He waggled his index finger between Macha and me. It was such a juvenile gesture, I laughed. “Yeah, we did, and about time, too.”
Lance’s expression changed from amused to hungry. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants. There was no artfulness about him. No hesitation.
More than another orgasm, I craved the connection with my men. If having sex with Lance strengthened our bond, I was on board. My pussy twitched as I rubbed my legs together in a display of wanton abandon.
I’d had no clue how pleasurable sex could be. All my fears about not being enough for four guys had disappeared. I didn’t know whether it was magic or whether I’d discovered my inner slut.
Frankly, I didn’t care. When those men wanted me, I was ready. Under lowered eyelids, I kept my gaze on Lance as he walked towards me, muscles bunching under his skin.
He was nearly as tall as Julian, but broader and thicker. His scalp showed only a dusting of hair regrowth, but the bald look suited him. It made his face sharper, more intense. When he reached the bed, he pulled off his underpants, and a gorgeous erect cock sprang free, hovering above me.
Macha was still out cold. I gently disengaged myself from him and rolled to my side, leaning on my elbow until my mouth was at the same height as Lance’s erection. Moistening my lips, I stared at the large head. Then I took his cock in my hand and licked around the crown.
Lance threw his head back, and his breath escaped with an audible huff. He shuffled closer as I opened up wide to accommodate his girth. The vein on his erection throbbed with excitement.
But as much as he tried to move forward, I was in control. I pushed him back. His eyes were slitted with desire, and his jaw hung open.
He smelled of man, of clean skin, of himself. I inhaled deeply, and my pussy clenched. Sticking the tip of my tongue into his slit to taste the salty drops gathering there, a shot of desire hit my clit like lightning.
His breathing increased sharply. Before I swallowed him down as far as I could, I relaxed my throat while controlling his movement as I held him by the root.
He was trying so hard to be good, to not force himself into my mouth. His pelvis made aborted little thrusts, and I could feel his ass muscles clench every time he moved forward.
I inhaled deeply through my nose, then opened even wider and allowed him to sink in as far as he could. My gag reflex kicked in. But I pushed through it.
Lance grabbed my head and buried himself in my throat until my lips kissed his wiry pubic hair. He held me, reveling in the pressure my spasming throat exerted on his erection.
My hips were undulating, my folds slick with liquid heat. I wasn’t sure if I was still in control of the situation. My breath had been cut off for half a minute. But the more I fought the urge to breathe, the more lightheaded I became and the wetter I got.
Someday, I’d ask him to do this when somebody else fucked me. But today was not the day. The urge to breathe became overwhelming, and I fought it so hard, I trembled.
As if he knew I’d reached my limit, Lance slowly, carefully pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I gasped for breath. The head of his erection was purple, smearing precome over my chin.
“Was that too much?” he asked, his voice as gravelly as if he had been the one choking on a cock.
Macha stirred behind me. But I was too out of it to turn around. I needed to come so badly. Maybe, if we practiced, I could learn to climax without being touched, just with his cock down my throat.
I opened wide. Lance’s eyes were glued to where he fed me his erection. His taste was everywhere, salty, bitter fluid coating the inside of my mouth. It should have been gross, but instead, it turned me on beyond reason.
And again, he launched himself into my windpipe, cutting off the air supply. Was I conditioned to find this unbearably erotic? I rolled to my front, keeping my head at the right height, while rubbing against the sheet to get some relief.
Two hands landed on my ass and squeezed. Macha had finally woken up. I groaned at the additional stimulation. He kept pulling my cheeks apart, running his thumbs over my sensitive furl until I humped the bed, desperate for relief.
I’m going to die. They’re going to kill me with pleasure. The pulse in my head, growing stronger with each second I went without oxygen, found its twin in my contracting pussy. They’re making me come like this.
8
Macha moved his thumbs away from my butt. Instead, something larger and smoother pushed playfully against my furled opening, just enough to smart.
He laid himself over my back, his hands supporting his full weight, and teased my ass and pussy, sliding his erection up and down. Every time his cockhead glided through my folds, I wiggled to make him slip inside and fuck me hard.
“You’re like a cat in heat, my love,” he purred. But he still didn’t give me what I wanted.
Lance pulled back, allowing me to gasp for air, and then he closed off my windpipe again. I was helpless, a butterfly suspended on two pins. Lance’s cock impaled my front, and Macha had my attention at the back end.
Macha pinched my nipple, and the jolt of pain broke through the dreamy headspace I was in. “Stay with us, Amber. We’re not done yet.”
He got off me, and I shivered as I lost his heat from my back. I couldn’t move my head to check what he was doing. I swallowed convulsively as Lance’s precome coated my mouth. My throat pulsed around his cock, trying to draw oxygen into my lungs.
And then something wet and slippery rubbed against my virgin hole. I spread my legs wider to give Macha’s tongue more space.
Lance let me take another breath. His face was rapt with lust as he watched Macha. “This is so fucking sexy. Do you think you can come like this?”
I was too far gone to respond, sliding back into the headspace where I needed to come, but the urge wasn’t sharp and desperate. My next orgasm would shatter me into a million shards of ecstasy, in its own time.
Macha stopped licking me, but a slurping noise suggested he was getting a finger ready to give me more. I groaned, needing to be penetrated below as I was above.
Lance ran his fingers through my hair, pulling my head up. After two lazy slides in and out, he allowed me to take several deep breaths.
Then he pushed slowly deeper than he had before. My throat was on fire, but his flare inside my soul glowed as brightly as the sun. I was both the cause for my lovers’ happiness and the recipient of all the pleasure they could give me.
“Amber, I won’t last. I’m gonna have to start thrusting.”
I didn’t know why Lance asked for my permission. I was a ball of sensations, wound up tighter than a rubber band, ready to release at his command.
He pushed shallowly in and out of my mouth before speeding up. I was drifting on waves of bliss, my body used and buffeted by erotic tension until tears ran from my eyes.
And then my two lovers got serious. Macha pushed a finger into my ass and two into my pussy. Lance’s breath punched out of his chest with every thrust. He held my head with both hands, and I couldn’t have moved away if I’d wanted to.
Macha’s fingers crooked against my inner walls, and I was done. My orgasm hit me like a bullet train. I shook and sobbed as Lance continued shoving himself into my mouth.
Wave after wave of intense ecstasy ran through me, making me soft and pliable. As I melted into the mattress, Macha pulled his hand from my body.
Lance threw his head back and emptied himself down my throat so deeply, I couldn’t even taste him. A feline wail behind me announced Macha’s orgasm. Splatters of hot come landed on my spine and my ass.
Lance pulled out and bent down to kiss me deeply. His tongue licked around my unresisting mouth, pulling every last ounce of pleasure from me. Then he helped me lie down as Macha covered me with his body.
A rough tongue licked across my overstimulated skin. Macha didn’t let up until every drop of his essence was gone. Then he pressed a gentle kiss between my shoulder blades and rolled back onto his side o
f the bed.
I turned my head. He smiled drowsily and closed his eyes. Within seconds, he’d fallen back asleep, curled up, dead to the world.
Lance chuckled. “Cat boy is growing on me. That was super hot.”
I felt heavy, as if I was stuck in molasses. Lance bent down and picked me up. Then, as if I weighed nothing, he carried me to the other bed in the room and lay down, arranging my unresisting body on top of his.
He rubbed my naked back, my arms, and ran his fingers through my hair. “I never thought it could be like this, you know?”
I managed a little nod. Lance kissed my slack mouth. “I thought sharing you with three other guys would make me jealous. Or I’d have to fight to get with you. But it’s not like that.”
“What do you mean, fight to be with me?” I mumbled.
He shuffled my limbs and opened his legs so we could be more comfortable. “I thought I wasn’t good enough for you. You know what I did to my parents.”
I wanted to say, “It wasn’t your fault. It was theirs.”
But before I could get the words out, he kissed me again. My mind drifted in pleasant lassitude as our tongues tangled and his hands rubbed soothing circles on my back.
I’d just had three mind-blowing orgasms in an hour. But I’d never get enough of my men. Having sex with Macha and Lance showed me how much I needed to connect with them physically after everything we’d been through.
If Kiernan came in now, he could slip into my unresisting body. And Julian. I sighed. Julian deserved a little happiness.
I missed what Lance said next. By the time my brain caught up, he’d already moved on. I interrupted him. “Hang on. What did you say?”
“I said, we’re family. We all belong to each other. But there are members of this group who are weaker than others.”
I lifted my head, struggling to focus on what he was saying.
“If we’re going out into the field, we need to learn everything we can to give us the best fighting chance.”
I felt like I was stuck in a runaway elevator, dropping from the top floor to the bottom. My stomach lurched as his words sank in. Lance was oblivious to my growing alarm and continued. “I’m gonna join the training camp. And I hope the guys will follow. What… what about you?”
He stumbled over his words as my body tightened. The relaxed, fucked-out feeling disappeared as my muscles tensed up.
His tone sharpened. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not saying you’re weak. What I’m saying is we can’t risk losing any members of this family.”
I had enough. Did we just have sex so he could soften me up? That would be really low. My voice trembled with emotion. “What the fuck, Lance? We’ve been through this. We don’t have the time.”
Lance’s forehead furrowed and his lips tightened. “I can’t lose you. I can’t lose any of you. Do you really think you’re strong enough to march into Fae territory and spring the prisoners? Come on. Last time, we only survived because we got lucky.”
I pushed myself off his body until I was on my feet. I didn’t feel relaxed anymore. Instead, seething anger poured off me. “Thanks. So according to you, my lightning power had nothing to do with it. It was sheer dumb luck.”
He opened his mouth, but I cut him off. “Don’t fucking talk to me.”
I pulled my clothes on, ignoring the residual spasms of pleasure when my underpants rubbed against my core, and stormed out of the room.
Outside, I leaned my overheated forehead against the cool wall. Shit. I never used to blow up like that. But Lance pushed all my insecurity buttons.
This emotional rollercoaster, the sexual high followed by an emotional low, was messing with my head. I felt like I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was that if Lance wasn’t with me, things would get a lot more dangerous.
9
Before our fight, we’d chatted before falling asleep. Now, sharing the room was awkward as fuck.
Nightmares plagued me, and I kept waking up with a growing sense of anxiety that our group was breaking apart.
I blamed myself. Was I too rigid, believing we couldn’t afford to waste any time? Should I not have pushed as hard?
I remembered Lance’s anger, the look of betrayal as I’d yelled at him. The way Macha had cringed and hidden under the cover.
The compound was never completely quiet. Even when there were no footsteps outside, the whir of the ventilation seemed to get louder as the night marched on.
I’d just drifted off when someone shouted and ran in the hallway. I was too damned tired to get dressed and check what was happening. Then I remembered how the Fae had invaded the place the FBMA had stowed us.
Adrenaline rushed through me so quickly, my stomach cramped and I sat up straight in bed. But there were no more shouts, and soon, the silence pressed onto my eardrums, interrupted by the familiar humming of the air-con.
“It doesn’t feel like home,” Macha whispered so quietly I could barely hear him. I didn’t answer and pretended to be asleep.
“Don’t bother. I know you’re awake.”
Above the door was an emergency exit light. The green glow illuminated Macha’s profile as he stared at the ceiling, his arms under his head. “I miss my family. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “But my parents don’t want anything to do with me. I can’t go back even if I wanted to.”
Like always, saying it out loud hurt. But I’d gotten used to it. Matcha took my hand and squeezed it. I held on in the dark, fighting against the sudden burning of my eyes. I’d promised myself I’d never cry about them again.
“I saw him, you know.”
“Saw who?”
Macha rolled to his side, never letting go of me. “My dad. I saw him when we first got here.”
So that was the explanation for him sneaking off and staying away for hours. “Did you find him?”
“No. Callahan says there’s no one by that name working here. And Hennessy says I’m imagining things.”
His cat eyes reflected the dim light, making them shine yellow in the dark. “Do you think I’m imagining things, Amber?”
I thought about it. Macha’d undergone an incredible trauma. People saw what they wanted to see when they were desperate.
Matcha squeezed my hand again. “Do you think I’m crazy?”
That was easy to answer. “No, I don’t think you’re crazy. But it’s possible you want to get your life back so much, you need to believe your dad is here.”
Macha released my fingers. He said nothing for a minute, considering my words. “I suppose it’s possible, but… Amber. That guy looked exactly like my dad. I don’t want to give up just yet. Can you understand that?”
“Of course I can.” I smiled in the dark, knowing his superior vision would pick it up.
When I opened my eyes again, it was morning, and Kiernan was already gone. Lance ignored me as I got up to have a shower. There was a lump in my throat every time Lance avoided my gaze.
I felt the urge to apologize, but at the same time, I couldn’t get past that he was willing to sacrifice our friends for what… more training?
Taking my time in the shower, I pondered Lance’s reaction. Why was he acting like that? I poured shampoo into my palm and rubbed the viscous liquid on my scalp.
He’s scared.
My mouth dropped open in surprise as the thought hit me over the head like a two-by-four. My next inhale drew water into my windpipe, resulting in a coughing fit. When I could breathe again, I placed my palms against the wall, allowing the warm water to sluice off the soap.
He’s scared. That’s why he wants to be better prepared.
It made sense. I never doubted he loved us. He might have been an asshole to each of us in the past, but he’d proven himself. He was terrified of losing his new family.
I just didn’t know what to do with that insight. Fact was the abducted kids would die unless Lance got over being afraid.
Macha was about to leave when I returned.
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“Meet you for lunch?” he asked as he held the door open.
“Where are you going, Cat Boy?” Lance still wouldn’t look at me.
“Exploring.” Macha’d given up on objecting to his nickname.
I had nothing better to do today. “Sure. Lunch sounds fine.”
“What about you, Lance?”
Lance shrugged as if he couldn’t care less. His act annoyed me even more. “Not sure. I’m meeting Callahan later on. I don’t know when I’ll make it. Save me a seat?”
Macha smiled at me, nodded at Lance, and left. Lance muttered, “Where’s he going? He looks like he’s on a mission.”
Julian looked up from the paperback he’d found in the cafeteria. “No clue.”
He stared at the closed door as if he could follow Macha’s progress through the wall.
Lance put his shoes on and grabbed his jacket. “See you later.”
The look he threw me was decidedly cool, and I flinched. I might understand what drove him, but did he have to be such a dick? We definitely needed to have a conversation.
It would have to wait. “Hey, Julian. Do you want to get breakfast?”
Maybe he could give me some advice. He knew Kiernan and Lance better than I did. That nagging feeling that our group was falling apart grew stronger, and I didn’t like it one bit.
The tall goth walked next to me toward the mess hall with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slouching.
Clearly, it was up to me to start the conversation. “So… What did you do yesterday?”
Julian shrugged and grunted. Wherever he’d been, he wasn’t going to share. I struggled to keep my face neutral, but on the inside, I was seething at how both Lance and now Julian were acting like frigging kindergarteners.
I must have made a sound because Julian threw me a sharp look. But he didn’t comment, and instead, his attention was drawn to a spot on the ceiling.
He looked up, his eyes widening. His steps faltered before he forced his features back into an indifferent expression. But I’d seen it. He’d spotted something that startled and scared him.
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