by Ruby Ryan
"Oh?" Kerix said.
I opened my eyes and realized they were both naked now, two ridiculously chiseled hunks before me giving me the lustiest bedroom eyes I'd ever seen.
"Oh!" I yelped as Tyrix lifted me off the ground. His strong arms held me easily, and I wrapped my legs around his torso. My panties were gone now, disintegrated in a flash of Karak shifting, and I pressed my wet sex against his navel as he kissed me harder, tongue pushing into my mouth.
Kerix came up behind me and slid a hand down my lower back, in between my exposed ass cheeks. Then in a blink lubrication coated his fingers, and he rubbed at my asshole softly, in a circle, spreading it all over my hole.
"Yes," I moaned into Tyrix's mouth as I felt Kerix press his broad chest against my back, sandwiching me between them. His cock was a rod of heat against my lower back, and I trembled as he guided it down, in between my cheeks, the tip touching the outer ring of my forbidden hole.
"I want to feel you, inside and out," he whispered into my hair. His words made me quiver, and I felt myself relax as his tip pushed inside of me, widening my hole, demanding entry.
Being held in the air by one of my men, while the other began to fuck me from behind, was a sensation like being weightless.
I moaned loudly as he pushed with his hips, two inches inside. Somehow it didn't hurt at all; it was the perfect amount of pressure, rubbing against the walls of my pussy from the outside. Tyrix held me in place for his brother, moving his hands from my thighs to my ass cheeks, spreading me as wide as I could go, and Kerix pushed deeper with each thrust easily.
All I could do was open my mouth in a silent cry of pleasure while he had his way with me.
And then, before I could ask, or demand, or beg for it, Tyrix's long cock was pressing against my pussy lips. They were so wet, coated all throughout the inside and around the entrance, that he had only to push forward with his hips and slide right in. Kerix paused in my other hole to allow his brother to join him, giving me a moment to adjust to the intensity. And then Tyrix was thrusting himself, lowering my entire body onto his cock, impaling me on it like a stake.
I screamed with ecstasy, overwhelmed by how amazing they felt.
Driven by my cries, Kerix began fucking my asshole again, grabbing me by the waist to drive himself as deep as he could. The feeling of them inside of me at the same time was once again incredible, their rods massaging my inner walls from both angles. They pistoned back and forth inside of me, one stroking in while the other stroked out, while I grunted and rocked between them.
As they sped up so did I, gyrating my body up and down between them, using my legs wrapped around Tyrix for leverage. They moaned along with me, and I gripped the back of Tyrix's hair while Kerix grabbed a fistful of mine and tugged, pulling my head back while he fucked me long and deep, both of them at the same time now, simultaneously out and back inside in conjunction. I felt each thrust with my entire body, deep in my chest and tingling along my spine, and as they screamed so did I, and they both thrust as deep into me as they could, their thighs and balls touching underneath me as if they were one animal joining me from both ends, and they roared their ecstasy as they filled me with their cum, hot spurts shooting inside every wall of every hole I had, dual fires igniting within me, and the sensation drove me over my own edge as I climaxed along with them, squeezing my eyes shut until all I saw was white.
Time did not exist in the few moments after. I floated, and then I was on the bed and under the billowing covers, with gorgeous men on either side of me.
"I hope your sound barrier actually works," I whispered. "Otherwise those guards heard quite an earful."
"Have no fear," Tyrix said. "If they heard you, they would have thought we were murdering you and knocked the door down!"
The three of us giggled like children underneath the sheets.
I sighed and pulled myself out of bed. "Enough fun, at least for now. It's time to go have the most important meeting of my life."
I stepped out of bed, and instantly one of them shifted my Air Force uniform back onto my body. I checked the buttons and my LC leaves on the shoulder, and nodded in satisfaction. "That's a really handy trick. You can save me ten minutes each morning by doing that."
By the time I turned around they were both standing and dressed as well. I sighed, still in that hazy afterglow. It would have been wonderful to stay in bed all day.
But then the excitement started to kick in. This was really happening. We were going to meet the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and then my new future would begin. One with hopefully less paperwork.
I took Tyrix and Kerix by the hands, and they squeezed mine back. We shared a group hug, then took deep breaths.
"Let's go change the world," I said, opening the door.
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A priceless totem. An unexplainable transformation. And a secret he can't keep from her for long.
Ever since finding the gemstone figurine in a cave in Belize, Ethan's been experiencing strange sensations: chills, body aches, and a buzzing in his chest like there's a beast trying to escape.
Which is exactly what happens when Jessica, a temp in his office, finds the figurine and presses the emerald set inside.
Now they share an impossible secret: that Ethan can shapeshift into a gryphon, a mythical creature with the body of a lion and head of an eagle. And as the one to first unleash it from the totem, Jessica is inexplicably bound to him.
But just when they begin to understand what the shapeshifting entails, they're chased by a mysterious man with fire tattoos all over his body, who can turn into his own winged beast. As they scramble for their lives, soon Jessica and Ethan begin to wonder: is such an ability a blessing... or a curse?
GRYPHONS VS DRAGONS is the new paranormal shapeshifter series from Ruby Ryan. There's steamy romance, exciting action, and no cliffhangers. Each book in the series can be read standalone, and of course each features a Happily Ever After!
1
ETHAN
"Dude, come on. Get up."
I groaned and cracked open an eyelid. Sunlight streamed through the window of my bedroom, and even just the split-second of light was enough to send my head pounding.
"Ugh," I moaned.
I heard Andy round my bed and throw aside the curtains, then open the window. The smell of salt and sand gusted inside with the cool ocean air. I rolled over to face the opposite direction, but then Andy was stomping around to do the same on that side of the room.
Christ, couldn't he let me sleep?
"Get up!" he repeated, peeling off my sheets. I curled into a ball and wedged my eyes shut against the growing light of day.
"I'm good here."
"We're gunna be late," Andy insisted. "Orlando booked the cave tour days ago. He's gunna be pissed if people bail out."
"You're gunna be pissed," I corrected.
"Everyone's going. We can't stay in bed all day."
I considered fighting longer, but Andy wasn't the kind of guy to give up unless I was dead. So I surrendered and grabbed my glasses from the side table.
"I'm going," I croaked, mouth feeling like it was made of a lizard's scales. Andy shoved something at my face which ended up being a glass of water.
"Meet you out front in fifteen."
And then, blessedly, he left.
I wasn't the drinker I used to be. None of us were, but that hadn't stopped us from emptying two bottles of rum between the five of us on the Belize beach. It wasn't often you celebrated your ten year college reunion with your best friends.
Less alcohol tonight, I decided, head so cloudy that even those three words came with difficulty. It was our final night in the small Central American country, and I sure as hell didn't want to feel like this when I jumped on a plane in the morning. Mayb
e some beers instead of hard liquor, a drink I could sip on and take my time.
Yeah. That sounded nice.
I lurched my body into the shower and stood under the hot water until I felt vaguely human, threw on some shorts and a T-shirt, and left my room.
The villa we'd rented had five bedrooms around a shared living space. The kitchen was filthy with upended shot glasses and cups that still held half an inch of alcohol in the bottom. The scent of alcohol was so strong I could smell it from the hallway, and I felt my gag reflex crawling up the back of my throat.
I rushed outside to meet the others.
The sun punched me in the brain like it'd been waiting in ambush, bright and hot and bright, did I mention bright? For a second I considered going back inside to put in my contact lenses, which would then allow me to wear sunglasses, but I didn't want to delay things further.
I was the last one ready, I saw with muted annoyance. Andy stood chipper and cheery in a baggy white shirt, gesturing with his hand while he explained something only Andy could care about. Sam nodded along, his dirty blond hair bouncing gently with each movement.
Roland stood next to them and stared off at nothing. He removed his sunglasses and rubbed at his bloodshot eyes, then scratched at his mop of Irish auburn hair.
The Belfast-born man saw me and gave a nod of mutual agony.
Andy clapped his hands together, finally noticing that I was there. "Good! We're all here. It was so quiet this morning I thought I'd find dead bodies in your beds."
"Would that you did," Roland muttered, his Irish accent thick in the morning sun.
Orlando spoke with the driver next to the jeep in Spanish, then turned to us. "We're all set. Ten minute drive out to the caves."
I play-punched him on his dark-skinned arm in greeting as I passed, and he gave me a smirk in return. "If you get sick on the ride, hombre, speak up so we can pull over."
"Why would I get sick?"
It turns out the reason I might get sick was because the road to the caves was more of a game trail than an actual road. For fifteen minutes we bounced over rocks and jutting tree roots, and for half the trip I did think I was going to be sick. Somehow I held my nausea in check. Andy stood in the back of the jeep like a World War Two tank commander, gazing around like he was leading the way instead of an American simply along for the ride.
The low-hanging jungle trees finally cave way to a small clearing, with enough room for three or four cars to park. The land sloped away in a trail, leading toward a small black crack in the slate mountain face.
"These are the incredible caves you've been going on about?" Roland said, voice thick with disdain. "I got out bed for this?"
Disappointment flashed on Andy's face, but only for an instant. "Don't judge a book by it's cover. It's bigger on the inside, right Orlando?"
"That is how caves work," Sam mumbled.
Orlando translated the question to the guide, who nodded vigorously. I shrugged and climbed out the jeep, already counting down the time until we were done and could return to our beds for a nap.
The guide handed out helmets and gear, which ended up being thin harnesses with some sort of tracking device and a small LED flashlight. Our group of hungover thirty-somethings strapped the harnesses on in silence.
"No picks or climbing equipment?" Sam asked, a frown falling across his blue eyes.
Orlando laughed and said, "Dude, no. It's not that tough of a cave."
"At least, not the part we're exploring," Andy cut in. "There are some expert tunnels, but that'd be a death sentence for anyone in your current state."
"Amen," I said, which drew a few laughs.
The guide addressed us, speaking in broken--but understandable--English. Follow him, taking care where we stepped. Always keep the person in front of you in view. Never leave the path unless he says it's okay.
We nodded along, barely hearing.
And then we were descending toward the cave entrance itself, an unimpressive black gash in the grey rock.
The entrance tunnel was just wide enough to pass through without ducking, though my shoulders brushed against both walls. I wondered if any of my buddies were claustrophobic. That probably would have been a good thing for them to announce before coming out here, but there was rarely logic in a hungover mind. I was the fourth one in line, following behind our guide and Orlando and then Andy, and I kept the sight of Andy's white shirt within my view as I shuffled along the uneven ground. The tunnel extended maybe fifty feet, it was tough to tell--
And then Andy disappeared.
I felt a brief moment of panic before realizing our tunnel was opening into a larger area, and Andy had stepped to the side. I sighed with relief as I passed through the final squeeze of rock.
I gasped.
We were in an enormous subterranean chamber. The cone of Orlando's flashlight arced across the air above us, revealing a rocky ceiling so far above it almost didn't seem real. The air smelled faintly musty, and a rush of air stirred the hair on my legs. My brain struggled to make sense of the huge space and failed.
"It's like being inside a sports arena," Sam said, words thick with wonder. Even Roland couldn't make a sarcastic comment now, and stared around with wide eyes.
"Eh?" Andy said, smug as all hell. "Didn't I say it'd be worth waking up for?"
The guide led us across the enormous cave, which was interspersed with small pools of still water. There were no markings anywhere I could see, but he seemed to know the way by heart, and we came to another crack in the far wall.
Then we were scraping along another narrow corridor like the entrance. This one occasionally was marred by a jutting piece of rock from the ceiling, requiring us to duck down in several places. The tunnel curved to the left, then split, and our guide took us along the left-most path.
"Everyone doing okay?" Orlando called from the front.
"Is it too late to tell you I have to piss?" Roland said.
"Wherever you go," Andy said, "don't do it in a place we have to walk back through!"
But Roland remained right behind me without stopping. I couldn't blame him; I didn't want to get left behind in a place like this. The idea of pausing for even a few seconds while the group moved out of sight filled me with a primal terror.
I moved a little faster at the thought, keeping Andy's shirt safely within view.
We walked for the better part of fifteen minutes, our path slowly descending deeper into the ground. The air became more stale with each step, and I imagined the centuries and millennia and eons of time that must have passed before a place like this was ever discovered by humans.
Eventually we came to another open room. It was significantly smaller than the previous one, though still roughly the size of a warehouse in volume. Our guide waited until we were all inside, then spoke with a silly grin on his face.
"Eyes adjust," the guide commanded.
"Okay. Everyone's lights. Turn them off."
"Do what now?" Roland sputtered.
"He's gunna show us how dark it is down here," Orlando explained.
"I know what the dark is like, thank you very much," Roland said.
"Not like this!" Andy snapped off his flashlight, then waved at the rest of us. "Come on guys! Don't be poor sports."
One by one our lights flickered out. Roland's was the last one, until finally he shrugged and did the same. Darkness rushed into the vacuum left by the light, and my eyes tried to adjust, that moment when your pupils dilate and drink in as much light as they can... but they failed. The moment where objects materialized from the darkness never came. There was no light at all this far into the cave. The darkness was absolute.
I'd never known what true darkness was until this moment. It was awe-inspiring.
I reached out and grabbed Andy's arm, just to feel someone around me.
"This is the kind of shit deprivation tanks are made for," Sam said. "Take away all light, and sound, and the brain starts hallucinating. If we had some noise-canc
eling headphones..."
"This is much cooler than a sensory deprivation tank."
"Well yeah..."
I blinked. There was something pulling my head, like a twinge of gravity only I could feel. I turned in the darkness--at least, I thought I turned, it was impossible to tell beyond the way my feet moved on the ground--and followed the sensation to my left.
There was nothing there. It was playing a trick with my brain. My aching, hungover brain.
"Pretty neat, huh?" Orlando said.
I started to answer, but then something happened.
Something that didn't make sense.
Across the space, a green light began to glow. Except it wasn't in the room we currently occupied: it was too far away to be in here. It was like a single pixel of green, an ember that had been ignited and was slowly growing brighter.
I frowned in the darkness, and blinked rapidly, but the glowing light remained.
My other senses leaped into the moment; I felt air on my skin rushing toward the light, and it pulled on me as if I were tied to a rope. Gently, just enough to make me lean forward. Stepping toward it.
"Do you guys see that?" I said out loud.
"What, the whole bunch of nothing?" Roland said.
"No. The green light."
"Green light?" Sam said in a scared voice.
"Dude, your senses are all out of whack," Andy said. "Like the deprivation tank."
The light intensified, growing to a quickly-nearing climax.
"Deprivation tanks only work if you block out sight and sound," Sam whispered.
"Well if Ethan's seeing something..."
"More likely Ethel is fucken with us," Roland insisted.
I barely heard them. All I could do was focus on the intense green light, somewhere deeper within the cave. My jaw hung open, and I began to move toward it...
...and then, as if someone had snapped their fingers, it was gone.
Light returned in that same moment, Roland shining his flashlight all around. "There. Back to normal. Still see anything, Ethel?"
I winced at the light and shielded my eyes, then said, "No." But I knew what I'd seen. It was so intense! That felt far more real than just some hallucination.
