“Yes.” She whimpered. “Do something.”
“Mal, take her hands and hold them over her head.”
Malcolm moved forward, pulled her hands away from Viktor’s head, and drew her arms over her head.
She hissed at Malcolm, but he only chuckled. “Boss’s orders.”
Viktor refocused on Mysta. He returned to her breast, leaving love bites all over her flesh. She growled when he blew on the tightened peak but didn’t struggle. As a reward for not trying to curse Malcolm Viktor flicked, tapped, and circled her nipple slowly, watching her through slitted eyes as she writhed and moaned. He kissed his way over to the other nipple and repeated his actions.
“Like that? Want more or maybe less?”
“Viktor, damn it, suck my tits,” she gritted out through clenched teeth.
He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. She needed to say it, give permission, and he needed to hear it to reassure him that this wasn’t some crazy daydream. “Say please.”
He was amused to see outrage blaze in her eyes. It took a second for her features to relax. “Please,” she asked. Her tone was sweet and light, but the devil played in her eyes.
He chuckled. “As you wish, sweetheart.” He lowered his head, took her nipple between his teeth, and tugged on it gently. He sucked it into his mouth, flicking the tender bud with his tongue. He spent a few seconds on it, drawing out his attentions, then moved to the other peak. She rewarded him with inarticulate words and moans.
“Viktor, too much. Stop.” She wriggled away from his touch.
“Sorry.” Viktor trailed his touch down her stomach until he reached her belly button. He dipped his tongue into the well, swirling it around. Her hips bucked and rocked, but he didn’t let her make contact with his body. When she stopped struggling, and her pelvis was once more planted on the floor. He continued his journey, covering her torso in kisses, tracing up one curve of her side and down the other. He didn’t go in a specific order, nor did he have a plan. He just went with instinct savoring the sensation of being able to worship his goddess once more.
Malcolm murmured, “You are gorgeous, my goddess made flesh. I love your curves, every inch of you.” In between each praise he kissed up and down Mysta’s arms and over her face.
Mysta snarled, threatened, and begged, but neither man paid any attention to her words. Malcolm transferred his hold to one hand and used his other to massage her scalp. The small impulse only egged Viktor on. The fire within became a conflagration that enveloped his entire body.
With fast work he pulled off her boots and socks, then undid her belt buckle and her fly. He yanked her jeans off.
He traveled up her body, kissing, licking, and touching everything he could reach until her legs shook and her hips moved up and down. Her chest quivered, and she struggled against Malcolm, but he didn’t move or loosen his grip. Viktor was pleased his friend could take orders.
He moved back down her body. When he reached her mound, he paused and gazed up at her body until he could see both of them. “Malcolm, if it’s okay with Mysta, you can kiss her body but not her lips or her sex, understand?”
Malcolm grinned and nodded.
“I…” Mysta let out an impatient growl. “Just… Just…my body. Got it hellhound? Not my pussy or my lips, nothing else.” Her words came out strangled and breathy.
“Got it.” Malcolm planted kisses on her forehead and temple.
“Good, now eat my pussy, Viktor, or I’ll finish myself off.” Her heated black gaze pinned him in place. She strained against Malcolm’s hold.
He shook his head. “I’m in control here, sweetheart. If I say you get to have your pussy licked or eaten it will be done, but you give me control.” He waited for the protests.
Her unblinking gaze didn’t leave his face. If he weren’t used to it, it would have been unnerving.
“Fine, fine. Next time I get to be in control.” A dark brown eyebrow arched and amusement quirked her lips.
A wide grin spread across his mouth before he could stop himself. His heart swelled with happiness. She remembered. Maybe she didn’t realize that she’d uttered the words she always used after he’d been in charge.
“Yes.” He let out the single word on a huff of air.
“Good. Now make me come.” She lay her head down on the rug.
Viktor didn’t move.
Malcolm didn’t wait. He removed his shirt and leaned over her head so his mouth was positioned over her breasts. “I’m going to let go of your wrists, honey. I want to get a taste of your breasts. Just keep them over your head.”
Viktor let the sensation guide him in his actions. He lowered himself down until he could lie on his stomach between her legs. There was just enough space for him, but her boots and the fabric of her jeans dug into his skin. Viktor ignored them as he lapped and nibbled up one inner thigh and down the other and across her mound, pressing his lips to her overheated flesh. She was feverish and only getting hotter. He blew on her thickened nether lips. She moaned and bucked her hips forward as far as she could go. Viktor lifted his gaze and watched her while he took one slow lick. She whimpered and rocked her sex against his mouth but to no avail.
He repeated his actions on the other fold. With each lap he could taste the tang, the sweetness and saltiness of her juices. He parted her folds, exposing her clit. He blew on the thick nub. She groaned and squirmed. Malcolm held her still while he kissed the side of her breast. He whispered praises on her. “You’re so beautiful, Mys. So exquisite.”
“Please,” she moaned. She writhed as best she could.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” Viktor flicked the clit. He licked his way up from her dripping entrance back up to her distended button. His cock throbbed and sweat misted his forehead. Her body heat pressed against him, and his own need swirled within him. He ignored the throbbing of his cock and pulsing of his balls and continued to tease her, lapping at her pussy with slow flicks and licks. He ignored her clit and circled her entrance, refusing to give her the touch she needed the most.
“Viktor.” She wriggled under him. Her jeans scratched against his belly and legs, and the tips of her shoes dug into his sides. He brushed his discomfort aside and focused on her.
Malcolm’s teeth worried first one nipple and then the other. She gasped. Her body shook beneath him.
“Damn it, please,” she pleaded.
Viktor flicked her clit, tapping the head of the bundle of nerves. He returned to licking her pussy. When she tried to ride his tongue he stopped, grabbed her hips, and held her still.
“I’m in control. Stop. Moving.” Viktor wasn’t sure how much more he could deny himself the paradise of sinking into her wet, hot channel and making her orgasm.
She groaned. “Let me come.”
Malcolm bit her nipple hard and held on. Tears leaked down her cheek. Viktor wanted to kick himself. He should’ve asked for a safe word. He waited for her to say something to stop Malcolm.
Malcolm released the tender nub and lapped at it. Her body trembled, but she didn’t make any major movements. Viktor waited until she’d calmed down and stilled before he continued. To change things up he slipped one finger into her pussy, finding her soft, open, wet, and ready for his cock. He took his fingers out, then pushed them in farther, all the while circling and flicking her clit.
Viktor watched Malcolm lap and bite her other nipple as well. By the time she left the library she would be sore but happy; Malcolm would make sure of it. The more Viktor gave to her the less he cared whether he came or not. The buzz circling his body was an annoying gnat but not a pressing issue, and the ache in his balls, though irritating, wasn’t his biggest concern. He wanted her to have one of the best orgasms of her life. A glance at Malcolm showed he was on the same page.
“Good, Mysta. You look beautiful,” Malcolm murmured. “You’re gorgeous and doing fine.”
Viktor released her clit. “You are so beautiful, sweetheart, and strong and intelligent. I’ve missed you so muc
h, baby.” Every word came straight from the heart. In between words, he tapped her clit. “I’m going to fuck you now, and I want you to let go and come, okay?”
“Viktor, please, fuck me.” Emotion showed in her eyes: sadness, frustration, fear, hope, and a myriad of other sensations that tugged at his heart and moved him beyond words.
He needed to show her in any way he could.
He kissed his way down her leg until he reached the area where her jeans had gotten caught on the tops of her boots and removed her shoes. Next to go were her pants. Once he had her naked, he stripped and climbed on top of her as quickly as possible. He licked his lips. The remnants of her juices were still there: salty, sweet, earthy with a hint of something he could never identify. With a groan he kissed her and covered her body with his.
Her arms came down, and she threaded her fingers in his hair as he wrapped a leg around her waist and rubbed his cock against her wet slit. The drag of her damp flesh against his highly sensitive penis caused a wave to crest inside of him, ready to break. She broke the kiss and pinched his nipple. The pain zipped straight to his groin allowing some of the need to fade away, but it lingered still.
A tap on his shoulder got his attention. Malcolm handed him a silver foil packet. “You were gonna forget.” Malcolm was already sheathed.
An idea struck Viktor, a way to pay Mal back for everything he’d done for them in this time. “How would you feel about helping Mal out? Just your hand, nothing else.” Malcolm may need some help, but he’d get nothing else. Mysta belonged to him.
Malcolm chuckled. “I’m already prepared.” He held up a small bottle of lube.
For a moment Viktor could only stare.
“Boy scout?” A small smile played on Mysta’s lips.
“If hell had a troop I’d have been leader or whatever. I just keep lube around ’cause you never know when a door hinge gets squeaky or bed springs get too loud.” He squirted out some lube.
Despite Mysta’s sex already being soaked, Viktor wanted to make this as easy as possible. “Can I use some?”
Malcolm tossed him the container. He caught it and squeezed some of the unguent out onto his palm and pitched the container back. Malcolm grabbed it and flung it on a chair, then moved closer to Mysta.
They both stared at her.
“What?” She blinked at Viktor, confusion on her face.
“Will you help out Malcolm?” Viktor held back a chuckle.
“I… What? Uh…” She glanced over at Malcolm.
Pain was etched on Mal’s face. He continued to stroke his shaft. Beads of sweat bathed his face. His lips were pressed tight. Longing filled his eyes. “I-I don’t wanna come alone,” he muttered.
“Okay, this once.” She took hold of his cock and stroked it slowly. Malcolm groaned. His hips flexed back and forth.
Now that Malcolm was taken care of, Viktor focused back on Mysta. “Yes, my beautiful one, I will fuck you now.”
He reached down and positioned himself at her entrance. The flared head of his cock slipped in. He withdrew, then began thrusting forward and pulling out over and over again, giving her a chance to get used to his girth.
“Oh goddess, so much better than my vibrator. I’ve missed you so much.” Her vaginal walls rippled round him, gripping him tight. He groaned as pleasure zinged up his spine.
Viktor withdrew and slammed home. Mysta met each thrust with one of her own. He lowered his head and nibbled and tugged on her lips as he fucked her, slow and steady, stilling just long enough for her to calm down before he drilled her again, hard and fast. He pulled his head away slightly to watch the emotions play across her face.
“Play with your clit, sweetheart,” he ordered. He wanted her to come as hard as she could, to get as much pleasure as possible.
He waited for her to comply. Her free hand moved against his groin. He pulled out and eased in again, peppering her neck with kisses. The tide rose once more as energy and magic zipped along his arms, over his back, and up her legs and ruffled through his hair. A fourth presence—the combination of all of their magics—appeared something bigger and familiar with them, driving them on. The energy from the being gripped his hips and guided them, pushing them faster, deeper.
“Please! So close.” Her body shook beneath him. He could feel her tighten. He eased his pace and pulled out, holding both of them on the precipice, waiting for her to come down.
“For fuck’s sake, damn you! Fuck me,” she growled. Her eyes flashed with fire and scales of copper, cream, dark brown, and bronze rippled over her sweat-misted skin.
His fox rose up, and the shift took hold. Blond and white fur slipped over his arms. The scent of fox musk, sunshine, and earth filled the air to mix with spicy perfume. His jaw ached as his teeth reformed into sharpened points. The urge to bite and mark took hold. He dipped his head and gave into the impulse. His teeth punctured her delicate flesh, and blood flooded his mouth. His tongue lapped at the wounds as his hips pushed forward. He went faster, deeper, fucked her harder as the tide rose up inside of him. Electricity circled his balls, slipped down his legs, up his spine, and around his head until he couldn’t hold the pressure anymore and came. Her vaginal walls tightened around him, pulsing as they milked him of his seed. Bliss rushed over him and white noise filled his ears, but he didn’t release her shoulder until the energy left him, and he needed to move, or he would end up crushing her. With one last lap, he let go.
The shift receded until he was a human again. On shaky limbs he moved to the side of her and curled up next to her on the rug.
Viktor reached out to caress Mysta. His hand ghosted over her chest, the tips of her breasts, over her stomach, and down one hip. He didn’t stop touching her until her muscles relaxed and her breathing had calmed. Mysta turned her head to stare at him.
Malcolm was panting, moisture covered his body, and his skin was flushed as he lay on his side. “Thank you,” he murmured.
For a second Viktor didn’t understand why he was being thanked. “What?”
“For including me.”
“Welcome,” Mysta grunted.
“I know.” Mal bowed his head.
They lay there for a while, Malcolm settled against a chair, his chest moving up and down, and Mysta lying supine next to him. All Viktor could think of was getting Mysta alone and doing this all over again. He looked forward to letting her have control, seeing what her creative mind could come up with. For now he reached out and grabbed her hand, holding it and wishing there was no way he could let her go. When Malcolm moved around, he didn’t even glance over. All he cared about in the world was keeping Mysta by his side for a little bit longer.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Malcolm rose, pulled on his jeans and shirt, and grabbed the bottle of Guinness. “Well, that was fun. We must do it again some time. Thank you for allowing me to take part. Mysta, darling, I’ll be in touch.” He turned and disappeared down an aisle.
Mysta lay on the floor, sucking air in and out as her heartbeat tried to slow. Her shoulder ached where Viktor had bitten her again. Her nipples were sore from Malcolm’s teeth. Her pussy continued to pulse as the last of her arousal abated. The remnants of Malcolm’s and Viktor’s Lunar Lusts throbbed through her body.
Her blood cooled, and her body followed suit. Her inner snake hissed, fully satisfied. She could feel her scales ripple along her flesh as the animal made a reappearance. Snake shifters changed when the need to defend was necessary or during intense emotional situations, sex included. It was letting her know it was there and satiated.
With a sigh she glanced over at Viktor. He sat against the chair, staring at her. Only a strip of green eye showed between his heavy eyelids.
Being with him again reminded her of why he was so damn dangerous to her. He made her careless, reckless. She didn’t think, couldn’t. Everything became about him. Was this what it meant to be mates? An icy finger of fear traced down her spine.
Viktor brushed a strand of hair off of her forehead
. “Hey. What are you thinking?”
“I enjoyed this. Don’t think I didn’t. I just want to say I take my responsibilities as a familiar very seriously.”
Viktor sat up. “I know, Mysta.”
“It bothers me that you thought my family forced me into anything. You didn’t ask me. You assumed without any true knowledge.”
Viktor opened his mouth, but she didn’t give him a chance to rebuke her. “You never listened to me when I tried to explain. You heard what you wanted to hear. And familiars don’t have mates. How many times do I have to tell you that?” She wanted to gain some space to go over what had just happened between them.
Viktor sighed and moved closer to her with only a thin space between them. “I believe it no matter what you say. Okay, fine, maybe, maybe, I had my ideas about your family. Maybe, now you can explain it to me. Your family isn’t here, and there’s no need to worry about becoming a familiar anymore. You can explain it to me. Now that I have you and you’ve given me this beautiful gift again I won’t give up on you.” He traced a finger over the curve of her cheek and down her neck.
Stubborn man.
“But will you listen?” She ran her hand through her hair. “If you want anything to happen with us, here, now, you need to be open but so do I…”
He gazed down at her with such love and devotion it stole her breath away. Old fears rose up. Her heartbeat picked up, and her head swam. She couldn’t breathe past the growing lump of emotion in her throat. The world closed around her. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed. He wouldn’t budge.
“I’m not going anywhere, Mys. I love you, honey, and I’m willing to do anything to make this work, to show you.” Adoration darkened his green eyes. Amber glinted in their depths. His fox was present.
“Vik—” She pushed again. It was like pushing against a boulder.
“Do you hear me? I won’t leave you, and I won’t let you get away from me again.”
“I hear you. Now can you please move? Please. I need…” His closeness was eroding her willpower.
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