by Crymsyn Hart
“Yeah. I guess it does, but that doesn’t mean that I never listened to what you had to say.” Ryker took one last look at the sleeping woman and then turned back to his mate. He stood and walked over to Dallas. He walked his fingers along the six-pack of his stomach and pressed his form against the other man’s. It was good to smell the musky scent of his panther so close to the surface.
Dallas cupped Ryker’s chin and held it firmly. “Seeing you rescue her was a brave thing to do. It made me fear for you and want to fuck you all at the same time. But if you ever hurt her the way that Mason did, then I will take it upon myself to hurt you. Is that clear?”
Ryker chuckled. “You don’t have to warn me. And I promise that I’ll hold my tongue and think before I speak, but you know how feisty I can be.” He trailed his hand down and squeezed Dallas’s balls. A sly grin grew on his face.
“Don’t you want to wait for Orianna to wake? It’d be unfair not to include her in the welcome-home festivities.”
He shrugged. “I figure that we can welcome her into our little pride when she wakes up. Right now, I want to make sure that you’re both okay; is that such a bad thing?”
Dallas released his chin and then wound his hand through his hair. He pulled Ryker to his lips and gave him a fierce and hungry kiss. “I want you to suck my dick. Think you can handle that?”
“Whatever you want.” He licked his lips when Dallas pushed his head so he went down to his knees. Ryker trailed his tongue over Dallas’s bellybutton until he came to the button of his jeans. He undid the button and then pulled open the zipper. From there he gripped the waistband of the jeans and pulled them down with his teeth, working one leg and then the other. Dallas’s cock pressed against the material. Ryker ran his tongue over the engorged shaft until his mate groaned. He bit down through the cloth and then continued to pull down the briefs until his dick sprang free. He touched the smooth shaft and loved the girth. Dallas’s sensitive head was the first thing he sucked into his mouth. Ryker ran his tongue along the length of the rod until he had pulled the whole shaft into his mouth. He stopped when it hit the back of his throat. He savored the salty taste of Dallas’s skin and sucked him in slowly, wrapping his tongue around the dick until he was drawing it in and out of his mouth at a fast pace. Dallas gripped the sides of his head and held Ryker to him. Dallas shoved his cock deeper not his mouth. Ryker grasped his mate’s hips with one hand, and with the other he squeezed his balls to keep him steady.
Dallas drew in a haggard breath. His mate was close to coming. Ryker wanted to prolong the moment between them because the thought of swallowing his seed down made him hard. It tightened his balls, and the cat purred with anticipation.
“Having fun without me?” Pierce asked behind him.
“You were busy, and he offered,” Dallas gasped.
Ryker didn’t stop, but kept on sucking in his mate’s cock until he thrust his hips into his face. Those short pants told him Dallas was ready. Pierce’s body heat blasted against his back as his other mate leaned closer and claimed Dallas’s lips in a kiss. Ryker wasn’t used to being wedged between the two men. He found that giving up some of his control was something he could get used to: anything for the men he loved. He took Dallas’s cock between his lips one last time, drawing out the sensation of feeling the thick vein play over his lips and the silky skin of his length. A warm burst spilled over his lips and down his tongue as he swallowed down his mate’s seed. Pierce didn’t let Dallas go, even when he groaned. Ryker clutched his balls one last time, rolling them in his hand before he released Dallas, and then licked the remnants of his seed from his cock, making sure he was completely clean.
He glanced up at Pierce. “Am I to service you next, love?”
The surprise that lit up his eyes warmed Ryker’s heart. It was very rare that he was able to catch Pierce off guard. “I hadn’t planned on it. Although it was wonderful to watch you with Dallas. I’m going to take a shower and then get some sleep. I want to be up when she wakes.”
Ryker stood up and looked between Dallas and Pierce. Sleep was a good idea since they hadn’t slept in almost twenty-four hours. The weariness of the day settled on him as well. “You go ahead. There are some things I want to do first.”
Dallas tucked himself back into his jeans and then smiled at Pierce. “Mind if I join you in that shower?”
“Not at all.”
Dallas kissed Ryker quickly on the mouth and then went after Pierce. Ryker stood and went back into the room with Orianna. He wanted to do something special for her that was just from him. She was sleeping peacefully, and as he looked at her, an idea entered his mind. The shower was going, and music echoed from the room. He closed the door behind him and went into the garage where he had a block of stone that he had been staring at for a long time. The lump had stared at him, a cold bit of stone that he had brought back from the quarry. It was dark with reflections of red in it, depending on how the light caught the crystals in the stone. There was even a hint of tan in it that reminded him of the color of Orianna’s fur when he had seen her transform. Her lioness was the biggest he had seen. He thought about how she circled Mason, and the image of her stuck in his mind. Feral and beautiful.
He focused on that vision and picked up a chisel. Ryker began by shaping the stone into a rough shape of the cat. When Ryker had the exact shape he wanted, he picked up one of his finer chisels and worked on the more delicate details. He figured that if she was never able to transform again, then at least she would have something to remind her that she was a beautiful creature no matter what anyone said. She would always be that way to him, in his heart. It was his way of showing her that he was sorry and that he wanted her with them forever.
Time ticked away. Stone dust stuck to his skin from sweating. He had only stopped to get some water. Daylight was against him. Every time he thought he got to the end, there was something else he had to add. More detail in the way her lips were pulled back from her fangs, the redness he hoped to capture in her eyes. And the beauty of the bunched muscles underneath her fur. She was the epitome of a female cat that was all he would ever want.
When he was finally finished with the sculpture, the sun was near setting. He stood back and admired his handiwork. It was her forever formed into the stone. Proud of what he had done, he wiped the perspiration from his brow and was about to go into the house when he sensed someone behind him. He turned and saw Orianna bathing in the last rays of the light. The way the gold bounced off her pale skin, he wasn’t sure if he was seeing a ghost or not.
“How are you standing in the light?”
She shrugged. “I think it’s because of my two natures merging. But it still hurts. Although I’m not bursting into flame at the moment, so that’s a good sign.”
“Well, come in so you don’t turn to ash. Then the others will really be pissed at me.”
Orianna stepped inside, and it seemed she was relieved to be out of the light. “Thank you. Dallas and Pierce were busy getting something to eat. I hope you don’t mind that I came in here. I know it’s your work space.”
“Not at all. I was just going in to take a shower and then see how you were doing. I wanted to show you something.” He stepped aside so that she could see the sculpture. An uncomfortable silence fell between them as she stepped toward it. She ran her hand over the smooth surface of the stone and then gasped.
“You made this?”
“Yes.”
“It’s beautiful. The very image of the beast inside of us.”
He looked at the floor and then back at her. “Actually, it’s you. Well, how I saw you when you transformed and fought against your old mate.”
Her eyes widened. Her fingers went over the rest of the lioness. For a moment her brow furrowed, and he thought that she would hate it. “I hope you’re not offended. I can trash it if you don’t like it. Or put it in the gallery to sell so you don’t have to look at it again.”
“What? No. It’s amazing. I was just thinking
about how this looks and how I see my cat inside my mind. It’s hard to see now because my natures have meshed so much. She’s still there of course, but after melding with the vampire, it’s difficult for me to see her clearly now. Don’t get rid of it.”
“It’s to show you how much I love you. So powerful and so beautiful.” For a moment, his heart stopped. He let out his breath, relieved that she loved the statue.
She came to him and touched his face. The caress was so soft he wasn’t sure that it was even from her fingers or that he deserved it. “Thank you. It’s wonderful. We’ll have to find a place for it in the house when we all get settled. Right now I was hoping you could come inside.” She kissed him lightly on the lips and sucked in the bottom one. He rested his hand on her hip and returned the kiss before pulling away.
“I can do that, but I need to take a shower first.”
“Mind if I join you?”
Ryker smiled until the corners of his cheeks hurt. “Not at all.”
Orianna took his hand and wound her fingers through his. She flashed him an amazing smile that bolstered his spirits and made him feel as if he was the only man in the world.
Chapter Seventeen
Orianna didn’t pay any attention to the two men who watched her and Ryker stroll by. She sensed their surprise as it radiated through her mind. They wondered what she and Ryker were going to do. Before they left the room, Orianna glanced back at them and then winked. Ryker went before her and led her into the bathroom. He grabbed a towel from the closet and then went back in for another one. She glanced around and saw that it was definitely a man’s bathroom. The toilet seat was up. Nothing was in an orderly place. Three different kinds of shaving creams and razors were scattered on the counter. She hadn’t had a need to come into the main house to use this bathroom because the guesthouse had a shower. This had to be the communal bathroom, but she hadn’t been privy to a full tour of the house. But that didn’t matter because once Ryker took his shirt off, his sculpted chest had her mesmerized.
He had created the beautiful rendition of her cat, and it was more magnificent than anything she had ever seen. No one had ever done something like that for her. No one had ever cared for her that much. He dropped his shirt on the floor, adding to a heap of other towels that had to be washed. He followed her gaze and flashed her a small smile.
“Sorry about the mess. I guess we weren’t thinking about bathroom space when we cleaned out the room.”
“Don’t worry about it. I can always make a few changes, but don’t expect me to be your maid.”
He chuckled. “I would never think that. Having a woman in the house is going to take some getting used to.”
She plucked her shirt off, too, and dropped it near his. He drew in an expectant breath through his teeth when she began to undo her bra as well. He caught her hand, and she stopped before she could undo the first hook. His fingers slid over her skin. The warmth of his flesh forced a gasp from her lips. It still took some getting used to the warmth of the others on her cool flesh. When her natures merged, it had also given her a chance to stand in the sunlight like she had done when she had woken up a half hour before the sun set. The light still pained her, but she hadn’t burst into flames. It was a miracle. The same way it was that she had found three men who cared for her.
Ryker moved closer until his hot breath blasted across her skin. She turned toward him so that her cheek rubbed along his. His skin was soft with a little bit of stubble on it. He undid her bra and slipped the straps from her shoulders and dropped the garment to the floor until they were both topless. Ryker cupped her breasts and rolled his thumbs over her nipples. The grit of the stone dust scraped against her skin from his hands.
“I guess we should get in the shower,” he said.
She nodded, and he pulled away, leaving the space between them. Orianna already wanted to be near him again. His smell was intoxicating, and the hot water was already steaming up the bathroom and pressing against her skin. Ryker unzipped his pants, took them off along with his briefs, and then stood before her naked. She bit her lip seeing his already erect cock. She undid her pants and stood before him. He didn’t do anything while she strutted by him and stepped into the shower. The hot water blasted on her skin. She relaxed as she wetted her hair, then felt an explosion of cool air and Ryker’s arms wrapped around her waist. He pressed his cock into her ass and stirred the pleasure inside of her like a fire brewing in the base of a volcano. He kissed the side of her neck and nipped at her skin.
“I desire you, Orianna. I want you for my mate. I want you to claim me as your own. Along with the others. What do you say?”
She took his hand, brought it to her breast, and squeezed it. The water splayed over them, and she was already wet. Her fangs grew. The passion ignited within her and was amped up by the man behind her, the man who hadn’t wanted her at all. How much he had changed showed her that he was truly a mate to her and that he meant what he said. She slipped around in his arms and went closer to him so that even the water had a hard time sliding down their flesh. Orianna grasped his cock and moved her hand along his shaft.
“I say we can work it out with the others. Come up with a schedule, but you do know that I’m basing everyone on their performances. So, if you don’t please me, then you’ll be the last one of my mates that I will come to.”
His expression fell. “I didn’t realize . . . ”
She pumped his shaft a few times until he squirmed. “I’m just yanking your chain. I’d never do that to you and the others. I want you all.”
Relief brightened his eyes. “So, how about you wash my back and then I’ll make sure that I do you, too.” Orianna turned around and lifted the hair from her neck. It took a moment, but Ryker soon pulled his hands down her back with the roughness of a cloth over her skin. He pressed against her flesh and stopped at her lower back before running his hands over the mounds of her ass. The plop of the cloth hitting the bottom of the tub sounded around her. His hand ran over the back of her thighs, and he separated her legs. Finally, she felt his fingers slip into her depths. Ryker teased a moan from her lips, and she backed into him. Orianna splayed her fingers against the tile and glanced behind her, seeing him through the spray of the water.
His reached around with his other hand and found her hard clit. Ryker rubbed her throbbing bud until small tremors ran along her nerves. Her teeth ached with the hunger of wanting to be fucked. Ryker growled next to her ear and bit along the line of her jugular, which enticed her even more. She arched her neck so that he could have better access. For a moment, it almost made her think back to when she was attacked, but this was different. This was a more pleasurable event. He pumped his fingers into her pussy faster while keeping a gentle pressure on her buried clit. Orianna’s heart beat a little faster and left her light-headed from the surge of blood that rushed through her. Her nerve endings came alive. The cat moved through her body and gave her the boost she needed to reach out with her mind and feel the other two men below in the kitchen. Once she touched upon their minds, they started to experience her bliss as well.
“What are you doing?” Ryker asked. She heard the pain in his voice and figured he was also feeling the small trembles that ran through her and then the pleasure in which her mind was floating.
“Letting the others know what you do to me. Mason and I always shared our passions. It made the experience more enjoyable. I can pull back if you want.”
“Don’t. It just makes me want to fuck you more.”
“What are you waiting for? I’m ready for you,” Orianna moaned.
Ryker didn’t waste any time. He spread her legs wider, pulled her toward him a little, and then plunged his cock deep inside of her cunt. Once he was inside of her, he grabbed ahold of her hips and pulled her into him, controlling their rhythm. She curled her fingers against the tile and let Ryker take her over the edge and into an orgasm. Orianna backed into him and felt his teeth pierce her flesh, but the pain didn’t register. It
was all about the joy of the experience. Her cat yowled. Her heart slammed into her chest and it was something that hadn’t happened since she was human.
“Yes, Ryker. Fuck me.”
“Here it comes. God, Orianna.” His nails dug into her hips. He pushed into her one last time so she came at the same time as him. His head rested against her shoulder, and hers hung down with the water flowing over her back. The water was still warm while she tried to catch her breath. Ryker’s arm was wrapped around her waist. He hugged her closer and kissed her nape.
“I think we should get washed up. “
She chuckled. “Yeah.”
He separated from her while she reached down and grabbed the washcloth. Orianna focused on washing her hair and getting the grime off from the day before. When she was done, she handed the cloth to Ryker and brushed his chest with her fingers before stepping out of the shower. She took one of the towels and wrapped it around her body. It was soft, and her body still hummed where Ryker had touched her. Her mind remained connected to the others. They were anticipating what was going to happen. She opened the door to the bathroom and found both Dallas and Pierce waiting for her.
“Listening in?”
“You were the one being naughty and called us,” Dallas chimed in.
Before she could respond, Pierce gathered her into his arms and planted his lips on hers in a ravenous kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and wrapped it around her fangs. He scraped his nails down her back. They had grown into claws. His dick was hard against the seam of his jeans. He was ready for her. Orianna pulled away from him so that she could catch her breath. His pupils were slitted and amber. She ran her fingers down his face, feeling the altered shape of his cheekbones and teeth.
“Calm yourself. I’m not going anywhere.” She looked at the both of them and playfully ran her finger over the line of her towel. Hunger burned in both of the men’s eyes. She slipped a finger down over her breast and then undid a small portion of the towel to show them a little bit more skin. Dallas licked his lips. She could smell the lust coming off of him. Orianna pressed herself against him and stood on tiptoe so that her breasts pushed against his chest. Her head came to right under his chin. He stood rigid, didn’t move until she took his hand, and brought it to her chest. She placed it over her heart to see what his reaction would be.
