Her back arched as Tahlon slid another finger inside her, keeping the same, slow pace of his tongue on her throbbing clit. Melo tended her other breast in the same fashion, touching it first with his fingers and then with his lips and tongue, until every inch of her breasts were sensitive and tingling, and each tug from his lips radiated through her body.
Between Melo and Tahlon she writhed, dancing on the edge of oblivion. Her fingers clutched at Melo and her legs moved against Tahlon as her breathy voice whispered their names.
Tahlon’s fingers moved inside her, twisting and rubbing on her inner walls until her belly fluttered, and her panting breath slipped into a deep moan. Melo sucked one of her nipples into his mouth while pinching the other between his finger and thumb. The fingers inside her rubbed faster and harder against the spot that made her moan. Her body tensed as pleasure coiled deep inside her, and Tahlon sucked her clit into his mouth hard and fast, pushing her over the edge. She screamed her pleasure, bucking her hips up as pleasure rolled over her in waves.
Tahlon eased away from her, sitting up and opening the nightstand drawer. Melo rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. She felt entirely boneless, her body still spiraling in bliss.
“Take me inside you, Tera,” Melo growled, tilting her face up with both hands. His eyes were brilliant blue like sapphires lit by flames.
She levered herself up by planting her hands on his chest, and letting her legs fall to either side of his waist. Scooting backwards, she straddled his hard cock, bringing it forward and resting it against her swollen clit. She could feel her honey making his cock slick, and she gazed down at the crown of his thick cock before she rose up high enough and placed him at her entrance. She eased down on him, taking in a deep breath as his hard length parted her slick folds.
“Fuck that feels so good,” Melo groaned, his hands sliding up her thighs and grasping her hips.
The bed shifted. Tahlon knelt behind her, straddling Melo’s legs. He moved her hair off her shoulder and kissed her neck. “Are you ready, Tera?”
“Yes, Tahlon.” She’d been in a ménage before, but it hadn’t been like this. Everything that she’d ever known in the past about love and sex was getting blown out of the water by her two mates.
He cupped her face with his left hand and kissed her. As their tongues danced together, one of the fingers from his right hand, slick with lubricant, began to rub slow circles around her tightest place. She moaned into his mouth as he eased the tip of his finger into her and held it there. Melo began to slowly thrust his hips up. Tahlon pushed his finger in to the second knuckle and then waited for a moment before pushing it inside entirely. She rolled her hips, relaxing her body as Tahlon began to pump his finger in and out of her slowly.
Melo pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing lightly, making her pussy clench his cock while he continued a slow, steady thrust into her. Tahlon added a second finger as slowly as the first one, giving her time to get used to the feeling before he moved them faster inside her. When three of his fingers were moving inside her and she was wound tight from Melo’s teasing on her clit, Tahlon pulled his fingers from her body and leaned back. She heard the slick sound of lubricant as he covered his cock with it.
The thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance as Melo stilled his movements and Tahlon wrapped one arm around her shoulders. His breath was hot against her skin as he spoke with a rough voice in her ear. “I’m not going to wear a condom this time, kitta. I want to bury myself deep inside you until you’re screaming in pleasure, and then fill you with my come.”
She gripped his arm with her hands. “Yes, please, yes,” she moaned, biting her lip and casting her gaze down to Melo. His eyes burned with desire and tenderness.
Melo began stroking her clit quickly with his thumb and she rolled her hips as Tahlon pushed inside her. Melo flexed his hips and pulled out as Tahlon thrust into her, and Tera closed her eyes and moaned their names.
She felt Tahlon’s body press flush against hers and he purred loudly, licking her neck and nipping at her thundering pulse. Then he pulled out as Melo thrust in, his thumb strumming her clit. Tahlon held her tightly against him as he moved in and out of her, moving in tandem with Melo as they drove her to a plateau of pleasure she hadn’t ever known before. Melo sat up, leaning on one arm as Tahlon leaned her forward. The change in position made Melo’s cock rub against her sensitive inner walls and the friction of his thumb against her clit shoved her off the edge into white hot pleasure that made stars light in her eyes and her whole world narrow down to the two men holding her tightly in their arms.
Melo roared his release as his cock emptied into her pussy. Tahlon snarled, his hands gripping her tightly as he came deep inside her. She felt them kiss the sides of her neck before each one growled and their fangs sank into her neck. Her body bucked between them, still caught in the pleasure of her climax.
They eased their fangs from her flesh, licking across the wounds.
At the same time, they said, “Mine.”
She let out a breathy laugh. “Both of yours.”
Completely wrung out, she slumped down onto Melo’s chest as he lay back on the bed with a gusty sigh. Tahlon eased out of her and moved off the bed. Melo’s arms came around her and he purred. “How are you, sweetheart?”
“Ridden hard and put away wet,” she sighed.
He chuckled. She heard the faucet turn on in the bathroom and the sounds of Tahlon cleaning himself up. He returned to the bed and she felt a warm washcloth tending her aching flesh, cleaning up the remnants of their lovemaking.
He disappeared again, and she was only barely aware of the click of the bathroom light and the dip of the bed as he settled next to them. Melo rolled them gently to their sides, and his cock slipped from her depths. Tahlon moved behind her, and his hand settled on the curve of her hip while he pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
She drifted off to sleep, safely held between her two mates.
* * * * *
Morning came far too quickly for Tera, and being the day of the equinox, she didn’t have the luxury of sleeping in, which brought about the first argument between her and her mates.
“We’re newly mated, Tera,” Tahlon had practically snarled. “You shouldn’t have to work. If we were humans and married, we’d be on our honeymoon.”
She closed her mouth against the smart retort about how humans didn’t have ménage relationships or have sex one time that was equivalent to a marriage ceremony. Melo agreed with Tahlon, but he was at least trying to be reasonable.
“If you must be at the ceremony,” Melo started.
“It’s not even an option.” She folded her arms across her chest.
Melo frowned and said, “If you must be at the ceremony tonight, then can’t you at least skip the prep today? It will drive us crazy to not be with you so soon after our mating.”
She hadn’t thought of that. She really didn’t know much about tigers or what their mating meant to them.
She sighed and rubbed at her temple. “Where’s my cell?”
Melo brought her satchel to her, and she rooted around inside until her fingers closed over her phone. “I wouldn’t want you to go crazy,” she muttered as she found Lorene’s number and called her.
After quickly explaining what happened, Lorene assured her that it was okay for her to miss the prep, but that it really was imperative that she be there for the ceremony.
“We’re bringing in the new lion pride to form our alliance tonight, and as one of our powerful, natural Wiccans, it’s imperative that you’re there. Your tigers can be there as your personal guards of course. We’ll see you an hour before sunset at the bluffs.”
The call ended, and Melo plucked the phone from her fingers.
“Sunset isn’t for hours and hours,” Melo said with a wolfish grin.
“Hours and hours,” Tahlon agreed.
She shrieked in laughter when they snatched her up and tossed her to the bed.
“
Doesn’t seem long enough,” she murmured.
* * * * *
Melo drove her car to the bluffs, where the Wiccan coven performed their full moon and equinox ceremonies. The three of them had spent the whole day in bed, and in between making love, they’d talked. She was quickly growing very fond of them. Melo was sweetly attentive and had cooked all their meals. Tahlon was a bit bossy and aggressive, but she could feel how much they both cared for her already. She was certain that both men would die before they would let a hair on her head be harmed, and she was quickly beginning to feel the same way about them.
They’d protested her nudity under the black cloak, which she had expected. On the way to the bluffs, they had driven her home so she could pack a bag for the rest of the weekend and also grab her strapless maxi dress. She had explained that she couldn’t wear it during the actual ceremony, but she could wear it up until they made the circle and that eased some of their annoyance at others seeing her naked.
“Mari said you’re a natural Wiccan,” Tahlon said. “What’s the difference between a natural and an unnatural Wiccan?”
She shifted in the front seat and rested her cheek against the cool leather. “A natural Wiccan has at least one parent who is a natural Wiccan. Unnatural Wiccans can vary, from those whose family members have turned away from their magic until it is nearly non-existent, to those humans who just have an affinity for supernatural things. There are exceptions to every rule, though. There are natural Wiccans who aren’t very powerful, and unnatural Wiccans like the two Corners, Bitty and Gwen, who are very powerful.”
“Why would someone want to turn away from magic? It would be like a tiger deciding he wasn’t going to shift any longer,” Tahlon mused.
“Well, a few hundred years ago, it wasn’t exactly kosher to be Wiccan. Having supernatural powers meant the human population thought you danced with the devil, even though that’s far from the truth. Many Wiccans turned away from their powers out of fear of execution, and they forbade their future children from using those powers. After a few generations, the powers were muted entirely. Without using their powers, the future generations didn’t retain their long lives, and now unnatural Wiccans remain mortal even if they are able to tap into the power of their ancestry.”
“Are there male Wiccans? I thought boy witches were called wizards?” Melo asked.
“Common misconception. Male Wiccans do exist. I’ve only met a few. My father is a Wiccan. Wizards use dark magic and are definitely not to be confused with Wiccans.”
“Where is your dad?” Melo reached over and took her hand.
“He and my mother joined together to have a child — me — but he had no interest in being in a relationship with her. Once I was born, my father set up a trust fund to pay for my education and care and left. He never wanted to be in contact with me. According to my mother, he just wanted to ‘do his part’ to keep the Wiccan line of both his and my mother’s family going.”
“Sorry, kitta,” Tahlon said with a low voice.
“Don’t be sorry. I’m not. I can’t miss something I never had.”
“Are you close with your mom?” Melo asked.
She frowned in thought. “We never really were close, and now we don’t speak at all.”
“What happened?” Melo encouraged.
Tera hadn’t planned to air all the dirty laundry of her family life to them now, but she believed in honesty, so she started talking. “When I was little, my mother told me that a good Wiccan studied hard and was obedient to the coven. She was very aloof and cold, and I wanted so badly to please her that I tried to do everything she said and adhered to the strict laws of the coven. But I always had a soft spot for other supernatural creatures, especially those who couldn’t help themselves. When I worked at an orphanage for weres, my mother tolerated it for a while, but eventually she told me I had to quit or the coven would punish me.”
“Punish you for helping people?” Tahlon asked.
Her lips pressed into a hard line for a moment before she answered, “Her coven doesn’t consider were-animals people. I refused to quit. It was the first time I really went against the coven. So they cast a binding spell on me, muting my powers in an attempt to force me to quit. I didn’t want to, but after a year without being able to commune with my power and the coven, I felt so out of touch with my power that I quit and returned to the coven. I don’t think that I ever really realized how cold my mother was until she bound me like that. She basically made me human. I towed the line for a few more years, but my heart wasn’t with the coven anymore. Then they started to question my other choices: where I lived, who I dated, what I did in my free time. It was stifling. I started looking for another coven to join and found Lorene’s.”
“Does your mother know where you are?” Melo asked.
“Yeah, but I haven’t spoken to her since I left the coven. I tried to contact her a few times, but she was never available. And she could easily find me by casting a location spell. I have a feeling I’ll never see her again,” she sighed.
Melo lifted her hand and kissed the top. “I’m sorry you had a hard time of things with your mother and the coven, but I’ll never be sorry you came here, sweetheart.”
“I’m not sorry either, Mel,” she promised.
Melo stopped the car at the base of the bluffs and turned to her. “I need to tell you something I probably should have mentioned yesterday.”
Worry skated through her fast. No good news ever started that way.
Melo looked down at his hands as he began to speak. “A couple years ago I dated one of the Wiccans in the coven, Lorene’s granddaughter. We weren’t exclusive, but we were involved for a while, and I didn’t want you to get blindsided if someone mentioned it.”
“Okay.”
His head lifted abruptly. “Okay?”
She laughed. “Yeah. I know you were with people before me. I appreciate you telling me.” She leaned forward and hooked her hands behind his neck. “Are you mine, Melo?”
“You know I am. Entirely.”
“Then that’s the only thing I need to know. Whoever came before me doesn’t matter.”
Tahlon laughed. “Our kitta’s something special, brother.”
Melo smiled. “Indeed.”
She kissed him and rolled her eyes. “What did you think I was going to do? Pitch a fit? Hunt her down? Shoot you in the balls? Give me a little credit.”
“I will never underestimate you again, sweetheart.”
She looked back at Tahlon, and he put his hands up in an I-give-up gesture. “I’ll never underestimate you, kitta.”
“What’s kitta mean?”
“Kitten,” Tahlon said. “It’s a tiger term of endearment.”
They got out of the car and walked up the path to the top of the bluffs. She explained that a spell kept the bluffs hidden from human eyes. Lorene was waiting for them when they reached the top, and she looked at both men and then at Tera.
“I just found out that the lion pride is an entirely unmated male group,” Lorene said.
Melo and Tahlon stiffened next to her. She looked up at them in confusion and then at Lorene.
“What’s the problem?” Tera asked.
“Tigers are extremely possessive of their females. Manny came up here with Mari, took one look at the group, and refused to let her stay. She’s an unnatural and not very powerful, so it won’t hurt us to not have her here, but I’ll miss her all the same.”
“But most of the guards here are unmated males,” Tera said, thinking about the ones each were-group sent on the full moon to help guard the coven while they cast their spells.
“It’s because they are a new group. Hopefully by the next full moon when it’s their smaller group of guards, the others will be more welcoming. And it’s my understanding that the were-groups are getting together next month for a meet and greet so the lions can introduce themselves officially.”
Melo put his arm around Tera. “We’ll be fine, Lorene, but I ask
that you not expect Tera to interact with them, especially so soon after our mating. Our instincts to keep her safe are running very high right now, and Tahlon is not used to this sort of thing.”
Lorene nodded. “As soon as the casting is done, Tera can slip away, and I’ll excuse her absence. The lions will understand.”
Lorene left them alone, and Tera turned in Melo’s arms and hugged him, placing her head on his chest. “You’re not going to try to bite anyone’s head off, right?”
Melo hugged her, his big hands spanning her back. “Promise. Just stay as close to us as you can, and then come right to us as soon as possible.”
She reached for Tahlon, sliding into his arms, making him promise the same thing.
She stayed with them both, away from the crowd surrounding the new alliance.
“I didn’t know there were lion prides in the states,” she said, leaning against Melo as Tahlon stood just slightly in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest.
Melo rested his chin on top of her head. “There aren’t many. But these guys are a group of rare white lions. They’re the only group of their kind on this side of the world. Midas has met with their leader. They settled first in Michigan but decided that it would be better to settle with a larger population of were-animals than where they were, which were mostly wolves.”
“White lions?” she mused. “I’ve heard of them in nature but not in the supernatural world.”
Tahlon looked down at her. “White anything is rare in the supernatural world — wolf, tiger, lion, or whatever. In a normal group, you might have one or two rare ones in each generation, so this group is extremely rare because the white color for their group isn’t recessive like it is in other were-groups. It’s dominant. So even if they have cubs with natural-colored lion females, they’ll be white.”
“Tahl and I are white,” Melo whispered into her ear. “The only ones in our family line back for five generations, and in our entire ambush.”
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