Hunting the Jackal

by Seressia Glass

  Then she felt the blunt press of his forefinger further down against the dark rosette in the cleft of her buttocks. She tensed in uncertainty. Neither man had gone there with her before, but in her darkest fantasies she lay between them, crying out in ecstasy as both men simultaneously filled her. She wanted that to become a reality. She just didn’t know if she could handle that reality.

  Kurik soothed her as he coated her nether opening with her own lubrication. “You need to be ready, sweetness,” he told her, his voice rough with his own unspent passion. “When Rashon comes home, we’re going to want you between us, taking both of us. I want to make sure you don’t feel anything but pleasure.”

  The tip of his finger breached her, surprising her with a lack of pain. She did feel full though, but not uncomfortably so. Kurik renewed his sensual assault on her channel as he pushed gently, giving her time to become accustomed to this new invasion.

  Desire pummeled her senses. Shameless, overcome, drowning in the onslaught, Amarie lifted her hips, hoisting herself onto his mouth and his hand. Two fingers were now inside her rear passage, teasing the sensitive flesh, pushing her higher.

  Kurik raised his eyes, his eyes glittering at her. “Are you ready to come, sweetheart?”

  “Yes!” she cried, pounding the mattress with her fists. “Yes, dammit!”

  Damn the man, he actually laughed at her predicament. Laughed! But then he bent his head, and she broke off a curse as his fingers thrust inside her, as his tongue slid into her in a mirror of his fingers’ movements.

  This time, reaching the peak was inevitable. She could feel the force of her orgasm boiling up within her, stronger than any she’d felt before. All she could do was plant her feet on Kurik’s broad shoulders as he suckled her clit. She screamed as orgasm hit with the intensity of a lightning strike, scorching across her nerve endings, burning away everything but ecstasy.

  She lay nearly insensate, distantly aware of Kurik moving around her. It was only when he lifted her to settle her in the center of the large bed that she opened her eyes to discover that he’d stripped out of his clothes. She watched through hooded eyes as he climbed into bed, his big body covering hers.

  For a long moment, he stared down at her as if trying to discern the mysteries of the ages in her eyes. The gravity of his expression seized her heart. She searched for words, some phrase of assurance, but nothing came to her. Instead she reached up, running her hands up his arms to his shoulders and then to cup his jaw.

  His lashes, so dark in contrast to his red hair, swept down to hide the light in his eyes. Wordlessly, he braced himself on his forearms as he fit himself to her, coating the blunt head of his cock with the slick moisture between her thighs. The first slow push was almost too much, despite her having come hard moments before. She wrapped her legs around him, settling him fully against her, opening herself completely to him. Slowly—oh, so blessedly slowly—he entered her, breaching her, stretching her, making her his.

  Passion, so recently sated, rose again. She didn’t want to focus on herself, though. Instead, she wanted to give him even half of the pleasure he’d given her. Wanted him to abandon himself in the moment, seek his own release.

  She rocked against him, relishing the feel of him buried to the root deep inside her. He groaned as he moved, gliding in and out. Then he stilled above her. She dragged her eyes open, her breath catching as his golden-eyed gaze claimed hers. Was something wrong?

  She tried to move against him, but he settled his weight against her, immobilizing her, his strength holding her in a gentle yet implacable grip. “Kurik?”

  “I know you want this.” His voice was low and guttural as he spoke. He shifted against her, dragging his thick length across her sensitive core. “I know you need this. But do you want me? Do you want us?”

  The blunt questions blew through the haze of passion surrounding her. Amarie gazed up at him, clearly seeing the yearning in his eyes. Her heart melted as she realized every doubt, every bit of uncertainty she’d felt over her relationship with Kurik and Rashon was now reflected back at her in his eyes.

  Heated desire eased, replaced with something deeper. This wasn’t about the sex, wasn’t about achieving the height of pleasure. This was way more important.

  She cupped his cheek. “Yes, Kurik. I want this,” she told him, her voice thick with emotion. “I want us. I love you.”

  He stared at her for a frozen moment, as if not understanding her words. Then he sucked in a deep breath, his eyes glowing brightly as he gave her an incandescent smile.

  It was as if a brake had been released. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he began to drive into her, forceful thrusts that had the bed rocking. He circled with his hips and pleasure broke over her. Throwing her arms around his neck, she hugged him close, kissing him with everything she had. Staring up at Kurik, she realized that what she’d thought was love before was a pale imitation of what she felt at that moment.

  “Room for one more?”

  They stilled, then looked up to see Rashon standing in the doorway, a hesitant smile on his face. “You know there’s always room for you,” Kurik said, rolling them until Amarie rose above him.

  Remembering Kurik’s earlier words, she straightened and reached out a hand. “We need you, Rashon. There’s no one other than you.”

  He quickly undressed then crossed to them, kneeling beside them on the bed. Sliding a hand down Amarie’s back, he gave her a long and thorough kiss, sweeping his tongue into her waiting mouth. Kurik jerked deep inside her, and she caught the satisfied smile that curved his lips.

  It should have felt strange kissing one man while naked and impaled on another. It should have felt wrong, but it didn’t. Instead, it felt the best kind of right. It felt meant to be.

  She watched as Rashon leaned over to kiss Kurik. Heat flooded her once again as she watched them. They were a study in contrasts, Kurik brawny, red-haired and golden where Rashon was lean, raven-haired and coppery. The action-oriented warrior and the consummate communicator. Together, though... together they were magnificent. They were hers.

  She pressed her breasts to Kurik’s chest as the men ended their kiss. Moving together. she and Kurik reached out, kissing Rashon’s hardened flesh. She copied Kurik’s actions, learning what gave Rashon the greatest pleasure. Swirling her tongue around the head while Kurik licked down the shaft. Kissing up the shaft to tangle her mouth with Kurik’s at the head. Laving Rashon’s balls as Kurik took him deep. All the while, Kurik continued the gentle shallow strokes in and out of her.

  With a shudder, Rashon pulled back. “Ah, I missed you guys. All I could think about was getting home to both of you. Being inside you. Amarie, will you let me?”

  “Yes,” she answered, responding to the raw need in Rashon’s voice. “Oh yes, please.”

  Rashon reached into the nightstand and retrieved a small bottle. Kurik’s hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her buttocks to hold her apart as Rashon knelt behind them. She shivered as cool gel slid into her cleft, followed by Rashon’s fingers. One finger slipped inside. The sensation of fullness returned, amplified by Kurik’s cock buried deep inside her sex.

  Kurik kissed her, distracting her as he’d no doubt intended. Two fingers were in her bottom now, Rashon whispering soft words of encouragement as he readied her, fingers stroking in and out.

  Warmth spread through her, and she pushed back against Rashon’s fingers, rocked forward onto Kurik’s shaft. Excitement rose at the knowledge that her most secret fantasy was finally coming true. She relaxed into Kurik’s kisses, relaxed in the knowledge that these two men cared only for pleasing her, not hurting her.

  Rashon removed his fingers, and Amarie held her breath, waiting for the blunt press of his invasion. He wasn’t as thick as Kurik, but he had the length. Could they truly both fit inside her?

  “It may hurt a bit at the start, love,” Rashon told her. “It should pass, but if it doesn’t, let me know and we’ll stop.”

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nbsp; She didn’t want him to stop. This was an important part of their lovemaking. If she wanted to be with them, then she needed to be with them in every possible pleasurable way. The smooth head of his cock pressed against her rear opening. She tensed, then immediately forced herself to relax.

  “Are you all right, sweetheart?” he asked.

  “I’m good, it’s just—” She groaned as a slight burn signaled the head of his cock pushing past the tight ring of muscle.

  “Amarie?” Kurik growled beneath her.

  “Good,” she managed to say as Rashon slid deeper. “Don’t stop.”

  “Not stopping,” Rashon huffed behind her, his heat burning her back. He draped himself over her, and she could feel the crisp hairs at the base of his cock. She had taken all of him, all of both of them.

  All three groaned in unison, savoring the moment of complete union. “Amarie, that feels incredible,” Rashon breathed, pressing kisses to the back of her neck.

  “Gods, yes,” Kurik agreed, flexing against her in a show of strength. “I can feel you. I can feel him through you.”

  Rashon slowly withdrew, almost to the tip, then just as slowly returned, sinking into her inch by inch, giving her body time to accept the dual invasion, to welcome it. She mewled at the eye-rolling pleasure, her inner muscles clamping down on both men.

  Ragged groans filled the air. Kurik braced his feet on the mattress, his hips lifting off the bed. The angle settled her deeper onto his cock, giving Rashon leverage to surge against her. The men quickly found the perfect rhythm, sliding into her, sliding against each other with only a thin, super-sensitive barrier between them.

  Magic rose around them, electrifying her senses. She was sobbing now, pleasure stealing words, caught up in the greatest ecstasy she’d ever felt. She could feel them thickening inside her, feel them moving closer to the edge, their movements less smooth, harsh breathing mingling on her skin.

  A series of small quakes rocked her senses, a minute chain reaction barreling toward a monumental release. Driven by magic or instinct, both men sank their teeth into her neck, one on each side of her throat. Screaming, she fell apart.

  Kurik came with a roar, golden eyes sun-bright, his entire body tensing with the force of his orgasm. Rashon immediately joined them, crying out wordlessly as he filled her. Golden-white magic flared, blinding as it rolled through her, through the men. Connecting, blending, binding.

  Helpless, she opened herself to the flow, allowing it to wash over her, obliterating everything but her connection to her men.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Much later, they regained their composure and cuddled together in a puppy pile in the center of the massive bed. Amarie pillowed her head on Rashon’s chest while Kurik rested his cheek on Rashon’s rib cage, one hand possessively stroking her thigh.

  Rashon sighed as he played with Amarie’s hair. “That was...” he trailed off. “There are no words for what that was.”

  “Yeah,” Kurik agreed.

  “Is it always like that? That transcendent?”

  “I don’t know,” Rashon answered. “You’re the first person we’ve been with like that.”

  Kurik pressed a kiss to Rashon’s ribs as he stroked her hip. “Our first. Our only.”

  She grinned, her fingers tangling with his. “I like the sound of that.”

  “You know what would make this perfect?”

  “Chocolate?” Amarie guessed.

  “What about honey?” Kurik asked. “I love honey.”

  “Another orgasm?” Amarie suggested.

  “Chocolate—and honey-covered orgasms?”

  Rashon erupted with laughter. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m going to need a couple of hours to recover from that. As wonderful as it sounds, that’s not where I was going. I’m not talking about dessert either.”

  Amarie placed a kiss just above his left nipple. “Okay, I give up. What could be better than chocolate—and honey-covered orgasms?”

  Grabbing Kurik’s hand, Rashon then reached for hers, entwining their fingers together and bringing them to his lips. “I was thinking about this. About us. I love you. I love Kurik. I want us to make an official commitment to each other in front of the clan. I want us to proudly wear our marks as a bonded triad. And I want us to start a family.”

  Icy dread sliced through Amarie’s veins, freezing her sensual lethargy. For a moment, she couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. Sensitive to her mood shifts as usual, Kurik tensed a hand on her thigh. “A family?” she repeated, her voice high.

  “Of course. You’re going to sleep in here with us from now on anyway. We can convert your room to a nursery. Tia told me how great you were with the kids at the ladies’ lunch. But I figured you’d be a great mother anyway.”

  She tried for a light laugh, hoping neither one of them could sense the pain and panic that pounded in her chest. “You know I love you, but I’m still getting used to all the sexing going on,” she chided, keeping her voice light. “And now you’re talking bonding and trying to turn my bedroom into a nursery?”

  Rashon’s laugh ruffled her hair. “I’m rushing things, aren’t I?” he asked. “It’s just that I feel so right about the three of us. I don’t want to waste a minute.”

  She knew what he meant, knew how complete she felt being with the two of them. Even though she loved them, loved both of them, she hadn’t wanted to face thoughts about forever. She hadn’t wanted to face them wanting a family.

  “A family sounds wonderful,” she managed to say. “I think you would make wonderful fathers.”

  She could almost feel Rashon’s delighted grin. “You think so?”

  “I know so. It sounds like a wonderful dream.” For someone else.

  “It doesn’t have to be a dream.” He pulled her hair away from her face, trying to read her expression in the dim bedroom light. “Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine,” she assured him, lying through her smile. “You just surprised me. I wasn’t expecting talk about kids.”

  Kurik rose above them. “I have a suggestion. Why don’t we take things one step at a time? We’re only three days into this. We have plenty of time. We can talk about children and nurseries later.”

  “True.” Rashon squeezed their hands. “No pressure, I swear. I just want to be sure we’re in this for the long haul.”

  “There’s something I need to tell you guys,” she blurted out.

  “Uh-oh.” Rashon’s smile faltered. “That sounds serious.”

  “It is.” She sat up, pushing away her bangs and her afterglow. “Maybe we can meet in the kitchen?”

  Kurik stood. “Is this a coffee or whiskey kind of conversation?”

  “Definitely whiskey.” She slid to the end of the bed. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”

  Rashon wrapped his fingers around her wrist, stopping her before she could get up. “This is your room, too.”

  She couldn’t meet his gaze. “It’ll be faster if I use my shower.”

  Concern filled his eyes. “You know you can tell us anything. Whatever it is, we’ll work it out.”

  “I hope so.” Despite his words, dread cramped her insides. In the time she’d known them, she hadn’t ever seen either of them truly angry that she could tell, but she couldn’t predict their reaction. Still, she kissed him briefly, then pulled her hand free before touching Kurik’s shoulder. “I’ll meet you guys in a bit.”

  Amarie hurried through her shower, pulling on shorts and a T-shirt before she lost the nerve to face them. Nervousness palsied her hands. What she had to tell Kurik and Rashon had gotten her kicked out of her old clan. She could only hope that history wouldn’t repeat itself.

  Straightening her shoulders, she made her way to the kitchen. Kurik and Rashon were already there, three shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey on the breakfast bar. Rashon sat on one of the bar stools, anxiety pinching his features, while Kurik stood protectively close, silent and stoic. She took the spot at the edge of the counter as Kur
ik poured her a healthy shot.

  Rashon spoke before she could. “Are you going to tell us that you don’t want to be with us?”

  “What? No. I want that more than anything.”

  “Gods.” He shuddered, then tossed back a shot of the whiskey. “As long as you’re not breaking up with us. I can handle anything but that.”

  Too late, she realized she could have lied, told them she didn’t want a commitment, and that would have been that. But she did want it, she knew, just as she knew she wouldn’t be the one to break them up.

  The lip of the liquor bottle tinged against the shot glass due to the violent trembling in her hand. Kurik took it from her to finish the pour. Lifting the glass, she tossed it back. The burn as the liquor slid down her throat gave her focus and courage. Here we go.

  “I can’t have children.”

  Rashon’s mouth dropped open. “You what?”

  She poured herself another shot. “I can’t get pregnant.”

  “But...are you sure?”

  “Pretty sure,” she replied, grimacing at the alcohol burning down her throat.

  “Pretty sure?” he echoed. “What does ‘pretty sure’ even mean? Have you tried—”

  “They tried,” she cut in, her voice flattening. “My old clan tried to breed me as soon as I reached puberty. I had to set my human self aside and live as jackal. The dominant males would fight for mating rights with the females coming into estrus.”

  Both men stared at her in horror. They didn’t have a frame of reference for the ways of her old clan, especially after the new leader took over after her father’s untimely death. If they were horrified now, at the beginning of her tale, they would be even more so when she reached the end.

  She poured herself another shot. “I didn’t conceive during my first few mating cycles. A few years later, the clan leaders decided that I was more human than jackal and perhaps human biology would apply. So they forced me to stay in human form, and every month, a different male would attempt to impregnate me. I submitted because it was what I was supposed to do, what I’d been taught to do since birth. I was no longer Amarie. I was just a womb waiting for the right male to fill it.”