by Marla Monroe
“Next time she can put on a show for us. We’ll watch her play with herself while we jack off. Hell, just the thought of that has me so damn close already,” Beau cursed.
Shayla moaned around Gaston’s thick cock. She felt as if she was at the top of an enormous mountain, right at the pinnacle and about to jump off into nothing. She was sure it would kill her. There was no way she could survive the intense pleasure that was sure to take her when she did come. Every nerve in her body seemed as if it were on fire. Even the tender tissues of her ass were tingling.
Shayla sucked and teased Gaston’s cock with her tongue and teeth, squeezing and playing with his balls until he groaned and held her head still. With a shout, he came, filling her mouth with his seed until she had no choice except to swallow. The slightly salty taste held a hint of bitterness, as well. She licked his shaft clean just before Beau slapped her ass cheek, first one side then the other. It was just the right stimulation to send her senses into overdrive. Her climax roared over her, tossing her in the tempest until pure ecstasy almost drowned out Beau’s release.
Hot cum filled her sheath, to spill out once he finally pulled out. The three of them spooned together, all breathing as if they’d run a marathon. Shayla wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to breathe normally again. It had felt as if her body had turned inside out with her climax. They lay like that so long she nearly fell asleep.
“Shayla?” Beau seemed to be asking. “Are you still awake?”
“Um, hmm.”
“I love you, t’chat. I never expected to find someone so perfect. You make me happy, and I promise to always keep you next to my heart,” Beau told her.
Shocked at his honesty, she turned toward him and caressed his cheeks with her hands. She was stunned and felt that if she told him she loved him back it would somehow be less because he had spoken the words first. It didn’t matter. She had to tell him.
“I love you so much, Beau. You do make me very happy. I love how you joke with me and squeeze my hand when you know I’m nervous or uneasy. I will always keep you next to my heart, as well,” she said as she reached up and kissed him.
Beau smiled into her eyes before Gaston gently turned her back in his direction. His eyes were fierce and steady. He kissed her hard before softening the kiss into one that was more sweet than passionate. Then he pulled back and held her with both hands behind her neck.
“You are my life and my joy. Saying I love you doesn’t begin to say all that I want to say to you. I do love you, but it goes beyond that, cher. I adore you and will thank the heavens every day of my life that you are in it.” Gaston kissed her forehead then pulled her into his arms before they settled down to sleep a little while longer.
Shayla couldn’t believe how blessed she was. She had everything she could ever want in her life now, with one exception. She wanted to see her friends. She wanted to know that they were okay and to tell them her good fortune. While she could visit with them one more time, she wouldn’t be able to tell them anything other than she’d found her place in life with her men, Beau and Gaston. The fact that they were shifters couldn’t be shared and that saddened her, but if she could just talk to them once more, it would help her to settle for good. She promised herself she’d talk to the guys about it in the morning.
Chapter Fourteen
“Hell, is that my phone or one of yours?” Beau asked with a groan.
“Not mine, frère,” Gaston said in a voice gruff from sleep.
“Mine then. Can you hand it to me, Beau? I think it’s still in my jeans’ pocket.” She hoped it would be one of her friends. She hadn’t heard from them, and tonight would be their last night in New Orleans. She wanted to tell them bye since she was staying.
Beau groaned but rolled out of bed to locate her jeans. When he found them, he dug around in the pockets and pulled out her phone. He handed it to her, but the phone had stopped ringing. She checked the number, but it wasn’t one she was familiar with. She went ahead and checked for messages and texts while she had it in her hand. To her surprise, she had one from Erin.
“What is it, cher? That smile should only be for us,” Gaston teased.
“It’s a text from Erin, one of my friends. She wants us to meet her at some secret club.”
Both of her men sat up in bed with strange expressions on their faces. It startled her to see them instantly on alert like that.
“Read it to us, Shayla. What club?” Gaston asked.
Tonight is the last night of our vacation in New Orleans. I’m hoping you’ll meet me at a private club in the warehouse district called Underground. Please mention Mikael Moreau’s name at the door and you’ll be allowed to come inside. I hope to see you all there.
“What is the Underground? Why is it a private club?” she asked, looking from one brother to the other. Both held unreadable expressions that worried her.
“It’s a place that preternatural creatures frequent when they don’t want to bother with being careful around humans,” Beau told her.
“What keeps humans out? I mean, someone is bound to find a way to slip in if they really want to,” she said.
“There’s a magical barrier that makes most humans avoid it, an aversion spell. If anyone gets past it, the bouncers at the door won’t let them in. It’s by invitation only if you’re not one of the others like us.”
“Oh. Am I other now since I can shift my hands and teeth?” she asked.
Both men laughed and pressed her between them. Gaston touched her nose with one finger. “Most definitely, cher. You might even be more other than the rest of us. You are something entirely different.”
She blew out a breath and scowled at them. “Who is this Mikael Moreau? Do you know him? Why would Erin know him?”
“That is a very good question, mate,” Beau said. He looked over at his brother with a lifted brow.
Gaston shrugged as if he had a similar thought, but neither of them shared it with her. She scowled back and forth at them, but they didn’t elaborate concerning the look they exchanged.
Beau sighed and looked at her. “He is a vampire. A very old and very dangerous one.”
Shayla gasped. “We’re at war with the vampires. What are we going to do? I want to see my friends, and it sounds like she’s invited us all there.”
“It could be a trap, Gaston. If they have enthralled this Erin, then they could be leading us there,” Beau suggested.
“Or it could be the meeting we’d wondered about,” Gaston countered.
“What meeting? What are you talking about?” Shayla asked. It was clear they’d kept something from her.
“It’s possible that this meeting your friend Erin has called for is also to get the different species’ leaders together to negotiate a cease-fire of sorts,” Beau told her.
“Underground is neutral ground. The wards in place will not allow anyone to seriously harm another. It would ruin the club’s reputation, and none of the others would frequent it. I am thinking more along the lines of a truce of sorts to discuss the real problems.” Gaston seemed to be watching her expressions closely.
He and Beau said it at the same time. “The demons and witches.”
“I don’t understand. I thought the vampires were the ones pushing so hard to exterminate all preternatural creatures outside of their own. Why would they suddenly change their minds?” she asked.
“Maybe this friend of yours, Erin, has changed it for them. Maybe she has softened their hard, lifeless hearts. Maybe she has become important to them like you have become to us. Who knows? But it will be interesting to find out.” Gaston pulled her closer so that her head rested against his chest.
“Are you going to tell her you will be there?” Beau asked.
Shayla sat up again and looked down at the phone she still held in her hands. She didn’t want to risk her mates, but she really wanted to see her friends, especially Erin, to make sure she was okay and not under some sort of spell or something.
Finally, she pu
nched out a short message that she would be there and reached over Gaston’s sexy abdomen to set it on the table by the bed. What was going on with Erin? Why would she be hooked up with vampires, and had they hurt her or enthralled her as Beau had suggested? If so, then how would she ever rescue her from the very dangerous creatures that had her? She wouldn’t risk her mates. Her own life was expendable if it meant freeing Erin or any of her friends from danger.
“Non, cher! Don’t even think it. You are our breath and heartbeat. Without you, we would waste away to nothing. Our pride would disintegrate and fall prey to any who wanted them. Your life is worth far more than simply to save a friend. It is the lifeline of a species that is already on the brink of extinction. Never forget that you are key to our survival,” Gaston said as he wrapped his arms tightly around her.
“I’m going to fix us something to eat. We’ve got a long day ahead of us. I’m sure waiting for the meeting is going to be difficult for us all.” Beau stretched then dropped a kiss on Shayla’s cheek before climbing out of bed and heading toward the bathroom.
“I’m not ready to get up yet, cher. I have other things on my mind right now.” He rolled them over so that he lay over her, his hands holding him off of her body so he didn’t crush her.
She giggled. “I wonder what could possibly be on your mind.”
“Hmmm, I’ll give you a hint,” he said just before he took her mouth in a gentle kiss that quickly turned much deeper.
He thrust his tongue between her lips and stroked every surface he could reach. She slid hers alongside his and savored the taste of him, all spicy and rich. The way he nibbled at her lips and growled had her pussy gushing and her nipples stiffening. She tried desperately to rub them against his chest for some relief, but he arched his back just enough so she couldn’t reach him.
“Bastard,” she breathed out.
He chuckled. “I’ll take care of you, sweet one. Just relax and enjoy what I give you.”
He nipped her chin, then nuzzled her neck and licked the spot he’d bitten when he’d mated her. The feel of his raspy tongue on that exact spot only drove her higher with need. She had to gasp for breath when he suddenly locked his teeth over it once more, but this time he didn’t break the skin, just held it briefly as if reminding her that she was his.
“I could lick and bite every part of you, cher. I want to always smell our scent on you. Our combined scents is the most delicious of smells I’ve ever known. I will kill to keep you safe and die protecting you,” he said with his mouth just behind her ear.
“Never, Gaston. I don’t want you to die for me. I want you to live for me. I love you, mate.”
He growled before running his tongue down her neck to her chest where he slowly circled first one then the other of her hard nipples. She wanted to grab his head and hold him there until he eased the ache in the hard peaks. Gaston was too strong for her if he didn’t want to, but she knew he would never deny her anything if she really wanted it. What she wanted, though, was to let him take her the way he wanted to, because Shayla knew it would be amazing. Everything her mates did for and to her was amazing.
“You taste so damn good, cher.”
Gaston sucked hard on one nipple while pulling on the other. The sudden attention right where she wanted it had her arching toward him, begging for more. Now the ache moved deeper to settle in her cunt. There she throbbed in need of his thick cock, pistoning in and out of her until they both came long and hard.
His teeth bit at the hard nubs, one after the other, until Shayla screamed at the hot, fiery sensations that raced through all of her nerve endings. She felt her hands changing as he licked all around her breasts before spreading her thighs wide so he could fit his hips there.
“I can smell your cream. You’re wet for me, aren’t you, Shayla? I can’t wait to bury my dick so deep inside of you that you can taste me at the back of your throat.”
“Fuck me, Gaston! I need you inside of me.” She more than needed him. She’d die if he didn’t do something about the burning ache in her pussy.
He moved his hips, and the broad, fat head of his cock pressed at the slit of her pussy, spreading the fleshy lips wide as he shifted his weight and thrust into her. It felt so good she felt her eyes roll back in her head. Every inch of his hard dick rasped her tender flesh until he was balls-deep inside of her.
Seconds after he had filled her with his shaft, Gaston took her mouth in another heart-stopping kiss that reminded her just how much he wanted her. He pulled nearly all the way out of her clinging sheath before stroking into her again and again. Every nerve ending in her body flashed alive as her orgasm came up fast on her. She wanted to hold back, to enjoy the carnal sensuality that burned her muscles and tightened her throat.
Then he growled, pulled from her sucking cunt, and flipped her over so that her ass was in the air and her head lay against the bed. Her hands were now paws with sharp claws that threatened to tear the sheets to rags. No matter how hard she tried to control them, they wouldn’t retreat. Neither would her teeth. She had the insane urge to turn and bite her mate, but he lay over her now and pinned her to the bed.
He fitted his cock at her entrance once more and slammed into her with so much force she was shoved up the bed nearly to the headboard. He wrapped one arm around her just beneath her chest and held her hip with the other hand. His hot breath whispered near her ear as he shafted in and out of her wet cunt.
“My mate,” he growled out.
“Yours,” she agreed in a breathy voice.
“I love you, Shayla. I’ll always love you,” he said in a harsh voice as he fucked her hard and fast.
“I love you and I always will.”
His hips slapped against her ass as he moved his hand down to her pussy to tease her clit. He continued to hold her hip with the other hand and pummel her with his dick while she groaned at the rising climax she’d barely lost earlier. This time, there would be no stopping it. Her mate was just as close. She could tell by the shorter thrusts and deeper, guttural noises he was making.
Shayla squeezed the muscles in her cunt and arched her back, clawing at the covers and reveling in the rip and tug as her claws dug through them into the mattress. Gaston laughed and pinched her clit just hard enough to shove her over the top of the steep mountain she’d been climbing. His loud roar behind her assured her that he’d reached his own orgasm at the same time. Then nothing more made sense as the waves of pleasure rolled through her and over her like the swell of pressure radiating outward from a bomb. Every muscle in her body strained in an effort to withstand the shockwaves of their mutual climax.
Shayla collapsed on the bed with Gaston on top of her. His weight would have been suffocating if he’d been directly over her back, but he’d landed with his head just above her ass where her spine swayed inward. His harsh breathing was no slower than her own, and it made her laugh.
“What’s so fucking funny, mate?” he asked.
“We both sound like old men wheezing after walking across the room to sit down.”
“I’m may be old, but I’m not that old. Give me a few minutes and I’ll prove it to you, cher.” Shayla could hear his smile in his voice.
“I think I need a little more than a few minutes. Besides, I’m hungry. You need to feed me next.” She laughed when he nipped at her ass cheek.
“Look at the mess you made of the bed, sweetness. Looks like we need to find a new mattress.” He grabbed a handful of the shredded material and threw it toward her face with a chuckle.
“While you’re at it, we need a slightly larger bed, too. Poor Beau was hanging on by his nails this morning. You’re both big men, and I’m not so small myself.”
“You’re perfect, but we’ll have a bed made for us that fits a little better. As much as I don’t care if little brother falls off, I don’t want you to feel crowded.” He rolled off of her and curled around her with his body. “I love holding you like this. You fit perfectly in my arms, cher.”
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bsp; “Mmmm, you feel great holding me.” Her stomach gurgled quite loudly, and Gaston laughed again.
“Yep, time for breakfast.”
Before he could climb out of bed, Beau walked into the room. “Breakfast is ready, you two.”
She and Gaston looked at each other and laughed again. Beau frowned, a puzzled expression, and then he saw the bed and those expressive eyebrows of his arched.
“Someone got a little frisky this morning. Let me see those claws, boo.” He walked over to the bed.
She groaned and shoved her hands up in the air. Well, they were still paws, and there were still very large and sharp claws on them, along with a fluff of the mattress, as well.
“I think I know who the culprit is. Bad kitty. No milk for you.”
He burst out laughing when she growled back and swiped at him with the evidence-covered paw. Beau jumped back and shook his head. “Come on, mate. Time to eat. I’ll feed you since you seem to be having problems this morning.”
Shayla sighed and rolled out of the bed. When she tried to pull off the stuffing stuck to one claw, the other claws got in the way and thwarted her efforts. Finally Gaston had mercy on her and plucked the mattress fluff from her claws then helped her dress since pulling jeans on would have been an exercise in futility and more shredding.
By the time she’d walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, her kitty paws had morphed back into hands. So had her teeth, which made it much easier to talk. She wanted to talk about what she could expect at the club that night. Despite knowing they would be with her, Shayla was nervous and wanted to be prepared so she wasn’t in total shock.
Ever since she’d come to terms with her guilt over her best friend’s death, Shayla had realized she had a wicked curiosity and wanted to know everything. Now she was looking forward to going to the club and finding out what other forms of supernatural creatures there were and what they looked like. She wasn’t crazy, though, and wanted to know what to expect so she could be ready for whatever might occur while they were there. Most of all, she wanted to know what she might need to do to protect her friends should they all show up. She still wasn’t convinced that Erin was operating under her own steam. She was worried that the vampires had somehow controlled her.
