by Zoey Marcel
There was a lump in his throat that made his voice break for a second before he recovered it. “I don’t want that, either. I hated having to look at you without touching you and pretend I was straight so you wouldn’t know I was bi and then end our friendship. It was all I had so I treasured it, but I wanted more. Yes, living without you and Morrigan is going to cut me in two, but it’s a hell of a lot better than spending every day with the soul mate who hates me.”
Emotion passed through Mark’s glistening eyes. There was so much there it was staggering. “I don’t hate you, Jack. You hurt me and pissed me off, but I don’t want you to go.”
“Give me a reason to stay.”
He looked torn. “I can’t.”
Jack sighed. “It’s not enough. Can you give me the slightest chance that maybe someday you’ll come around?”
“I don’t know. It’s going to be really hard for me if you stay, but it would be a lot harder if you left. I’ll take your offer on marrying Morrigan, but I want to share her with you, just not together. It’s all I can give you right now.”
Jack weighed his options carefully. If he left he would lose them, but if he stayed he would at least have Morrigan. Perhaps in time his other mate would come around. “Would you be sorry if I left?”
“Holy crap.” Mark actually looked like he might cry, though he didn’t shed a tear.
“I would regret letting you go every day of my life.”
The soft, flaming, orange glow of the rising sun illuminated Mark from behind. Dusky purple hues cast an exquisite shadow against his skin even as the brighter colors made him glow with radiance. It was probably the most flattering lighting in nature, but the divinity before him made the dawn even more glorious.
Jack smiled, imagining he was tracing Mark’s firm lips as he moved in for a kiss and ran his calloused hands through the man’s soft hair. Pretending wasn’t enough, but it had to be for now. Trust had to be earned back and truths had to be confessed first.
Jack’s eyes were the only part of his body that refused to conform to his self-restraint. They trapped Mark’s gaze and held him there, revealing depth and desire that were crying out for union.
Mark’s eyes betrayed sorrow, resentment, tenderness, and intimate yearning.
Jack folded his arms to keep from reaching out for him like he wanted to. “I’ll stay.”
* * * *
Quinn and Damon eloped to Massachusetts where they also had their honeymoon. Married life was bliss and when they got back, Morrigan had a shiny, pink diamond on her hand and was engaged to Mark and Jack.
Mark seemed less awkward around Jack now. Their conversations were back to normal and they could joke around with one another again, though Mark still wouldn’t touch him. Damon walked in on them wrestling once while watching TV and it looked like they were having fun. They seemed like the natural friends they’d always been until Jack pinned Mark down on the floor. The roughhousing stopped and they stared at each other for several long seconds before Jack helped Mark up and they changed the subject to the game they were watching and Mark went to get them more beer from the fridge.
Once when Damon had been waiting in the bar for Quinn, Mark came in to play pool with them.
Chanel Carmichael, the town bitch, had walked in on her boyfriend’s arm. Damon was used to being treated rudely by her since she turned up her nose at gays, but that time she’d stood right next to where Mark and Damon were seated and told her boyfriend how they were all a bunch of deviant, half-breed mutts.
Her boyfriend, Kyle, who was also human like Chanel, had started talking smack about their pack and shifters in general. He’d made the mistake of insulting Jack for his darker sexual tastes since Kyle had seen him at The Gothic Angel in the past.
Chanel had looked outraged. “When were you at the club?”
Kyle had collected himself quickly, but rather like an idiot, Damon thought. “I saw him walk in before, but of course I’ve never been.”
Damon figured Kyle only talked crap about them to impress Chanel since they’d just started dating. The insults continued, gradually growing worse. Mark had warned him to stop, but when Kyle said Jack belonged in hell because he was barely human and lived a wayward lifestyle, Mark shoved him and a brawl started.
Damon could scarcely believe it and Sheriff Ben had appeared stunned that one of his cops had actually been the one to start the fight. Mark was given a warning and Quinn had laughed his ass off when Damon told him what happened. Mark had always been the good one while Quinn was the troublemaker.
Damon came in from his chores a little early one day and noticed the door to Jack’s room had been left open a crack. He heard moaning and convinced himself it would be all right to peek in for just a second to be sure Jack and Morrigan were really having sex and not lying on the floor groaning as they died from a sudden accident. He saw Jack on top of Morrigan taking her on the bed while Mark sat clothed in a chair nearby, stroking the bulge in his jeans. The fact that he was actually in the same room while they made love meant he was warming up to the idea of ménage again. Damon hoped he would so the three could have the triad marriage they’d talked about.
It was August and with Mark’s consent, Jack asked Quinn and Damon if they wanted to participate in a ménage with Morrigan. They agreed, but laid out some ground rules with each other and discussed what they were fine with and what they didn’t want the other doing with her.
It was Jack’s birthday and he wanted to celebrate it in the private orgy room at The Gothic Angel with his pack. They reserved the room for an hour and Damon thought it was hilarious to watch Morrigan’s eyes bug out when she saw all the acts of public exhibition and half-naked men and women in the club. She seemed relieved when they entered the private room. There were two king-size beds, but Jack rented the room for just them for an hour so no one else would go in there and use the other bed while they copulated.
“Clothes off, Morrigan,” Jack ordered.
She twiddled her thumbs nervously. “Just me?”
He nodded. “You’re hesitating. That earned you a spanking.”
She swallowed and slowly shed her clothes.
“Spankings aren’t a punishment,” Damon whispered to Quinn.
“Her pain tolerance is a lot lower than yours, I’m sure,” Quinn whispered back. “She’s such a little thing. Jack’s a good Dom. He won’t give her more than she can handle.”
Damon was intrigued when she stood before them naked. He had never seen a nude woman before. It was beautiful and fascinating. He wanted to touch her delicate softness and know what her boobs felt like. Still, his heart smiled a little when he realized that as breathtaking as she was, Quinn had him even more in awe and he sensed his mate felt the same.
Morrigan leaned over the spanking bench at Jack’s instruction, crying out with each spanking.
The way her smooth, delectable ass reddened with each strike made Damon horny. He wanted Quinn to spank him later. He squeezed his husband’s thigh in affection, but there was more than a little lust in the gesture.
Quinn smiled knowingly and leaned near his ear. “I’ll spank you when we get home.”
Damon moaned softly at the bawdy promise and the feel of his package being groped by his mate. He returned the favor, both fondling the other man’s genitals while watching her get spanked by their alpha. Her cries of pain merged into tiny mewls of desperation as she squeezed her thighs together.
“Are you ready to be fucked senseless, my darling bitch?” Jack asked her in a heated murmur.
“Oh god, yes!”
“You two, you’re up first,” he told them. “Get on the bed, Morrigan.”
She climbed onto it, ass glowing red like a shiny apple.
“On your back.”
She groaned when she rolled onto her back and undoubtedly aching buns.
Damon and Quinn stripped with relative haste and climbed onto the bed with her. Damon felt nervous. He’d never slept with a woman before, never even t
ouched one intimately, or had sex in front of an audience before, even one as small as this. He hoped he made her happy and didn’t look like a clueless idiot.
“What would you like us to do?” he asked self-consciously.
“Touch me, please,” she begged.
Where? He got between her thighs and ran his hands over her smooth, hairless legs. They felt a lot different than a man’s. They were shapely and soft.
“Remember that idea you were telling me about before?” Quinn reminded him. “Let’s do that.”
Damon smiled and nodded. “My feet are clean.”
Morrigan giggled. “Um, okay. Why are—oh!”
He took his big toe and skimmed her moist folds with it.
“Oh, wow. Your toe is amazing, Damon.”
He chuckled, feeling more at ease, and moved his toe up to her clit. Quinn ran over the hot spots of the female anatomy with him beforehand, so he had a general idea of what to do. Her grateful purrs of satisfaction over his stimulation and Quinn’s feasting on her breasts gave him confidence. He might not be able to make her come this first time, but he would find a way to give her pleasure and make her feel good through the experience.
He rubbed her genitals until she was a sopping mess and rocking gently against them. She hadn’t come yet, but she was close, or what he imagined close to look like for a female. Her exhilarated wail when he slid his big toe inside of her was a treat.
Quinn loved on her tits until they peaked at his oral skill. There was something special about this. It would have outraged Damon had his man been with her alone, but with the two of them playing with her and Jack and Mark watching and getting turned on, it made it feel right.
“Can she come?” Quinn asked their alpha.
“Oh no, don’t ask him,” Morrigan pleaded. “He’ll say no just to be a birthday brat. I’m sorry. I meant happy birthday, master.”
Jack looked like he wanted to laugh. “Slap her cunt.”
Quinn and Damon looked at each other, wondering which of them he was talking to. They solved it by slapping her pussy in unison.
“Ow! Why?”
Jack grinned. “Now she may come.”
Damon left his toe in her vagina, thrusting a bit while he and Quinn gently worked her clitoris. He was grateful his toenails were trimmed since he didn’t want to hurt her lady bits. He was also thankful Quinn was there to help get her off, because he hadn’t a clue what pressure or speed to use on her tender nubbin.
She came loudly from their touches, making a mess all over his toe. How luscious and wet she felt inside. The tight cavern sucked his toe as if seeking refuge from the overwhelming pleasure. When it passed she thanked them and tried to catch her breath.
Damon got excited when Quinn told her, “So what would you say to me fucking your breasts while Damon takes your feet?”
“That sounds heavenly,” she breathed in excitement.
Quinn lubricated her tits for his use and Damon slicked her feet for his pleasure. Her giggles at the tickling he caused were adorable.
“Are you ready?” Quinn asked her.
“We’re going to use you like a mother-frigging teddy bear,” Damon said before turning red when Jack and Mark stared at him in curiosity and amusement. He seldom cussed and couldn’t bring himself to call such a sweetie a derogatory name, but for some odd reason he replaced it with teddy bear.
Mark grinned and winked at him. “What the hell do you do behind closed doors?”
Damon blushed more. “I like cuddling…with Quinn. I don’t snuggle with bears.”
Quinn patted his back as he came down from laughter. “Mark, you don’t want to know what we do with our teddy bears.”
“Debase the slut,” Jack calmly ordered.
Mark smirked a little and shook his head.
Quinn squished her mounds over his erection. “We should put a towel down underneath her so I can come on it.”
“Mark will see to that,” Jack said.
Mark got up and handed him the towel they brought. “I’m not putting it under you.”
“I got it. Thanks.” Quinn placed it beneath her head and got back into position.
Damon got between her legs, pleased that he could feel Quinn’s feet against him.
“The slutty teddy bear is ready to be used,” Morrigan teased.
The men chuckled and Damon tickled her feet, making her scream and flail.
“Oh no, forgive me! Peace!”
He scratched the soles of her feet to relieve her before sandwiching his dick between them. Her feet seemed tiny, but they were smooth, pretty, and fuckable. He slowly thrust between them while Quinn ravished her bosom. Their slow, cautious thrusts became manic. Damon squished her feet over his prick tighter, enjoying the delicious pressure on his wang. They came almost at the same time, spewing their seed as their cries of abandon filled the swanky-looking room.
After wiping her off and exchanging words of thanks and gratification, they moved aside so her mates could have at her.
* * * *
Jack glanced over at Mark. “Do you want to go first, or were you going to take her later at home?”
Mark looked over at her. “I’m going to take her with you. She’s never been double penetrated with two cocks before. She should be.”
Jack appeared surprised but elated. “I agree.”
Morrigan was amazed as they removed their clothes. They were going to have a three-way. They always planned to, but wanted to stretch her first and get her used to anal sex beforehand. Then after the incident with Jack, Mark had seldom been in the same room with them while they made love. Was he only doing this because it was Jack’s birthday, or was he coming around? She hoped it was the latter. She enjoyed one-on-one sex with each of them, but the pleasure was twice as good and the affection all the deeper when they shared her together.
Her naked mates climbed into bed with her, strapping and handsome as forbidden sin.
“Ass or cunt?” Jack asked.
“It’s your birthday,” Mark replied.
“I want you to pick.”
“You know I’m an ass man.”
“I’ll remember that.” Jack’s slow, dirty smile warmed her and made Mark embarrassed by the innuendo.
Jack handed him the lube and played with her titties while Mark lubed her back door. Morrigan had experienced anal sex with them, so she was more comfortable with the slicking and stretching and having a man’s fingers up her ass. It had mortified her in the beginning, though.
“We’re going to make the biggest whore out of you tonight,” Jack murmured hotly against her nipples in between licking and sucking on them. He shot a wry glance over at Damon. “All the other teddy bears will be scandalized by your conduct.”
“Oh my god, just let it go!” Damon blushed, looking sheepish and humored.
Morrigan giggled. “I’m a pure, virginal, little bear.”
The men snickered.
Jack’s expression turned salacious as he positioned her so her creaming quim was nestled against his hard manhood. “More like a skanky bear with a girl-next-door facade.”
Tiny sounds of need escaped her when she felt how hot and stiff he was. She couldn’t resist rocking against his tool, making them incredibly happy. The motions had her fucking Mark’s digits in the process and he muttered a swear word in appreciation.
“She’s ready.” He tossed the lube aside and positioned her against Jack’s chest. “Sorry I keep brushing against your legs, Jack. I didn’t mean to.”
Jack smirked from beneath her. “It’s unavoidable in this position. No hard feelings, mate.”
She whimpered when he slipped into her pussy and held her against his smoldering chest while Mark split her butt cheeks and got into position. She relaxed her muscles and pushed out slightly when he entered. He prepared her well. The pain wasn’t bad, but her rump burned at first with the addition of the other cock pressing against it from within her twat.
“You okay?” he asked.
/> Morrigan nodded. She loved the full feeling, but at the same time it was almost too much with their massive endowments both inside of her at once and they hadn’t even started moving in her yet. “Yeah, it’s just so full. It feels good, just different.”
“We’ll start slow,” Jack promised.
They got a slow, gentle rhythm going to relax her. It was strange and awkward, yet it felt so good it was almost unbearable. Jack was hitting her G-spot and Mark pounded deep inside her. She felt their cocks rubbing against each other inside of her and knew they felt it, too. Jack was right. There was only a thin membrane separating their primal flesh from touching. The thought was erotic.
The pressure built from inside her pussy and she knew she would come any minute. She also knew that with the way she was trapped between their rock-solid bodies, their balls would be grinding into each other’s as they ravaged her. The image made her dizzy with ecstasy.
Her previous embarrassment over Quinn and Damon watching their sack session faded into a euphoric oblivion that drowned out everything but her mates surrounding her. This was heaven, home. If she never saw heaven again, it wouldn’t matter because she had her whole world right here in her arms, protecting her, loving her. She sensed their passion and their adoration for her and each other and it brought her soul to its knees in awe. That moment was paradise.
The steady pressure building inside of her exploded in soft ripples and Jack’s finger on her clit evoked powerful shudders and spasms that held onto their cocks for dear life. She forgot that they were in a club rather than at home and screamed her release. The men came shortly after she started to and both bellowed and grunted as they ejaculated into her writhing body.
Her eyes watered as she collapsed on top of Jack and Mark covered her with his body. It was a hedonistic love sandwich, though they probably would have laughed at her for calling it that. The tryst was out of this world and their bond left her even more in awe. She felt so happy a tear slipped down her cheek.
“Are you crying?” Jack asked her, sounding concerned.
