by Shae Shannon
“Spread your legs, darlin’, I am hungry.” Her mouth gaped at the meaning of his statement, but she hurriedly complied. He dropped between them, grabbing her ankles and pushing them toward her ass before diving into her cream. There was no gentleness as he ravished her throbbing pussy. The sounds coming from him were as if was dining on the richest of French desserts. Giselle’s breath hitched in her chest. She could feel an orgasm building in her womb already. Her hands dug into his shoulders desperate to draw him closer. After tracing his tongue around her clit, he moved it slowly down her slit and plunged deep in her channel. His thumb rubbed over her bundle of nerves and began circling, adding pressure with each swipe. Brandon licked deep in her hole, tongue-fucking her.
Giselle could feel her body about to combust. Never in her life had she experienced an orgasm from oral sex. That being said, she had never had anyone eat her pussy like this before either. Brandon seemed to be enjoying the torment he was applying to her genitals. She sure as hell was. She looked down and found his eyes, glowing with arousal. Something about seeing him like this, his head between her legs and his eyes lit up, set her off. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of the cliff of complete delectation. She fought to arch upward to reach her euphoria, but his hands rendered her motionless. His mouth came off of her dripping sex. He released a deep roar. “Do not orgasm until I give you permission, minha rainha. Do you understand?” He was in pure dom alpha mode. Her body quaked with excitement as his whole demeanor changed in an instant. The reactions her body displayed puzzled her. “I want to look into your eyes when you come. Do you understand?”
Her voice quivered, but she managed to answer with a simple “Y–yes.” He gave her a quick nod in response and lowered back down to eat her cunt. She held on for dear life as detonation built higher and higher in her core. He released his mouth from her sex to study her face. She was close. Time to play.
“Giselle, when I tell you, I want you to let go for me. Don’t hold back. I want you to see who is satisfying you. When you are done, I am going to lick and drink every drop of your juices, love.” She only moaned louder in response. She was desperate to reach climax. Her breathing came in rasps when she wasn’t holding it. Sweat had beaded on her brow, and her eyes were wide in need. He drove his fingers in her cavern, scissoring them in and out. With a single adjustment, he was hitting her G-spot and being rewarded with pleading and begging. She was ready. With a final flick of her clit, her body began to tense. “Come for me, my queen. Give me your sweet juice. Come now!” With that simple command, her body rotated off its axis. She shook and thrashed off of the bed, quaking tigerishly.
Brandon couldn’t bridle his craving any longer. He gently slipped out of her convulsing channel and drew his fingers to his lips. He lazily licked and sucked them off, reveling in her honey. His panther meowed in delight at the animalistic manifestation. His eyes narrowed and molded into glowing, fierce slits. He departed the caging restraints of her legs and moved up her body. “I am sorry, love, but I can’t hold back any longer. I have to be inside of you now. My panther needs its true mate. I can’t wait until the day I am able to drive you to unimaginable heights and bond with you, my bruxa. It will be an unfathomable experience. After the mating ceremony, you will never again dwell in the gutters of ordinary. Every time I sink into you, it will be extraordinary.”
Giselle was reduced to a puddle of molten desire. She was desperate, her carnal need taking over. “Please Brandon! I can’t…I need…” She couldn’t express in words what she wanted. In a frenzied state, she allowed her magic to come forth. The air around them started to shift, twirling into a raging whirlwind that whipped around their naked flesh. As she threw her head back, the roaring vortex smacked into Brandon, shoving him down onto her to drive his hard shaft to the place where she needed it most.
Immediately the indoor tornado ceased. After the initial shock wore off, Brandon released a deep, rumbling laugh. “Well, my little minha, with skills like that, no words are necessary. I will gladly give you what you want. Your pussy is lubing up my cock good. When I enter you, I’m not gonna hold back. I am going to sink into you down to my balls, love, and stretch that tight cunt. Are you ready for me?”
Giselle was busy kissing his neck and chest, allowing her hands to frantically rub and caress every inch of his chiseled upper body. Her only manageable reply was a simple throaty moan. Brandon took that as his green light and grabbed her hands. He palmed them in one hand and raised them above her head, locking them to the pillow. In one hard thrust, he rammed into her to the hilt. She cried out as her back bridged off of the bed and into his chest. He gave her time to adjust to his size before plunging in and out of her smoldering sex at a painstakingly slow pace. His intention was to make her go insane with need, and he was succeeding. He flashed her a wicked smile and shook his head in a slow, devious motion. “What do you need, Giselle? Are you not happy with slow and easy? I love feeling your control slipping. Maybe I will just stay like this, only moving enough to taunt you. Would you like that?”
The thin threads of her sanity snapped. “No! Brandon, please! Please fuck me hard. I need to feel you deep! Damn it, fuck me now!” Her words more than pleased him. He brushed his lips against hers and began drumming into her.
With her hands still immobilized above her head, all she was able to do was feel. This cat man was driving her mad with need. Like no other before him, he had broken down all of her protective layers and left her vulnerable. Her heart, body, and soul were exposed for him to see. Her mind had entered a euphoric subspace, as bounce after bounce of rippling pleasure cascaded through her body. She could feel her womb swelling with delightful tingles, promising that a combusting, exploding release was near. She began arching her body, tilting her pelvis to guide his long, thick dick against that magical spot. It only took three hard bumps against her “come now” button and she exploded.
Her pussy tightened around his dick like a vise, milking him and squeezing him in a thaumaturgic rhythm. He had to grit his teeth and fight to stay enveloped in her tunnel as she rode each crest out. She felt like heaven. Her body was a perfect glove fit to his. This little vixen was more than anything he had ever dreamed of. His heart began to swell at the intimate bonding taking place. He wasn’t able to dwell on the feelings engulfing him for too long as his balls swelled and drew up, ferociously threatening to detonate. His movements whirled to a frantic urgency. She continued to ride her euphoria, as her body racked orgasm after orgasm relentlessly. Her groans had become screams as the intensity mounted higher and higher. Brandon couldn’t take it any longer. He shook uncontrollably as he held back the avalanche that threatened to bowl him down. His teeth began to itch and elongate as his panther attempted to take over and claim her. He released a wild panther scream that could most likely be heard miles away. With the last bit of willpower he had left, he refrained from marking her without consent and instead chomped down on the pillow beside her head as he racked stream after stream of his hot seed into her.
They lay joined together for a long time. Both were at a loss of words as they floated back down to earth. Their breathing had slowed from the gasping pants just moments before. She noticed that their heartbeats had seemed to become synced as well, strumming together as one. Giselle was completely and utterly satisfied. Never in all of her years had she ever experienced such pleasure. Self-indulgence mixed with a bit of magic didn’t even fit into the same ballpark. This man had managed to melt her hard exterior and penetrate her soul. Her mind raced with thoughts. For some unknown reason her subconscious kept drifting to Aiden. Here she was, in the arms of another, his not yet completely flaccid penis still submerged inside of her amidst a puddle of his seed, and her mind was wandering to another man. She felt a strong pull to Brandon but felt like something was missing. Visions of both men participating in the wild carnival that had just taken place floated around her head, drawing her magic muscle to clench around Brandon’s unit.
Brandon
gasped, surprised by the sudden massage he felt. “Dang, darlin’, are you already for round two? I figured we might grab some dinner first and possibly soak in a hot bath before I worked you over again.”
Giselle giggled. “Sorry, my mind was wandering. It was an involuntary action, I promise.”
“Mmmmm, sure it was. Well, for the record, I have extreme stamina. I can guarantee I will wear you out before you do me, love. And what great pleasure it will to be.”
“You are so nasty, Brandon Knight! Do you kiss your momma with that mouth?”
“Um, no, but I do munch your temple of delight with it, and you don’t seem to be complaining.”
With a quick shove, she disconnected their erogenous joining and playfully slapped him on the chest. “You are a bad, bad, bad man.”
“Yes, my lady, that I am. But I promise you that you will love all of my wicked ways, Giselle.”
A small, contemplative smile swept her features. This was the first man that had ever hinted about something more than just fun in the sack in over twenty years. She may have to rethink her rules about men. He wasn’t exactly a man anyway. He was a shifter. So, that made it okay, right? What about the other shifter that gets your juices flowing? Have you forgotten about him? You know you will not be able to resist him again if he touches you. She could feel her pulse quicken at just the thought of Aiden Grey. Didn’t this make her an ultimate ho? She quickly dismissed the ideas that were creeping over her happy snuggles. I can figure it all out later, preferably when I am not in the arms of a hot man. A hot, steamy, wild beast-man who I think I am falling for. Ughhh! Why am I this way? Two men? Two shifter men? Two alpha shifter men who reek of dominance? There is no way they would ever even consider a one night of romance threesome much less any type of relationship. Just enjoy what you have, Giselle Shalay.
“Shall we go find something to eat, my rainha? I am starved. I need to rebuild my strength because you, my little vixen, are a force to be reckoned with.” Giselle’s stomach took that as its cue to start rumbling and grumbling. They both burst out in laughter.
“Well, it seems my stomach has answered for me. I guess we better get our clothing back on. I don’t think anyone else around here would appreciate us prancing around in our birthday suits.”
“You would be surprised. You forget that you are amongst a house full of shifters. We have all seen each other butt naked. It’s not really a big deal.”
“Oh, right. Well, I am not a shifter, and no one but you in this house has seen me bare-assed. So, I vote for clothes. Come on, panther boy, let’s get going.”
They moved about the room, gathering their strewn clothing, and dressed. “Okay, let’s head out. I can cook downstairs instead of us going out. It would be a lot easier and faster. I think that there is just about anything you could want down there.”
“Sure, I ain’t no chef but I can assist pretty good. Let’s go!” Brandon hooked his arm in hers and led her out the door.
Chapter 5
They arrived at the kitchen to find that everyone else had the same idea as they had. The only perk was there was a buffet of food laid out on the counters for everyone to enjoy. “Well, I don’t guess we are cooking tonight. Looks like we will have to wait until tomorrow night for you to teach me how to cook, angel.” Brandon reached down and laid a kiss on her forehead. He caught her by surprise. She turned to look at him, a puzzled look on her face. “Don’t give me that look, darlin’. You are mine now. I want everyone to know.”
“Brandon we have only just started…seeing each other…so to speak. I don’t expect a ring on my finger by sunrise.”
“Oh, shit. How about sunset then?” He flashed his sexy panty-soaking grin at her. Well, one thing was for certain, there was no winning with this putty tat.
After piling their plates with an array of tasty dishes, they found a couple empty chairs next to Chloe and Gabe. “Do you guys mind some company?” Aiden directed his question at Chloe, knowing that she wore the pants in their relationship.
Gabe’s eyebrows drew together. “Hey, douche bag, what if I mind?”
“Do you?”
“Well, no, but it’s getting quite old that everyone is going to Chloe first. I am the man.”
Chloe snorted as she began to laugh. She reached over and patted his cheek, babying him. “Aw, we know darling. You are my big bad vampire. They were only asking me because I am damn near tippin’ the table over with my belly. If one of the girls kicks, it may send our food flying across the room.” They all laughed.
Giselle began kissing and rubbing on her pregnant belly, murmuring in baby talk. “Auntie, you know that you are babbling to my stomach in front of a room full of people don’t you?”
“Silly child, I am speaking to the little angels. I don’t give a flying rat’s ass what everyone else thinks. The babies are coming soon. We need to prepare for their birth. It will happen before sunrise.”
“How do you know, Auntie?”
“Because, child, I can feel them. I can see and hear them. The time is upon us. Eat well now, because after this meal you can’t eat or drink. Gabe, can you call the shifter doc and make sure he will be here in the next little while? It is better to prepare for anything.”
“Yes, of course. Wow! I am gonna be a daddy tonight! I want her set up underground just in case the little darlings decide to be late like most women do. Wow!”
Brandon stood and embraced his friend. “Congrats, bro. We will all be here to help in any way we can.”
“Thank you, so much. Attention everyone! I am going to be a father tonight!” The room exploded with clapping and whooping. Catcalls and whistling echoed off the walls. Everyone offered their assistance and began making the preparations for the expecting couple.
Giselle laughed. “Well, I had thought that I had a lot to do, but it seems that everyone has it all covered. I can focus my attention on you, my dear.” She wrapped her arms around Chloe, holding her until the babies began protesting and kicking her away. They both let out a giggle. “You just wait until you get here, you little boogers. I am going to smother you three with kisses.”
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Brandon had moved over to stand protectively behind her, dropping his hand on her lower back. This woman was amazing. The more he was around her, the more he felt himself falling head over heels with her. He had longed for so long to find his true mate but thought he never would. She crumbled his rugged, steel outer shell and turned this big bad alpha into a lazy house cat. He was going to have to tell her that she was his mate soon, because he had a bad feeling shit with Aiden was about to get real. Just the feel of her back on his palm made his skin sizzle. She was more than he could have ever of dreamed of. The tribe was going to adore her. Most of them already knew her from the ones that resided at the mansion. The rest were regulars in Java Delights, so there would be very few to introduce her to.
He looked down and saw her affection pouring like a faucet over Chloe’s babies. Could she still have children? He would love to see her ripe and aglow with his cubs. That would be the ultimate gift of all. Brandon was always the best uncle, and adopted uncle, to all of the cubs of the tribe. The ladies all loved that the strong alpha was easy to lure into babysitting whenever they needed time alone with their mate. Where is all of this coming from? Isn’t it a little too soon to be picking out baby names? Get a damn grip, Brandon Knight. You are an alpha! Strong, commanding, dominant. Not this mushy, gushy, pussy stuff! While he was arguing with himself in his inner dialog, he caught a warning scent. Aiden. His panther went into a defensive posture, ready to break free to protect their mate. His grip tightened on the dip above her derrière. Her body stiffened under his touch. He knew she had sensed him also, and a look of sheer panic flashed across her features. He immediately began caressing his hand in circles in an unspoken reassurance. He could read from her posture that she was angry, but the faintest scent of arousal trickled into his senses. Well, maybe she won’t be so hard to convince of a plural ma
rriage. We could give her a taste of what it’s about, and she will never want to let us go. Now, Aiden getting his head dislodged out of his ass is a whole new battle. Please don’t be a fuck clown in front of all of these people.
Everyone turned to stare as Aiden made his way across the room toward Giselle. Gabriel had instinctively pushed his chair back, ready to play bouncer if necessary. When Aiden reached the table, his posture had melted and molded into remorse and uncertainty. Brandon relaxed a fraction of an inch, still feeling that this wasn’t going to be a sweet conversation over tea.
“Hello, guys. Gabe, Chlo. Geez, Chloe, I think those babies have you lookin’ like the blueberry girl off of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I think you need the Oompa-Loompas to roll you down to the juicing room.” They all snickered, and the tension fog cleared.
“Crap, I know. These little devils are all but breaking my ribs. I have a bad feeling they are gonna fight like something fierce. I won’t be surprised if they all come out sporting black eyes.”
Gabe straightened in his chair. He flashed the most prideful look and cheesing grin a man could possess. “I am glad you are home. Giselle said that they were expected to greet the world tonight. We have already sent for the doc, and a crew of the others are downstairs making preparations and setting up for the birth. I didn’t want you to miss out on it.”
