched against him, and he thought no more as he gave her what they both wanted and needed.
He thrust harder and faster, using long, deep strokes, groaning with his own pleasure as Honey’s hips rose to meet his. He reached down and began squeezing her clit in time with his thrusts. Honey gasped, her hips jerking with each squeeze, until he couldn’t last any longer. He pulled himself almost all the way out, then pinched her clit firmly between his fingers and drove himself home.
Their bodies strained together in simultaneous orgasm, Honey’s hot pussy clamping down around him, his jerking cock filling her with his hot seed, blending with Vikter’s and Hunt’s, providing Honey with what she needed to satisfy her desperate arousal. This time, when her orgasm began to ease up, she no longer felt the burning need for more. Her body, mind and heart were satisfied now. She closed her eyes and sighed softly, more relaxed, more at peace, and happier than she’d ever thought possible. When she drifted off to sleep a few moments later, she still wore a smile on her face.
“I will never allow myself to forget a single moment of that,” Vikter whispered as he watched Honey sleep.
“Nor will I,” Lance said. “I had no idea it would be like that. I had no idea anything could be like that.”
“I always wondered what it was that caused a male-set to gaze at the woman they loved the way they did,” Hunt said, running a lock of Honey’s long, golden brown hair through his fingers. “I understood that they loved her, and I understood the physical aspect as well. But I never understood how the two came together, the emotional and the physical, to form something entirely new. There is no word for it. I wonder why that is.”
“Can you think of a word that would fully encompass the way you feel in your body, heart and mind at this moment?” Vikter asked.
“No, I cannot,” Hunt replied, laying the lock of hair down gently. “Even if such a word existed, I cannot believe that it would not be enough.”
Vikter smiled as Hunt got off the bed and went into the adjoining bathroom. He returned a moment later with several warm, damp cloths which he shared with his brothers. This was a special ritual, caring for their Arima together for the first time, and they took their time with it, cleansing her body and checking to make sure that she was well, that they had caused her no harm. When they were finished Vikter laid down on the bed and pulled Honey over on top of him, cradling her head on his chest. Hunt and Lance lay down beside them, each placing an arm around Honey. Relaxed and at peace, they dozed off with their Arima sheltered lovingly between them.
***
Aisling Gryphon stretched up on her tip-toes to give Olaf a quick kiss, then took two running steps and leapt upward. Her arms shifted into wings, and her head became that of an eagle, but her human feet hit the ground before she finished her transformation. Without pausing she leapt upward again, completing her shift from humanoid female to the half eagle, half lion form of her gryphon.
“Not bad, Bilara,” Olaf said, already flying beside her.
“I still touched the ground,” Aisling grumbled. “I just can’t seem to shift fast enough.”
“Give it time,” Rand said from her other side. “We’ve been doing this for seven hundred years, beloved. You’ve only just begun shifting.”
“I’m pretty sure I mentioned somewhere along the line that I’m not particularly patient,” Aisling said. “I have no intention of waiting seven hundred years to get this right.”
“How about seven months?” Rudy suggested with a strong impression of humor.
Aisling thought about that for a moment. “Nope, that won’t work,” she said, following Olaf as he began to descend toward the lawn in front of the Council Complex.
“Seven months is not unreasonable,” Olaf said. “Y
ou ask too much of yourself, Bilara.”
“That’s not the problem,” Aisling replied.
“Do you want to try shifting as you land?” Rudy asked.
“No, not today,” Aisling replied, surprising her Rami greatly.
“What is wrong?” Olaf demanded as he landed, shifting into his humanoid form as his feet touched the thick, blue grass.
Aisling didn’t reply. Instead she focused on landing, her four broad leonine paws hitting the ground lightly. Once she was firmly on the ground, she shifted, barely noticing the concerned expressions of her guys as they crowded around her.
“Tell us, please,” Olaf said, his entire body tensing with worry at the strange expression on Aisling’s face. When she raised her green eyes and he saw the glowing golden ring that appeared when she was happy, he relaxed. A little. He still couldn’t read the expression on her face.
“You guys aren’t going to believe what I just found out,” she said in a very calm tone. “In fact, I’m pretty sure I don’t believe it. Although, I should believe it since my gryphon told me, and I can’t imagine she’d lie to me. She wouldn’t, would she?”
“No, your gryphon would not lie to you,” Olaf said, faintly surprised he was able to follow what Aisling was saying. “What is it that she told you?”
“Well, I’m not sure you guys are going to like this,” Aisling said. “In fact, I have a feeling you won’t like it at all. Rather, you won’t like the timing. I think you’ll like it, except for the timing. The more I think on it, the more sure I am that...,”
“Please, bilara,” Olaf said, interrupting her gently. “If you do not tell us what you’re talking about, I’m going to carry you inside and ask Elder Vulpiran to treat you for shock.”
“There’s no need to be threatening,” Aisling retorted, her eyes narrowing. Olaf sighed, and Aisling gave in. “Okay, all right, I’ll say it, it’s just not that easy to tell three men all at once that they’re about to become fathers. I mean, who does that? Okay, dumb question, Jasani do that, I know, but you gotta admit it’s not...,”
Aisling stopped speaking mid-sentence when Olaf pressed a finger to her lips. She looked up to see Olaf, Rand and Rudy all staring at her intently.
“You are pregnant?” Rudy asked.
Since Olaf’s finger was still against her lips, she nodded.
“You are certain?” Rand asked.
She rolled her eyes. Hadn’t she just gone through this? Since her gryphon had told her, she figured it was probably true.
“How long?” Olaf asked. She rolled her eyes again.
“Boys or girls?” Rand asked.
She reached up and pulled Olaf’s finger from her lips. “My gryphon told me that I shouldn’t try learning anything new for seven months because if I fell or hurt myself, I might hurt the babies. I asked her what babies. She said our babies. End of discussion. You want more information than that, then we’re going to have to go inside that building behind you. You want to stand here and ask more questions, I think I’ll go inside anyway, and leave you to it.”
“Why would you think we wouldn’t want to be fathers?” Olaf asked as though she hadn’t said a word.
“I know you want to be fathers,” she replied. “It’s the timing I’m worried about.”
“What difference does the timing make?” Rudy asked.
“A lot is going on right now,” Aisling said. “The task force leaving for Onddo, the meeting coming up in the Hidden City.” She paused for a moment. “You did set that up, right?”
“Yes, we set that up,” Olaf said. “But what does one thing have to do with the other?”
Aisling sighed. She didn’t really want to bring this up, but she wasn’t going to lie. “You know that I am going to do my best to convince the Dracons, and anyone else that will listen, that going to war against the Narrasti is not a good idea. You three don’t agree with me, to put it mildly. Knowing how you feel, I figure you’re not going to be happy with me for awhile, so maybe children isn’t a good idea at the moment.”
Much to her surprise all three of her men smiled down at her. “Bilara, do you believe, even for a moment, that such a thing as a simple difference of opinion would ever be allowed to come between us?”
“I’m not sure I’d call this a simple difference of opinion,” Aisling said. “It’s a lot deeper than that.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Olaf said. “We would never allow this, nor anything else to come between us. We love you, but we do not expect that we will always agree with each other on every subject. I fail to see how such a thing is even possible.”
“Our feelings about the Narrasti have nothing to do with our relationship with you, beloved,” Rand said. “You are a beautiful, intelligent woman and we would not want you to be other than you are. It is natural that we will think differently.”
“Have we done, or said, anything to make you think we are angry with you concerning this matter?” Rudy asked.
“No, actually, you haven’t,” Aisling said. “I’m just very worried it will happen. So much so that I’ve considered dropping the issue.”
“We do not want you to do that,” Olaf said. He looked at Rand, then Rudy, who both nodded, before looking back at Aisling with a smile. “We were not going to tell you this just yet, but now seems the best time for it.”
“For what?” Aisling asked warily.
“Our opinion concerning the Narrasti is deeply ingrained in us due to centuries of belief,” Olaf said. “It was not easy for us to change our thinking, but you have convinced us that there is reason to reconsider warring with the Narrasti without attempting discussions with them first.”
Aisling looked into Olaf’s olive green eyes for a long moment, then Rand’s dark brown eyes, and Rudy’s light golden brown eyes. She saw nothing there but love, respect, and concern. “Sons,” she said in a low voice, her hands going to her flat stomach. “We’re going to have sons. But I warn you, they’re not going to have the olive green hair of their fathers.”
“Please say they’ll have your dark red hair,” Rand said, reaching out to run his fingers over a long lock of hair laying over her shoulder.
“Yes, that’s it,” she said, a distant expression in her eyes. “They’ll have my hair, but there eyes will be like yours. They’re going to be so much like you guys it’s going to make you crazy. But they’ll be good men. Just like their fathers.”
“How long before we get to meet them?” Rudy asked.
“Nine months,” she said, focusing on the present once again. “It just happened.”
“Yesterday,” Olaf said. “It happened yesterday, didn’t it?”
“Yes, it did,” Aisling replied.
“Bilara, how do you know what they will look like?” Olaf asked.
“My gryphon told me,” she said. Olaf, Rand and Rudy gathered around her, holding her close between them for a long moment.
“Aren’t you ever coming inside?” Elder Vulpiran demanded impatiently from the doorway.
Olaf laughed as they gave each other a quick squeeze, then broke apart. “We may not,” he said. “We’ve just learned the best news of our long lives and might decide to go back home to bask in it for awhile.”
“So you are to be fathers?” Elder Vulpiran asked with a grin. The Gryphons didn’t have to reply. The expressions on their faces were answer enough. “Well, we’ve got some news to share as well, so before you leave, come in here.”
“What news?” Olaf asked as they walked toward the entrance.
“Michael Davis is here, and he’s broken the spectrum puzzle,” Elder Vulpiran said once they were inside and the door closed behind them.
“And?” Olaf asked.
“And you will not believe what he found,” Elder Vulpiran replied, enjoying the moment. “Come on, hurry up, you’re truly not going to believe it until you actually see it.”
***
Honey opened her eyes slowly, enjoying the feel of hot, firm male skin all around her, knowing
before she opened her eyes who was where. Vikter lay beneath her, Lance to her left, Hunt on the right.
“How you feeling, ahora?” Hunt asked.
“Wonderful,” she replied, with a sleepy smile. Her stomach rumbled and Vikter chuckled, his chest bouncing beneath her cheek.
“And hungry?” Lance asked from behind her.
She turned her head to smile at him. “Yes, very. But I think I want a shower first.”
“Great idea,” Vikter said. She felt his arms go around her just before he sat up, clasping her carefully against him. He climbed off the bed and started walking toward the bathroom
“I can walk,” she said.
“Not right now, you can’t,” he replied smugly.
She considered arguing with him, but since they were already in the bathroom, she didn’t see much point to it. He set her on her feet in front of a gigantic shower and kissed her before releasing her.
“You have the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen,” Hunt said, reaching over to run his fingers through it. “It’s like silk.”
“Why do you hide it all of the time?” Lance asked as he bent to retrieve fresh towels from a cabinet.
“I don’t hide it,” she argued. “I just keep it up out of the way. I’m a doctor and lots of hair all over the place does not give a good impression to the patients.”
“I see your point,” Vikter said. “But we would ask that when you aren’t being a doctor, perhaps you could let it down. For us.”
Honey rolled her eyes. “You guys like long hair, huh?”
“Oh yes,” Hunt said. “I can’t wait to see what it feels like to have this long, silky hair slide across my body.”
“You should try washing it sometime,” Honey said. “Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn’t cut it. It takes so much time and effort to wash it, dry it, comb it out. Sometimes it’s a real pain.”
She felt their sudden shock and looked up to see that Vikter, Lance and Hunt were all staring at her in something very close to horror. “Please, zetia, promise us that you will not cut your hair,” Vikter said.
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