by Rachel Clark
Jax growled, his tongue flicking over her nipple as someone stepped up behind her and encouraged her to lean back. Baylen started kissing her again, leaning over her middle as he and Tosh held her up and Jax skimmed her pants down her legs. Her thighs were closed only long enough to remove her pants, and then Jax wedged his hips between them once again.
She cried out at the incredible sensation, the soft friction of his clothes against her naked flesh making her shiver with need. He skimmed his fingers over the soft curls covering her mons, his gentle touch over an incredibly sensitive spot making her arch against their combined hold.
“Bedroom,” Jax said as he gathered her in his arms and moved out of the kitchen. Tosh and Baylen led the way, stripping off clothes as they went, grinning when Jax reverently laid her in the middle of the mattress and stood back to smile at her.
He reached for Tosh, gripping the back of his neck in a tight grip as he covered his mouth and kissed him far more violently than the gentle kisses they’d all given her. Tosh groaned, his cock rising, growing harder and harder as she watched from her position on the bed. Completely enthralled by Tosh and Jax’s kiss, Jenelle almost didn’t notice Baylen climb onto the bed beside her. He trailed a hand from her thigh to her breast, his grin settling the nervousness that trembled in her mind.
“They’re hot together, aren’t they?” he asked as he caressed the underside of her breast.
She nodded, unable to form coherent words when Jax pushed Tosh to his knees and thrust his cock into his husband’s mouth. Tosh moaned in delight, his hands gripping Jax’s ass, dragging him closer, sucking him harder. Jenelle could barely believe how much the sight of it made her throb with need. She wanted to taste him, too, wanted to experience what Tosh was experiencing, wanted to feel what it would be like to do something she’d once believed forbidden.
Tosh grinned as Jax pulled away, breathing hard. Jax’s grin was feral.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he said with a laugh, his hard cock resting against his belly, the full length shiny with Tosh’s saliva. Tosh laughed, clearly unafraid of whatever his husband had planned.
Tosh slid onto the bed near her feet. “Open for me, angel,” he said, gripping her ankles and easing her legs apart. She gasped at the feel on his warm fingers against her thighs, but it was the wet tongue against her pussy that nearly had her screaming.
Holy heavens.
“Fuck,” Tosh growled as he lifted his head to look at her, “you taste incredible.”
The harsh slap against his ass made him groan. The wink he gave her as he swore again made her laugh.
“No swearing in front of our wife,” Jax said as he slapped his hand against Tosh’s ass again and again. The glazed, happy look on Tosh’s face reassured her that he was not only enjoying what was happening but was actively encouraging it. He swore again just before he dipped his tongue back into her pussy, the slick muscle rolling over and around her pussy lips, grazing over that same pleasure spot she’d noticed before. Impatiently, he moved back slightly, wrapped his hands under her ass, and lifted her to his mouth. His gaze never left her face as he flicked the tip of his tongue against that swollen little bud over and over.
Baylen tweaked her nipple, Jax caressed her foot, and something inside her trembled violently. She’d never felt like this before, had never imagined such incredibly overwhelming physical reactions to being touched. She tried to move away, nearly frightened by her response.
“Relax, Jen,” Baylen said, caressing a hand over her face. “Just let it happen.”
She wanted to ask. She had no idea what was going to happen. She promised every deity that might be listening that she’d go back and watch the instructional videos if someone would just tell her what was about to happen now. As Tosh had said earlier…fuck!
Fear rippled through her, everything inside her shaking, quaking…throbbing. She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t talk, couldn’t escape whatever longed to burst free.
But then suddenly everything, everything, got brighter, brilliant, swirling colors exploding inside her mind as the shaking took on a new meaning. Instead of fear, instead of terror, she felt only peace, and warmth, a soft glow that somehow permeated every inch of her body and mind, heart and soul. The strange feeling went on and on, filling every thought, taking over every reaction, winding her tighter, taking her closer, lifting her higher.
Tosh pushed a finger into her pussy and she shattered, a soft scream escaping her throat as her body took over, moving instinctively, a feeling of heat washing over her, drowning her in sensation. She felt their soothing motions, their loving caresses, a feeling of acceptance, of belonging, like nothing she’d ever known before filling every square inch of her body.
She didn’t even realize she was crying until Jax lay down beside her and pulled her into the cradle of his massive body. “It’s okay, baby girl,” he crooned in a soft, deep voice. “We’re all here. We’ll take care of you.”
He ran his hand gently up and down her spine as the shivering, shaking, rolling feeling finally subsided. She clung to him, too emotional, too raw, maybe even too embarrassed, to do anything but breathe in his masculine scent and hold on tight.
* * * *
Jax held on to Jenelle as she finally stopped shaking and fell into an exhausted sleep. Thank the goddess his husbands had considered this before the official claiming ceremony. Granted it wasn’t all that unusual for claiming ceremonies to be between newly introduced partners, but the fact that Jenelle had been living with them for quite some time now would have made her response look suspicious. A reaction like the one Jenelle had just had would have convinced many Desconians watching that Jenelle wasn’t really theirs.
Well, not the orgasm part of her reaction. That had been something amazingly beautiful to witness, but the fact that she was obviously overwhelmed, perhaps even frightened, by her reaction would not have looked good for any of them. Considering that they would have been expected to continue the claiming, all three of them making love to her would have been traumatic for all of them. It was no way to start a lifelong commitment.
And it was a lifelong commitment.
Even with her fertility issues Jax had no intention of ever letting her go. If they couldn’t find a way to have children with Jenelle, then they simply wouldn’t have children. Jenelle had filled something inside all of them that Jax had no idea had been missing. His sister had often told him he needed a woman in his life, but once Baylen had joined them, their triad had been complete, and he’d never given the matter another thought.
“Still asleep?” Baylen whispered as he came back into the room.
Jax nodded, touched her hair softly, and couldn’t deny the protective feelings the woman evoked.
As far as Jax knew, Tosh hadn’t discussed his concerns with Baylen before mentioning them to him. But it seemed that Baylen had been far more intuitive than Jax had given him credit for. As a doctor it was Tosh’s job to notice and identify possible emotional issues for the human women as they settled into Desconian life, yet it had been Baylen who’d seen something and then simply moved to help Jenelle through it. Finding his husband kissing the woman in the kitchen had been an unexpected, but very welcome, surprise.
“How did you know?” he asked Baylen.
“That she might react like this?” he asked with a soft smile.
Jax nodded and finally realized that his husband had known Jax would react the way he had, also.
“Just a feeling,” he said with a shrug.
“I love you,” Jax said, managing to surprise his husband judging by the stunned expression on his face. “I know I don’t say it often enough, but you and Tosh know how I feel.” And then, because he wasn’t feeling at all like his usual confident self, added, “Don’t you?”
“Of course we do,” Baylen said as he leaned over to press a kiss to Jax’s lips. “Dinner is almost ready, but I’ll keep it warm for when Jen wakes up.”
* * * *
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nbsp; Jenelle startled awake and couldn’t for the life of her explain why.
“It’s okay, baby girl.”
“Jax?”
“Tosh and Baylen decided you might be less overwhelmed if you spent some one-on-one time with each of us.”
“Oh.” And then, because she’d only just realized she lay naked in his embrace and wasn’t thinking very clearly, asked, “Why you?”
She felt his muscles pull tight with tension, and she really wished for a hole to open up and swallow her before she could upset the man even more.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “That didn’t come out right. I was just curious. It wasn’t meant as an insult.”
“Relax, Jen,” he said as he obviously forced his muscles to do the same. “I know I can be intimidating, but I promise you I would never hurt you.”
A small sob escaped her as she tried to roll in his arms. He moved his arms quickly, giving her space to move away from him. Hell, in his embrace she’d never felt so protected or cherished in her life, yet she’d made him feel like she was frightened of him. Could she fuck things up any worse?
Unnerved by the power she had to hurt this man, it took maybe another minute before she realized that there was only really one thing she could do to make this right. He held himself rigid, lying on his back, his hands by his sides, his eyes watching her closely as she very carefully maneuvered herself so that she was lying on top of him.
“I’m not frightened of you,” she said, trying to choose her words carefully.
“Kiss me,” he ordered in a whisper.
She smiled and echoed the words Baylen had used earlier. “It would be my pleasure.”
He let her set the pace, his hands skimming over her very lightly, the gentle caress so different to the way he touched Baylen and Tosh. She tried to be bold, her hands threading through his hair as she pushed her tongue into his mouth the same way they’d been kissing her earlier. He groaned, lifting his hips slightly, but then pulled back.
He was breathing hard when he finally broke away from her kiss.
“Shit,” he said, still gasping. He tried to wriggle out from under her. “I’ll…send Bay in…or Tosh.”
She held on, uncertain why she was so disappointed by his reaction. The claiming ceremony was technically the only time he would need to touch her. Getting in some practice beforehand wasn’t a terrible idea, but there was no reason for Jax to do something he wasn’t interested in. Baylen and Tosh could teach her everything she needed to know.
But the reasoning didn’t still the panicked feeling that sat low in her belly.
“Did I do something wrong?”
As soon as the words left her mouth she wanted to drag them back. Hell, she’d just decided not to force him into anything he didn’t want to do, yet here she was pressuring him. Was she the most selfish person on the planet?
“No, baby girl,” he said, stroking her hair with fingers that shook slightly. “You might have noticed that I’m a dominating guy. I want you so much, but I’m not sure I can be gentle.”
“So don’t be…gentle I mean. Don’t be gentle. Show me what it’s like to be loved by you.”
He made a groaning sort of strangling noise but managed to keep his touch against her skin light and nonaggressive. “You’re already frightened of me.”
“No I’m not,” she said, very deliberately placing a hand on either side of his face and looking into his eyes. “You make me feel safe and cared for.” She took a deep breath and said the rest very quickly. “And you make me want things I probably shouldn’t want but am selfish enough to want anyway.”
He smiled. “What do you want, baby girl?”
“You.”
His grin was closer to his normal self-confident smile. “You have me, Jen.” And then the grin turned feral and he wiggled his hips underneath her. “And if you slide down an inch or two, you will have a whole lot more of me.”
She giggled, doing as he asked, feeling his hard cock brush against her pussy lips.
“Put me inside your pussy,” he ordered with another of those grins.
“Is that what it’s called?” she teased as the head of his cock pressed against her entrance.
“I believe humans once had a whole lot of names for it,” he said as he let her slide down his cock at her own pace. “Snatch, muff, twat, beaver, hooha.” He groaned as she slid lower. “Heaven.”
She giggled, barely able to believe she could laugh at a moment like this. “Beaver? As in furry little animal?” she asked breathlessly as his cock finally filled her.
“I believe,” he said, his eyes twinkling with merriment, “that it was a reference to the curls that cover your clit.” He lifted up, pushing more of his cock into her pussy.
“How do you know all this?” she managed to ask. He held her close, groaning as her pussy muscles contracted involuntarily.
“Research,” he growled a moment before he lifted up and took her mouth in an amazing kiss. He started moving, gently at first, sliding into her tight channel again and again, raising her need higher, building the excitement that again bubbled in her middle, making her feel both weak and powerful at the same time.
She moaned as he seemed to go deeper, his gaze locked on hers as he thrust harder.
“Do you trust me?” he asked urgently.
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“I trust you.”
“Good girl,” he said a moment before he flipped them over. He loomed over her, watching her, their bodies still locked together. He must have found what he’d been looking for, because he gave her a wicked grin, ground his cock deeper into her body, and whispered, “Hold on.”
She had no idea what he meant for her to hold on to, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned as he thrust his cock into her hard and fast, over and over, fucking her in a way she’d never even dreamed possible.
Jenelle started lifting up to him, their bodies slamming together as she once again raced toward that peak of excitement. He leaned back, moving onto his knees, dragging her against him as his hand found that incredibly sensitive place once more and caressed her in little circles.
“Come for me,” he ordered a moment before every muscle in her body exploded into movement. Shaking, shivering all over, she reached for him, groaning in pleasure as he covered her once more and thrust harder and harder into her throbbing pussy.
And then, he stopped suddenly, pressing his hips against her, groaning as his cock pulsed inside her.
He leaned over, taking her mouth in a desperate, passionate kiss, his body jolting as warm cum filled her.
* * * *
Tosh watched from the doorway and smiled to himself. Baylen’s instincts had been right on the money. When he’d suggested that Jenelle might not be the only one to freak out in the middle of the claiming ceremony, Tosh hadn’t been convinced, but seeing how concerned Jax was about scaring Jenelle with his size and dominating nature had been eye opening.
Retreating before either of them noticed him eavesdropping, Tosh made his way into the kitchen, where Baylen was checking on dinner.
“You’re pretty amazing,” he said as he moved to pull Baylen into his embrace. “How did you know?”
“About Jax?” He shrugged. “Just a gut feeling really. He’s different around Jenelle. Softer, calmer, but she rattles him, too. Kind of like he’s scared of hurting her but needs to dominate her at the same time.”
It made sense but left Tosh wondering how he’d missed it. Jax was a confident, competitive, dominating man and a highly trained royal guard. Had Tosh somehow overlooked the fact that his husband was still just a man? Had he not seen the emotional needs of someone he loved simply because the man so often seemed larger than life? It was definitely something to think on.
But in the meanwhile…
“Did I ever tell you how much I enjoy fucking you, Bay?”
Chapter Ten
Jenelle lay in Jax’s arms and couldn’t believe how n
atural it felt to be with him like this. It was obvious by the soft movement of his fingers along her spine that he wasn’t asleep, but it seemed just too peaceful lying here quietly.
“I’m sorry I scared you the first day we met.”
“What?” she asked, lifting up to lean her forearm against his chest so that she could see his face. “You didn’t scare me.”
“Yes, I did,” he said in a tone of voice that brooked no argument. “I should have realized that even without your fear of whips, humans would likely be frightened of the kinkier side of Desconian sexuality.”
“I wasn’t frightened for long,” she said, sort of confessing to her fear but wanting him to know that it was brief and more about her own issues than anything he’d done. “Once you explained it to me I realized that what you and Tosh and Baylen shared was nothing like my own experiences. It’s obvious that you love them very much.”
“I do,” he said, pulling her closer. She got the impression he wanted to say something more, but instead he wrapped his big hands around her hips and pulled her up so that she lay on top of him again.
“What does it feel like?” she asked quietly.
“The flogger?” She nodded. “You’ll need to ask Tosh or Baylen. I’ve never actually been on the receiving end.”
“Why not?”
He laughed softly, the deep rumble shaking her slightly. He held her tighter to stop her from sliding off. “I’ve never really given it much thought.” He started to run his fingers through her hair, his warm hands traveling down her spine over the smooth skin that had once held so many scars. “I suppose,” he said haltingly, as if he was searching for the words to explain, “for me it’s about trust. Tosh and Baylen give me the gift of their trust every time they let me tie them down or spank them or flog them.” He laughed self-consciously. “As I said, I’ve never given it much thought.”
“But it’s what you need?”
“Not always,” he said, sounding concerned that this conversation was going in a direction he didn’t want. “It’s not something we need to do during the claiming ceremony.”
