Against my better instinct, I shift, and my small fox runs towards the door of her store at a much faster speed than my human form could ever reach. She sees me and smiles, opening the door and letting me in. I begin to let out small yips of excitement as I rush around her feet. Damian walks in, an inquisitive smile on his face as he watches me bounce around. Unable to stand being in this form anymore and not being able to speak to her, I shift at once. My body moves from her feet to standing taller than her, looking down into her beautiful brown eyes.
“Calluna.” Her name comes out of my mouth as a deep, hoarse growl, as if it hurts to say it.
“Hello, Rhett,” she says with a sweet smile, then looks over to Damian. “Hi, Damian. Are you both okay?” she asks, the smile never leaving her lips. She looks to both of us in a strange way that makes my fox puff out his chest.
“You are mine,” I growl out, flinching at the roughness of my words. That I would say such a thing to a woman I haven’t even had a full conversation with is outrageous to me, but my fox chirps in happiness, pushing me on. Without a second thought, I grab her shoulders and pull her to me, smashing my lips to hers. She squeaks in surprise, her hands in fists on my chest, and then she suddenly begins to relax against me. She opens her mouth for me, so I slip my tongue inside to taste her, and she almost feels like an aphrodisiac. I let out a low growl and pull myself away, unwilling to allow myself to lose any more control.
When I back away, she looks at me, a dazed, almost drunken expression on her face. Then she snaps out of it suddenly. “What the hell?” she shouts, looking between me and Damian.
Damian’s jaw is slightly ajar as he looks between the two of us, but I see the fire in his eyes. His head tilts to the side, and he breathes in deeply, twitching slightly as the air enters his lungs. He exhales slowly, and a word leaves his lips as the breath whooshes out.
“Mate.”
Calluna
“I’m sorry, what now?” I ask the two men that are looking at me like I’m dinner. With the way my panties have flooded with moisture, I would say that I’m A-OK with being their meal, even if my mind hasn’t quite caught up. My chest still rises and falls quickly after that kiss that Rhett laid on me. That rough, passionate, hot as fuck kiss that has left my lips feeling swollen and delicious. I look over to see Damian looking at me in wonder and Rhett looking at me with pure, unadulterated lust.
“You’re ours,” Rhett says with a big smile as he takes a slow step towards me. I back up, putting my hand up to give myself a little distance so that my brain can function and I can form words. If he gets too close, I might resort to dry humping his leg, although I am anything but dry.
“Aren’t you guys each other’s?” I ask incredulously, my eyebrows raised and my voice squeaking a bit. “How could I be either of yours if you two are together?”
“Because you’re ours,” Rhett replies in the most unhelpful way possible. I glare at him and turn to Damian, who seems to be as surprised by all of this as I am. Changelings do not have mates. There’s none of that wacky shifter shit where you lay eyes on a person and boom.
Fuck it all, because nothing else seems to matter anymore but them. Nope, I’ve been pretty proud to come from a species that gets to use their own mind power, fuck you very much. But instead, I find myself drawn to both of these men in a way that I wasn’t drawn to them before.
“Would you like to buy a ferret?” I blurt out the first words that come to mind.
“A ferret?” Damian asks, looking at me oddly.
“Sure. I’ll buy anything. I’ll buy it all,” Rhett replies, and I glare at him again.
“I mean…” Damian rubs the back of his neck and looks at me uneasily. “Do you feel this? Any of this?” he asks, motioning between the three of us.
“No,” I state resolutely, and Damian’s face falls a bit. Rhett’s smile just grows, and he steps closer to me.
“Bullshit,” Rhett spits out, a wicked smile on his lips.
“Yes. Fuck, I don’t know,” I say without thinking again, just because I can’t stand seeing Damian’s face look sad anymore. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“So, we figure this out… Take it slow,” Damian goes on, looking at me warily. Who hurt him so much that he feels the need to walk on eggshells about this?
Rhett growls softly. “Fuck slow! She is ours, our mate. It’s killing me to not mark her right now.” Apparently, Rhett is ready to just jump in headfirst.
“Mark me?” I squeak loudly, both hands coming up to cover my neck. I internally scold my vagina for clenching at his words.
“Don’t worry about your pretty little neck, sweetheart. I’m more of a tit guy myself,” Rhett says with a soft purring noise.
A breathy squeak leaves my throat as I let out a breath of air. Damian grabs onto Rhett’s shoulder, pulling him back and away from me. “Damn it, you’ll scare her, Rhett.”
Rhett turns to Damian and grabs the man’s shirt, pulling until their chests slam together with a hard thump of pure muscle. Their growls fill the room before their lips crash together. “Don’t think I’m willing to give you up,” Rhett growls into Damian’s mouth.
Well fuckity, fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I feel myself instantly panting like a dog as I stare at the men kissing and pawing at each other. Son of a bitch. I am barely refraining from stripping down so that I can feel their lips on me, on my body. Damian’s hand slips down and under the waistband of Rhett’s jeans, causing both Rhett and I to groan at the same time. The noise reminds the men of my presence in the room, and they break apart.
“I’m sorry,” Rhett says abruptly, and Damian nods in agreement. “The urges I’m feeling right now are uncontainable. I am barely holding myself together. Tell me I’m not the only one?”
Damian shakes his head, his chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. “You’re not.”
“Nope,” I relent, causing both men to smile at me. “Fuck fuck fuck. What is this? I wasn’t supposed to have a mate, let alone two! I mean, I’ve always thought having multiple men was the way to go and hot as fuck, but mates? This is insane. Insane. Fuck fuck fuckity.”
“You feel it too?” Damian repeats, staring at me in awe.
“Is that all you got from all that? Yes, I feel it. I want to rip the clothes off of both of you and have my way with you right here and now. I want to watch you fuck each other, and I want to writhe beneath you both as you fuck me. I want you to fuck him while he fucks me, and every fucking combination we can come up with. I am so fucking wet right now, and the thought of allowing you to mark me or bite me or whatever the hell you fucking shifters do is both terrifying and sexy as hell.” I squeeze my hands together to refrain from doing all the things I just said. To keep me from touching them or from touching myself. Fuck, I just want to be touched.
“Let’s do that,” Rhett says in a husky tone, his eyes dark with lust and an unmistakable bulge in his pants. A thought runs through my mind, of dragging my tongue against his length, and I unconsciously lick my lips.
“No,” Damian says sternly, looking at Rhett. “We will do this properly. We won’t take advantage of you when something you’re unprepared for is altering your senses. We were raised with the knowledge that this could happen, we were told what the feelings are like, and although they are hard for us to contain, we can.” He growls the last words, looking to Rhett. Rhett grinds his teeth together before nodding in agreement. “So for now, we’ll go. We’ll come back tomorrow when it’s a proper time and we can speak about this like rational adults.”
I nod my head slowly, my chest clenching at the thought of them leaving. “I think that’d be for the best,” I say the words softly. Then, against my better judgment, I voice a question that is plaguing my mind. “Are you guys going to go home and fuck each other?” I ask, my voice squeaking again.
A dark, sultry smile spreads across Rhett’s lips. “Fuck yes we are, darling. Although we do a wonderful job of turning each other on, know that our cocks will b
e that much harder at the thought of you. That we’ll both be wishing it was your skin we were tasting, that it was you our cocks were plunging into. It’ll be fucking wonderful and hot as fuck, but it’ll be only half the explosion that will happen once we finally get to claim you as ours. Because, darling, when we take you, it will be everything.” As he says the words, he moves toward me without me noticing, and I jump slightly as he slams his lips to mine again, tasting me like he said he wants to. Fuuuuuuck.
I let out a soft moan, leaning forward and chasing his lips as he pulls away, making him chuckle softly. Cocky motherfucker. Then Damian steps forward and places a small kiss on my cheek. “Tomorrow, Luna.” His accent lilts the words, and I fucking melt.
I watch them both leave the store, and I can’t help but stare at their asses. Then the thought of what they are headed to do flashes in my mind. Fuck, I should call them back. Say fuck it and let them ravish me right here in my own store.
Fucking balls, what is happening to me? I quickly walk to the doors and lock them, then flip off all the lights. I walk to the back of the store and lie back on one of the couches, slipping my fingers beneath my leggings and panties to dip one into my core and gather some of the wetness there. I bring it up to my clit and begin rubbing myself as I picture what must already be happening between Damian and Rhett. My head thrashes and my muscles tighten as one of the quickest orgasms I’ve ever experienced hits me with ferocity.
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
Calluna
Walking into the store the next morning, I’m sleep-deprived, grumpy, and unbelievably horny. I spent all fucking night touching myself and never felt like it was enough. I swear I have carpal tunnel now. Lars greets me with a smile that quickly turns into a look of confusion.
“What crawled up your butt?” he asks, handing me a to-go coffee from Jewels Cafe.
“Bless you,” I praise, then take a long drink of the coffee. “And nothing has crawled up my butt,” I groan.
“Ahhhh, so you’re sad about that?” he says with a small chuckle.
“About what?” I snap, eyeing him angrily.
“About nothing crawling up your butt…or one of your other orifices,” he says, not even trying to contain his laughter. I just give him a small growl as an answer, since he isn’t wrong.
I spent the whole night trying to figure this shit out, in between flicking the bean, of course. There are many species that mate, and maybe changelings do too. Fuck, I don’t know. I was raised by humans, like most changelings are.
When a dark elf and a fae have a baby—which is usually seen as an abomination to both species—the couple steals a human child in the night and replaces it with one of their own to keep the secret of their coupling. The human child is said to be given to the devil or some kind of fairy god, who fucking knows, and the changeling child is raised by humans. The child grows up believing they’re human until they realize they aren’t because they have wacky fucking powers.
Obviously, I gained all this knowledge from reading, as I know neither of my biological parents. When I started showing magical abilities, my human parents saw me as disobedient and evil—the bible thumpers that they were—and kicked me out. At fourteen, I began living on my own, mostly using the magic I learned to steal and manipulate. True to my nature, I suppose. That’s how I got the money I needed to open my store. I always had a passion for animals due to their magical nature, and when I discovered Silver Springs was mostly supernatural, I decided to settle here.
“Tell me about mating,” I say to him suddenly, needing to get all the information I can.
“Well, sometimes a boy likes a girl, birds and bees, you know. Well, penis-vagina, penis penis, vagina vagina, penis mouth, etcetera,” he explains, laughing the entire time. I grab a tennis ball dog toy nearby and chuck it at him. He snatches it out of the air without issue and smiles widely at me.
“Shifter mating, asshole,” I growl.
“Man, you really are grumpy today.” He frowns slightly, setting the tennis ball on the counter. “It’s mostly hetero shit, but it happens from time to time with gay couples. I’ve obviously never experienced it, but from what I’ve been told, it’s like a punch to the chest. Your world suddenly becomes all consumed by that one person or persons. As if they’re the one thing holding you to the ground, they become your gravity and your oxygen. The thought of living without them hurts. The need to claim, to take, to make them yours is irresistible. Everything about them is perfect, even the imperfect parts. The attraction is so intense that seeing them feels almost like being electrocuted, but in an oddly good way. They’re it for you. Everything you ever wanted, and everything you never knew you wanted.”
A breath whooshes from my body as he finishes explaining. I look at him seriously. “You seem to know a lot about something you consider bullshit.”
“The way my mom explained it to me always stuck with me. She was so sweet and innocent, maybe it’s not like that for everyone. It just sounded so wonderful to me when I was a child.” He sighs, then rolls his eyes. “Now, though, I’m more concerned about getting that dick.” He winks at me as he pulls back into his natural demeanor.
The laugh is pulled from my body as a choked sound, and he looks at me curiously. “Why the sudden interest in mates, Cal?”
“No reason,” I say softly, taking another drink of my coffee. I close my eyes as I feel the warm liquid settle in my chest. My chest that has been aching uncontrollably since last night. Will they come in today? They said they would. I keep my eyes closed tightly, remembering the kiss that Rhett gave me last night, and I squirm in my chair. I think of the looks in their eyes as they gazed at me, like I was the most gorgeous thing in the world. Like I truly was the oxygen they were breathing.
Fuck, all those things that Lars said. All those words that he’s held on to since he was a child are exactly how I feel, and I don’t know how to fucking handle it. I have mates? How the flying fuck do I have mates? Why didn’t we realize this connection when I first saw them the night that Rhett was attacked? Did my magic somehow create this mate connection? Son of a bitch, what if I did this to them? To myself?
I’m pulled from my thoughts when I hear the door open. My eyes pop open, ready to help whatever customer has entered my store. I paste on my fake smile and stand, setting my coffee down. “Welcome to Bea—” The smile drops from my lips, and I pause as my eyes land on the two men that have completely consumed my thoughts for the past twelve hours.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Rhett says, walking into the store as if he’s exuding sunshine. His smile is cocky as his blue eyes zero in on me. The sun catches in his messy, sandy blond hair, making his skin look tanned and delicious. As he moves towards me, I notice how his muscles flex and move as he walks, giving me the irresistible urge to run my fingers over their hardness. Behind him walks Damian, and my breath catches again. The lightness of Rhett’s features is in contrast to the dark brown of Damian’s hair and beard. His hazel eyes shine as they reach my own, and his lips quirk into a small smile, almost like he’s shy. His quieter nature intrigues me, as if he’s the thoughtfulness to Rhett’s brashness. They are truly yin and yang, complementing each other in the best ways.
“Good morning to yourself,” Lars growls, his voice sounding husky.
“Larson, back off,” I growl, using his full name to show how serious I am. I look over to him and see his eyes widen perceptibly as he looks to me and then to Damian and Rhett. He looks awestruck, double-taking between the men and myself. Then he regains his composure, and with a wide smile, crosses his arms.
“Now I get your questions.” He chuckles, then winks at me. “I have to head to Willow’s shop, anyway. We need more herbs. I’ll be back. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he sing-songs as he walks out the door.
His absence is immediately felt, and it’s like the air in the room feels magnetized with just their presence. I can almost feel a string attaching them to me, pulling me towards them.
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nbsp; “Luna,” Damian says as he gets to the counter that I’m still standing behind. He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it softly. The way he says the end of my name, like a prayer, makes my knees weak, and I feel as if I could melt into a puddle on the floor.
“Good…good morning,” I stutter, feeling my stomach clench in nerves. Who the fuck am I? I don’t get nervous. I exude confidence. I take what I want, hard and fast. “How was your night?” I ask, wincing slightly as I remember Rhett’s promise of what they’d spend it doing.
Rhett’s smile is mischievous and dark at the question. “It was delectable.” He says the words slowly, each one filled with meaning.
“When will Larson be back? We’d like to take you somewhere,” Damian asks, pulling me into the depth of his eyes.
“Larson?” I squeak, staring at him in longing. “Oh, Lars. I don’t know.”
Damian chuckles as I make a complete fool of myself, and I try to shake myself free of this cloud that’s hanging over me. A cloud of motherfucking lust and horniness.
“If I fuck you guys, will I be able to think straight again?” I blurt out, regaining a bit of my natural charisma.
Rhett cracks up, literally throwing his head back in laughter, and Damian just smiles widely at me as he holds back his laughter. “I know this must be strange for you, Luna. It probably doesn’t help, but we also feel out of control and erratic.”
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