by Em Ashcroft
“Breed partners are tuned to each other’s frequencies,” CJ said. He crossed the kitchen to her. “That’s the best way I can explain it. You know we can talk telepathically?”
“Duh,” she said. “Everybody knows that.”
CJ huffed a laugh. “Yeah, I guess they do, now. It’s taking some getting used to. That’s for sure. That everybody knows, I mean.”
Sam didn’t speak to CJ. This had to come from him, but he was fucking it up. Her tension got to him, and he turned around. “Look, if this is all too much for you, tell us. I can take you back to the hotel. I’m sure we can find a way.”
“No!” Her response came on the heels of his words, right from her instincts. “I want to understand.”
Sam picked up the plates. “Shall we go through?” An idea struck him. “How about we watch a movie? We bought the latest superhero one last week, and we haven’t watched it yet. Are you into that?”
Her laugh rang out. “You guys watch superhero movies?”
“Why not?” CJ demanded. “Everybody needs some escapist fun sometimes.”
“Yes, I guess you do. Okay.”
Sam breathed out in relief, but although he longed for her to stay, he had to be sure she wanted this. All of it. “We have guest rooms you can use, too.”
“Thanks.” She sounded subdued now.
“Though I don’t want you to,” Sam continued.
“Yeah.” That sounded a bit lighter.
A movie would give them something else to concentrate on and give them an excuse to sit together. And he’d make damn sure she sat between him and his breedmate. A genius. That was what he was.
He followed the other two to the den, where they had their entertainment system set up. A couple of squashy sofas, some footstools, and a long, low coffee table provided a comfortable place to watch the big screen. Sam distributed the plates and put the platters of pizza slices on the table while CJ set up the movie. Soon they were sitting, as Sam had imagined, side by side on the big black leather sofa in the semi-darkness, their wine glasses filled and the superheroes beating seven shades of shit out of each other on the screen.
This movie didn’t exactly demand a lot of attention. CJ had adjusted the volume so they could hear each other speak. Normally, they preferred blast-your-eardrums-out volume, but tonight, the movie wasn’t the center of attention. Rachel was.
For the first half-hour, past the opening scene of mayhem and the quieter, setting-up-of-the-plot scenes, they ate and drank and exchanged few words. After the pizzas had gone, Sam stacked the plates and shoved them to the end of the table. CJ was a neatnik, but left to himself, Sam could let plates fester for days. Not that anyone allowed him to these days. Their housekeeper came in twice a week and tidied everything ruthlessly, always complaining that Sam’s room was the worst. Since she’d visited yesterday, his bedroom was pretty much in order. One of the characters in the movie made a comment about shape-shifters.
“I wish I could shift into something else. That’d be cool. And I wouldn’t have to listen to you guys.”
They laughed, as if the notion was ridiculous. “I do it with science,” the sarcastic superhero onscreen said.
“Huh,” said CJ. “Sounds as if they don’t believe it.”
“Some people don’t,” Sam reminded him. “The world has some crazy people in it. If we stripped and shape-shifted in front of them, they’d say it was a conjuring trick.”
CJ snorted. “Sure.”
“They really do,” Rachel put in. “I’ve met a couple. We ran a story on one of those closed communities last year. Chelsea wanted them to pose for a fashion shoot, but they weren’t having any of it. They said the cameras contained demons and repeating their image was sinful.”
CJ grunted. “Stupid fucks.”
“It takes all sorts.” Sam tried to deal with antagonism by ignoring it. If it got in his face, then he’d deal with it, but not before. “These guys are just stupid.”
“No, they’re explaining the plot. It’s the scriptwriters who were stupid. But hey, the fights are good,” CJ said. He moved, stretching his arm across the back of the sofa behind Rachel’s head. She didn’t move, but a touch of tension told Sam she’d noticed. His dick, lulled by the food and the movie up until now, twitched. He no longer wondered why he was so turned on by the thought of Rachel with CJ. He must be a twisted voyeur. That was all there was to it.
The action moved to a love scene, but a mild one. Everybody kept their clothes on. But the sight of the two actors kissing pushed Sam to make his move. He touched her shoulder, and when she turned her head, he kissed her.
When she didn’t flinch away, he slid his hand around her waist. He wanted to keep this gradually, but it was damned hard. Would she take him? Would she take them?
Chapter Five
When Sam kissed her, Rachel’s first instinct was to back off, but immediately, her honesty came to her rescue. She wanted this, really wanted it. She couldn’t remember a time before when she was so eager to get it on with a guy. This one, in particular, drew her. When CJ had laid his arm on the sofa, she didn’t kid herself that he was just stretching out, but he didn’t touch her, so maybe he was.
Did she want this? Hell if she knew.
That was when she decided to go with it. The glass of wine she’d drunk added a pleasant glow to her mood, although she was far from tipsy. Pleasantly relaxed maybe, but no more than that. She cupped Sam’s jaw, the tiny prickles of his incipient beard prickling her palm. When he licked her lips, traced their outline with his tongue, she opened for him, and he plunged inside.
The moan came from CJ.
Incredibly, the sound heightened her arousal.
She trusted Sam to take care of her, not to force her to do anything she wasn’t onboard with, but tension rose and filled her with anticipation. She wanted to see how far she could go. She’d had enough of fitting her private life in between working hours that only grew longer and longer.
Sam took his time with her, kissing her softly, slowly increasing passion until they were engaged in open-mouthed, lascivious desire. His lips returned to hers time and again, delving deeper, his tongue plunging, licking, and tasting.
Eventually, after a period of time she couldn’t assess, he lifted his head. His mouth was red and full, most likely mirroring her own. “I could kiss you all night,” he said, his breath soft and intimate against her mouth. “But I think someone else wants a taste. How do you feel about that?”
“Yes,” she said immediately. “If that’s okay with you.”
He laughed, the sound shakily out of control. “Okay? It’s perfect, honey. I feel different about you. I want to see my breed partner with you, to watch you and enjoy you. But if you’re not into it, I want you anyway.”
The words should have embarrassed her, but they didn’t. Beside her, CJ stayed absolutely still. “If I say no, you’ll stop?”
Both men grunted, and then CJ said, “Anything you want. If you need me to go, I will.”
No, she didn’t want that. Her revulsion told her so, and she only just stopped herself yelling, “No!” Instead, she pressed a kiss to Sam’s lips and then turned around. “Come and get me.” She tried for an alluring smile, but before she could, CJ was on her.
He swept her up on to his lap, his erection rigid against her ass and leaned up to kiss her.
CJ felt different, harder. This man took no prisoners. He ground his mouth against hers, desperation feeding from him to her, feeding her need for him. He whirled her into a maelstrom of sensation, his spread hands roaming her back, rucking up the fabric of her T-shirt. When his fingers touched her bare flesh, she shivered, the stroke affecting every part of her, raising tingles on her skin.
Another hand stroked her lower back. Oh fuck, it was Sam. His hands were just as callused, but they felt different. She’d know them both in the dark, already sensitized to their touch. She moaned into CJ’s mouth, and he purred back, the sound more feline than human.
; She jerked her head up. “You’re not going tiger?”
CJ’s expression was soft, his eyes warm. “I won’t do that unless you want me to. I can show you, if you like. In any form, I’ll want you, though I’m not into interspecies sex.”
She laughed shakily.
“I want that top off,” Sam said. “Take it off, Rachel. Show us.”
With trembling hands, she gripped her T-shirt and pulled it off over her head, wishing she’d worn something other than a plain cotton bra. Before she could deal with it, Sam unfastened it for her, with a swift and skilled twist of his fingers. The tension went lax, which was more than she could say for her body.
Together, the men helped her off with her bra. CJ pulled the straps down her arms, the hard pads on his hands scraping her skin deliciously. His gaze fixed on her chest then slid lower to her breasts as they were revealed. Sam pushed his hands under her arms, cupping her breasts from underneath, plumping them up for CJ’s inspection.
CJ licked his lips. “So beautiful,” he murmured. Slowly he leaned forward. At the last minute, he flicked his gaze up to her face, just before his mouth settled on her peaked nipple.
Rachel let out a long sigh as CJ curled his tongue around her nipple and sucked, dragging a cry from her.
“Good?” Sam asked.
“Oh yes. So good.”
“Having fun, isn’t he?” Sam eased her back so she leaned against his chest. His bare chest. His strength surrounded her, holding her steady to allow his breed partner to suck and tease. Sam covered her other breast with his hand, massaging and tweaking, pulling at her nipple.
She couldn’t go back now. Even the thought sent revulsion shuddering through her. Or was that what the men were doing to her?
Sam eased her back farther until she lay across his lap with her breasts on full display. CJ followed, not releasing her for one second. He nibbled, tasted and sucked, making sounds that reverberated through her. Sam bent to kiss her lips. Rachel curved her hand around his neck, holding him close.
CJ released her breast with a wet pop and got to his feet, laying her legs on the sofa. He was back before she had time to wonder what he was going. Sam tasted her deeply while CJ lifted her legs and resumed his position under her. Except he undid the buttons of her fly and eased her out of her jeans. That took a little time, and because her pants were too tight, her panties came with them. He stopped halfway, and she was afraid that he’d stop and leave her trapped. Her jeans weren’t down far enough for her to spread her legs.
CJ groaned. “Oh, baby, you look good. Bare suits you.”
She hardly thought about it. Didn’t everybody have their pubes waxed? Every woman she knew did, and some of the men, too. Being around models had given her a strange sense of normality.
CJ pressed the flat of his hand on her mound. “Fuck, that feels good.” He removed it, leaving heat burning through her, her juices seeping along her pussy. “I can smell you,” he said, his voice reverent. He moved, but since Sam was still kissing her, she couldn’t see what he was up to. He dragged off her boots and finished stripping her.
Naked. She was naked with two half-dressed cowboy. Every fantasy she’d had came to life, and at last, she could open her legs.
A pair of hands helped her, gripping her ankles and dragging them apart.
“Oh, baby,” CJ said. “You smell so good, so right. Exactly what I need right now.”
The sound from the TV stopped abruptly, the silence closing in on her before CJ put his mouth on her cunt.
She cried out and jerked up, pressing against his mouth, and she heard it, right in her mind. Gooood.
He couldn’t have said that, could he? He had his mouth full. His tongue gathered up her juices. He stroked her, smoothing his hands up her sides and then over her breasts to sweep down and tuck them under her ass. He held her in the palms of his hands, eating her out with all the fervor she could want. And then some.
Unabashed, he slurped and licked, sucking voraciously. He opened his mouth over her clit.
She screamed into Sam’s mouth, but he didn’t stop kissing her. Two tongues, two men, sweeping deep, lapping her up. That purr came again, rumbling through her whole body. Unable to control her reactions, she squirmed and moaned.
At last, Sam lifted his head. His eyes, hot and aroused, went to her pussy. “Beautiful,” he said, just as his partner had. “That cunt was made for us. Look at that little clit, pink and cheeky, peeking at us.” He cupped her breasts, massaging and pulling at the tips until they were tightly furled and darkened. “Tits to die for. Except we’re not going to do that just yet. You’re doing great, honey. Keep going.”
She kept her gaze on Sam’s, heat sweeping through her. He smiled. “Look,” he said. “Look at CJ. Is it good, honey?”
“So good.” She didn’t know where to begin to describe what he was doing. A wave of shyness overcame her, and she wanted to hide her head, just let them do what they wanted to her.
Sam jerked his chin. “Look.”
Swallowing, she lowered her gaze, slowly, and saw.
CJ was eating her out with an abandon she’d never seen before, as if he’d been starving to death before he’d started on her. He lapped her pussy lips then went back to sucking her clit before he took one hand off her thigh and pushed a finger deep inside her. So fucking deep. He slid it in and out, moving it around in her slippery heat, and then he added another.
With a strangled sound, she reached up, needing to get hold of something. Sam gripped her hands and pulled them over her head, pressing a kiss to each palm. She couldn’t take her gaze from CJ now that she’d looked. His chin scraped against the sensitive skin of her thigh, adding to the sensations rioting through her body.
“That cunt is made for us,” Sam said with such conviction she could believe it.
“Both of you?” Her smile wavered, but it was there.
What was she doing, lying here with two men? She must be more innocent than she’d thought. Since she’d left home, she’d worked to the exclusion of almost everything else, no time to play, much less time for kinky play. Was this kinky? It was normal for CJ and Sam—shape-shifters.
Sensation spiked through her body, increasing in intensity, joining up until her body was one screaming need. Still she didn’t come. “Please, oh, please!” She moved, unable to keep still, but CJ held her steady while he sent a riot of sensations through her, keeping her on the edge. How the fuck was he doing that?
As if she’d spoken, he lifted his head and answered her, resting his chin on her mound. God, he looked so sexy like that! He kept his fingers inside her, rotating them and pushing them deeper.
“I can feel you, baby. It’s a kind of empathy. I can sense your mood and how far off you are. You ain’t coming until one of us is inside you.” He glanced at Sam. “You first. I want to watch.”
He withdrew his fingers, making her groan in dismay, and got to his feet, staring down at her. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”
The rustle of clothing came from her left when Sam stood too, leaving her alone, lying on the sofa, legs spread wide and juices leaking from her slit. Sam was getting undressed. CJ kept his jeans on, but the ridge of his erection pressed hard against his fly. Shit, he looked enormous. Did shape-shifters have bigger cocks?
She was about to find out.
Sam came into her field of vision. Rachel’s eyes went wide when she saw that column of muscle that reared up between his legs. A brief wave of panic rose and then was gone, as if soothed away by an unseen hand. Sam gripped his cock and held out his other hand. CJ slapped a foil packet into it. Did they make condoms large enough?
It seemed they did. He smoothed the rubber over all that straining flesh and came down to her. He knelt between her legs, gazing at her pussy. Far beyond embarrassment now, she bathed in his appreciation. Reaching down, she spread her pussy lips for him, her fingers slipping on the wetness.
“Honey, I knew it. You’re for me, Rachel.”
She was,
she couldn’t deny it. “Then fuck me, Sam.”
At last, after a year, she was about to get her wish.
He slid his cock against her crease, a bulbous invader, but one she welcomed. Flicking a glance to her right, she saw CJ watching intently, hands on hips, powerful shoulders and broad chest on blatant display. The tip lodged in her opening. Sam pushed, and wet though she was, she couldn’t take him in. CJ moved to sit behind her, lifting her shoulders onto his leg so she could see what Sam was doing. Sweat beaded on Sam’s forehead and he eased in a little more. Her cunt stretched wide, and she gasped, but she held still and let him push in some more.
A sense of release flooded through her as he went past the opening and pushed inside. He tunneled into her, relentlessly sliding within her, seemingly endlessly. He slid past the neck of her womb, deep inside, to a place she hadn’t been aware of before.
His pubic hair nudged the bare skin of her pussy, added a prickling sensation to the full-to-bursting deliciousness of his possession. He owned her right now. He could do what he wanted, and she wouldn’t care.
“Don’t stop. Please.”
“Hey, we need to take it easy.” He groaned low in his throat. “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re pure honey, hot and irresistible.”
A faint sound came from CJ. He had his hand in his open fly, but he wasn’t jacking off. He was holding his cock, pressing at the base to stop himself from coming.
Then Sam moved, and her world came apart. He pulled nearly out and then back in, a slow, deliberate stroke that pushed her so close to the edge she hovered there, waiting.
He stopped and glanced down at where they joined and then up at her face. He said nothing, but his eyes burned her, singed her into a crisp of needy desire.
“Fuck me.”
“If you don’t think that’s what I’m doing, then I’m doing it wrong.” With a tight grin, he pulled out again then pushed deep. “You’re ready.”
Of course she was fucking ready. She wanted to yell at him, but as she opened her mouth, he thrust and slammed into her, their bodies slapping together. Instead of yelling, Rachel howled, an animalistic shriek as she finally tipped over and plunged into the abyss.
