Jackson's Rise

by Tielle St Clare

  Her fingers clenched in Reign’s fur. The Cat’s chest rumbled and she felt the purr. The sound seemed to rumble through her hand and into her pussy.

  It was insane, completely insane. The man behind her turned into a wolf, the mountain lion in front of her turned into a man—or at least she thought he’d eventually turn back into a man—and her mind kept turning back to sex.

  Made no sense.

  Jackson chuckled behind her as if he could sense the heat moving through her pussy. He pressed his hips forward, rubbing his erection against her ass, promising more. A delicious zing zipped through her pussy.

  “That’s it, baby. So sweet.”

  She heard Jackson’s words even as Reign shifted. The body beside her changed. The hand that had been stroking fur now touched flesh—hot, hard male flesh. Her hand drifted down, moved by instinct. Her fingers spread out, sliding across the rippling muscles, the tight bumps of his abs teasing the pads of her fingertips.

  “Yes. That’s it.” She heard Jackson’s voice in her head as she reached forward, her hand wrapping around Reign’s cock. Heat pulsed through her palm as she slowly stroked him. Just like a cat, he rolled and stretched, moving into the caresses, letting her tend to him. He pressed his hips upward, urging her hand down his cock.

  Hot kisses and murmurs of encouragement whispered across her skin as Jackson watched, his body surrounding her, protective and sexual at the same time.

  It was a slow realization that she was wet, aroused. The touches and kisses had been comforting and the shift to sexual so subtle that she found herself rocking her hips back against Jackson’s cock. The edge of Reign’s mouth kicked up and he eased his hand down, cupping her pussy through the thin shorts, his fingers fluttering, thumping little pulses to her entrance.

  As if they were in silent communication with each other, Reign and Jackson each reached for her shorts and pushed them down, taking her panties along as well, leaving her bare. Jackson shifted away and moments later when he returned, he was naked, the rough hair on his legs tickling her sensitive skin.

  He moved in, snuggling back up to her, his hands sliding around and cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples under the t-shirt she still wore. He knew just how much pressure to apply, strong and firm, just on the pleasure side of pain. She skimmed her hand up Reign’s chest, running the pads of her fingers over his nipples. The tiny peaks perked up and he moaned, rolling into the caress.

  Jackson chuffed behind her. She could feel the humor rolling off him. He didn’t seem to mind indulging Reign. She glanced over her shoulder. Jackson’s eyes met hers. Heat and light, humor and lust flared back at her.

  She cocked her head to the side, asking silently—not for permission but for agreement—to continue. Jackson bent down and put a light kiss beneath her ear.

  “Touch him, baby. Let the two of us love you the way we were meant to.”

  The words swirled around her head. It wouldn’t be her making love with Reign, it would be both of them. More confident that she wouldn’t be screwing up what she had to with Jackson, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss on Reign’s shoulder, licking to taste the taut skin. She continued to pet him, letting her hands and lips wander across his chest and stomach.

  As she touched Reign, Jackson touched her, his hands sliding up her hips, teasing the flesh between her legs, dipping his fingers into her pussy, his touch delicate and strong. Reign cupped her head in his hand and pulled her down, taking her lips in a lazy kiss, swishing his tongue inside her mouth, drawing her into his to play.

  The sensations piled on her, overwhelming rational thought. Holding herself in place for Reign’s kiss even as her hips rocked against the slow finger fuck from Jackson. God, it was happening again. She was having sex with two men and it seemed natural and right. A brief moment of clarity jolted through her brain, reminding her that she didn’t do things like this. Desperate and a little panicked, she drew back gasping for breath, reaching back to stop Jackson.

  “Wait, we should—”

  “Fuck.” Reign said the word against her lips, distracting her with another kiss. She moaned into his mouth, trying to remember why this was a bad idea.

  “It’s okay, baby.” Jackson eased his fingers deeper and she released his wrist, wanting that touch. “We need you. Both of us. Let us love you.”

  That special quality of Jackson’s voice that made her trust him pushed through the filter of panic, calming her.

  That’s what it felt like—love. She knew it was too soon. She’d known Jackson only a few days. And her conversations with Reign had been few and mainly focused on Winston. But this felt right. Being between them felt right. And if she regretted it later, she would at least know she went into it with her eyes open.

  “Yes,” she whispered, turning her head and meeting Jackson’s kiss. Reign’s lips and teeth moved across her neck.

  It was slow and languid, sexual but with no rush, no urgency. Before when they’d been in bed together, there had been a specter over them. Time and reason. Now it was just pleasure. Every stroke, four hands moving across her skin, lying on her back with both men over her, sucking and biting her nipples until she felt every kiss in her pussy, her hips pumping the air, seeking relief. Fingers slipped between her legs, brushing against her clit, a whispered caress before moving on, deeper, sliding into her cunt. Sensation surrounded her, filled her and she needed more.

  “Please.” She moaned the word, begging her lovers to ease the wicked tension they’d created.

  Vaguely she was aware of masculine murmurs, instructions and guiding hands, lifting her and positioning her hips. She looked down. Reign lay stretched out beneath her, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs worrying her nipples. The gold from his eyes gleamed in the weak light of the room.

  “Fuck me?” she asked.

  Heat flared in his gaze. “Yes, kitten.” He pressed up and she bent down to meet him for a hot, deep kiss that burned through her body, making the ache between her thighs worse. Breathless, they pulled back. Dani turned her head, knowing Jackson would be there. Even as his mouth devoured hers in a kiss that made her head spin, Reign shifted her body, drawing her down, the round head of his cock easing into her opening. She moaned into Jackson’s mouth, sucking on his tongue and savoring the sweet groan from him.

  Heat stretched her pussy and she drew away from Jackson, her focus on the hard cock filling her. Her fingers clenched, one hand digging into Jackson’s palm, pulling the tension away from her pussy as she forced her body to relax, to let Reign push inside in her.

  “Fuck that’s pretty, baby.” Jackson sucked on one her fingers, stretching out beside them, watching Reign’s cock penetrate her. Stunned and overcome by the sensation, she stared at Jackson. Any lingering concerns about looking like a slut disappeared as he stared back at her, that serious sexy gaze filling her with confidence. Without even asking she knew that for some reason he was okay with Reign and her fucking but no other man would be allowed near her. She belonged to them.

  Would belong to them. They’d promised. At the club. They were going to both take her at the same time, both men inside her. She trembled a bit, her mind zigzagging with possibilities.

  Once again, Jackson was there with solid comfort.

  “Not tonight, baby.” He kissed her fingertips, a seductive mixture of sex and strength. “Tonight you’re just going to ride him.” His hand stroked up her arm. “Show him how delicious it is to be buried in your hot, pretty cunt. Show him what it’s like to have you on top of him.”

  As if he were giving her instructions, she nodded and turned her attention back to the man who filled her. She pressed down, letting the final inches sink into her pussy. A low groan escaped her throat as she rested down, her ass against his thighs, her legs spread wide.

  Still conscious of Jackson beside her, she concentrated on Reign. The arrogant glimmer that usually lived in his stare was gone and all that remained was heat. Hunger. For her.

  She placed her hands on
his shoulder, her breasts swaying as she rocked forward, lifting up and sliding that glorious cock from inside her. She watched Reign’s eyes, fascinated by the desire. His gaze didn’t glow red like Jackson’s did when he was aroused but it was no less obvious that Reign wanted her. She drew back until just the tip was inside her then she pushed down, the movements long and slow. Dreamy. Reign skimmed his hands across her thighs, twirling random circles on her skin.

  The Cat personality radiated through him, the indulgent way he guided her hips, up and down. There seemed to be no rush, despite the rising urgency inside her. She circled her hips, gasping at the subtle brush against her clit.

  Reign groaned and held her in place as he thrust up, the first hard push inside her. Shivers raced across her skin, sparking from her pussy.

  “God, that’s beautiful.” She heard Jackson’s words, felt him beside her, his fingers teasing her breasts, sliding down across her stomach to her pussy. He curled around her, applying his lips to her nipples, sucking and biting, adding delicious layers of sensation. As Reign slipped out, Jackson wrapped his fingers around Reign’s cock, stroking her pussy lips as he caressed the point where their bodies met.

  Reign growled but there was no threat in the sound. Only desire. His fingers tightened on her hips and he pulled her down, driving up into her.

  Her head dropped back and she moaned, digging her nails into the tight muscles along his ribs. The tiny scratches seemed to send Reign over some invisible edge. He punched his hips up, slamming into her at the perfect angle.

  Her orgasm came up like a surprise storm, rippling through her pussy, drawing the breath from her lungs. And it didn’t stop. Her lungs constricted and she felt her eyes widen, staring at the man below her. She’d come before, she knew how to make herself orgasm, but never had it just been a surprise. He lifted her up and drove his cock back into her passage. The heavy thrust sent off another wave of tiny shocks.

  Two masculine, competing growls filled the air. Her head was turned and Jackson claimed her mouth, as Reign pumped his cock in and out of her again, holding her hard against his hips as he came inside her. The growls turned to groans and Dani’s eyes drifted shut, colors swirling inside her head.

  Her lovers continued to stroke, calming caresses to ease her from the radical high. The world shifted and she let her eyes open to watch Reign and Jackson turn her, splay her out on the bed, every ounce of strength gone.

  Both men leaned over her, Reign on her left, Jackson on her right. Jackson.

  “What about you?” she asked, letting her fingers drift across his stomach, though she wasn’t sure she had the energy to be fucked again.

  The corners of his mouth pulled up. A shy smile that made her heart ache. “I’m fine, baby. I came when you did.” He grinned at Reign. “All over the puddy-tat.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Reign listened to the steady breathing of the woman beside him and tried to keep his heart from pounding. What the hell was wrong with him? The fact that he was still next to her, faking sleep, was strange enough but he had the urge to pet and cuddle her. Made no sense. He was the Cat. He was the one who got stroked, when he wanted it.

  The fact that he was willingly in bed with a wolf also freaked him out.

  He forced his head up, looked over Dani’s shoulder and Jackson’s head toward the clock. It was almost time for him to get up anyway. He had to do follow-up on last night.

  Keeping the mattress still, he rolled off the side of bed, his feet landing on the floor with a quiet patter. Both bodies on the bed shifted, filling in the space he’d abandoned.

  Reign grabbed his jeans and headed toward the bathroom. A quick shower would wake him up, clear his mind. He stepped under the stinging spray and moaned, letting the heat wash over his body.

  He heard the bathroom door open and kept his head down, water dripping down his head and back, even when Jackson pushed aside the shower curtain and climbed in. Reign waited. He’d basically agreed to let Jackson fuck his ass and it appeared the wolf wasn’t going to let him leave without that happening. He tried to stay relaxed. He’d never allowed another man to fuck him. Wasn’t sure he was going to like it but he wasn’t backing out on the deal.

  Jackson moved behind him, their bodies brushing together as the scent of strawberry filled the shower stall. Strawberry lube? Bracing himself against the wall, he waited for the first penetration, trusting Jackson enough to take it slow.

  Slightly scratchy warmth tickled his back as more strawberry burst into the small space. Reign flinched. Jackson was washing him? The slow rub of the sponge across his skin confused the hell out of his mind.

  “Relax, man.” Jackson followed the command with a kiss to Reign’s shoulder. “Just enjoy.”

  Reign inhaled and tried to do just that. He’d been mentally preparing for being fucked, instead he was being pampered. The warmth and caresses sank into Reign’s muscles. If Jackson was trying to loosen him up to be fucked, it was working. The only part of him that wasn’t relaxed was his dick. It stayed hard, waiting.

  Jackson knelt down, sliding the sponge along the backs of Reign’s knees, down to his ankles. His fingers stroked the same skin, lingering on the curve of Reign’s ass, teasing the split between his ass cheeks. A low purr rumbled from Reign’s throat before he’d even realized it.

  “Nice,” Jackson whispered as he stood, his kisses hotter than the water that poured over Reign’s skin, rinsing away the bubbles. “You’ve got the best ass.” Jackson moved close, his hard cock pushing against Reign. “Well, except maybe for Dani.”

  “I hear that.” They both chuckled, males united in their lust for the female.

  “Turn around.” Jackson followed up his request with more kisses. Reign briefly wondered if that was how he got women to do what he wanted. Command and then kiss so they didn’t really notice they were following orders.

  Of course, none of his thoughts kept him from turning, facing Jackson, shifting until their cocks pressed against the other. He turned his head and met Jackson’s kiss, hard and deep, even as they pumped against each other, the wicked friction sending hot shocks down his spine. He clamped one hand around the back of Jackson’s head and the other to his hip, holding him in place when he would have pulled away. God, he could come from this and then he probably wouldn’t care what Jackson did to his ass.

  Jackson sucked on his tongue then pulled back just enough to whisper. “I’m not done.”

  “Neither am I,” Reign pointed out with a growl and another thrust of his hips.

  “It’s my turn, right? Let me finish.”

  Reign relaxed his hold on Jackson’s hip. He was right. They’d agreed to this. And really, if anyone was going to fuck his ass, he’d bet Jackson would do a damn fine job of it.

  Waiting for Jackson’s next instruction, no doubt to turn around and get himself ready, Reign was shocked again. Jackson brought the sponge back up and rubbed it over Reign’s chest. When Jackson pinched one of his flat nipples, Reign knew he wasn’t expected to totally relax. The hard caress sent a shock to his dick. He propped his shoulders against the shower wall and inhaled. The strawberry scent wasn’t too strong and blended nicely with the male arousal that flowed between them.

  Even as Jackson washed him, bubbles clinging to both their chests, he stroked and touched, kissing bare skin. Reign closed his eyes and let himself be seduced, just as they’d seduced Dani earlier.

  Jackson went to his knees, the shower spraying the soap from Reign’s stomach. As the bubbles disappeared, Jackson ran his tongue across the tight ripples, loving the subtle reactions in Reign’s body, the way he moved into the caresses. He’s such a Cat, Jackson thought, giving Reign’s abs another lick.

  Reign’s cock twitched like it was trying to get Jackson’s attention.

  “Jax, man, what are you doing?”

  He tipped his head back, water dripping across his cheeks. “I thought it would be obvious.” He smiled. “Guess I’m not doing it right.” Just so Re
ign would get the idea, Jackson took his erection and did a long slow lick from the base to the tip. “That better?” A low grunt-growl combination broke from Reign’s throat—almost like a purr that had been cut off.

  Oh no. Jackson wanted that purr.

  He’d never done this before but he had a feeling Reign would forgive his inexperience. Being male, Jackson knew that a bad blowjob was still pretty good.

  The wolf in his head seemed to agree, yipping and growling.

  He took Reign’s cock in his hand and pumped it, testing to see how tight to grasp. He knew he’d found the right touch when Reign started thrusting against his hand. He kept up the steady pumping, not too fast—he didn’t want Reign coming before he’d had a chance to taste him properly—while he pressed up on his knees and returned to the ripples of muscles marking Reign’s abs. Dani’s fingers had traced these lines earlier, now Jackson followed the same path with his tongue, finding a sensitive spot just below Reign’s bellybutton. A faint shiver ran across the tight skin. Jackson returned, scraping his teeth, biting down just enough to make Reign jump.

  “Jax.” The name was a mixture of warning and need. Good but not the sound he wanted. He stroked his tongue over the tiny red mark left by his teeth and moved away, tasting and kissing the smooth skin, almost hairless. He smiled thinking of Reign as one of those scary-looking hairless cats. That was something else to throw into his pocket for later. When he needed to tease the Cat.

  For now, he had things to do. He turned his head and lapped at the base of Reign’s cock. It was a strange sensation but something he could get used to. The scent was delicious. Not sweet and sexual like Dani but compelling, intriguing. An essence of Dani’s pussy juices remained on Reign’s skin, combining the two scents, flavors.

  He stopped the pump to Reign’s dick and let his mouth wander, open lips, tongue, tasting. He trailed the tip of his tongue up the underside of Reign’s cock. That elicited another shiver. Jackson shifted on his knees, the hot water still pouring down on them. He reached down and wrapped his free hand around his own dick, pumping a few times, not wanting to come just yet but needing the touch.