Her mouth dropped open and she stumbled backward, her rage disintegrating. Vicious satisfaction surged through him when the aroma of her lust invaded his senses. Lips curling in a feral grin, he looked away from her and down at Branimir.
His lover’s eyes were at half-mast, their orange glow shielded. His pink tongue slipped from between his lips and Viktor reached for his hair. Thrusting long fingers into the thick, soft strands he grabbed a handful and pulled Branimir to his knees before him.
“Show Okibi how to properly suck a cock, Branimir.” A sound of surrender escaped from Branimir, his intense lust rolling into Viktor through their link, as he slid his palms up Viktor’s legs. One large hand settled around the base of Viktor’s cock, while the other reached around to cup his ass. Branimir looked up at Viktor, a wicked smile on his mouth, before his tongue traced the faintest caress along the shaft of Viktor’s engorged cock. He heard a moan, thought it his for a moment, before realizing it was Okibi.
Viktor glanced away from Branimir, muting the sensations flowing between them. He wanted to watch Okibi and being fully linked with Branimir would get in the way. Viktor smirked, and knew cruel delight showed on his face as he scrutinized Okibi’s reactions.
She whimpered as his lover teased Viktor’s aching shaft with deft motions. She shook, her eyes glued to Branimir’s mouth, her vantage point offering her an unobstructed view of his talents. Viktor groaned and pulled Branimir’s hair, telling him without words that he was done with foreplay. He wanted to feel the hot, moist embrace of lips and tongue.
Branimir’s hand tightened on his ass, long fingers sliding into the crease between his cheeks, teasing his asshole and making Viktor shudder. He glanced down in time to see Branimir press the width of his tongue to the underside of his cock and drag it over the weeping tip. He hummed with pleasure at the taste of Viktor’s arousal and Viktor jerked his hair harder.
“Suck it, Branimir.” The words tore their way up from his gut, carried out on a dark, hungry growl. Branimir’s eyes widened and so did his mouth. He slipped the bell shaped head of Viktor’s cock past his lips, tongue undulating around it, along it, and slowly consumed every inch. When Viktor was all the way in, Branimir swallowed, his throat flexing around the sensitive head, and Viktor nearly fell to the floor.
“Please, stop. Please.” The thin, whispery comment wrenched Viktor’s concentration from Branimir’s talented mouth and back to Okibi. She struggled with herself, but for or against what, Viktor couldn’t tell. Regardless of her distress, he continued to enjoy Branimir’s mouth, thrusting his hips, plunging his cock further down his lover’s throat. Branimir moaned, the sound rippling along his pulsating cock and Viktor found his voice.
“No. You like it. You love it. Watching me fuck his face. I bet you wish it was your mouth servicing me.” She clutched her belly, and Viktor knew his comment had hit home.
“You don’t know what you’re doing, griffon. Please, if you stop now, neither of you has to get hurt.” Viktor heard her words, but Branimir chose that moment to slip the tip of his finger into his ass and Viktor forgot whatever he might have been about to say.
“Branimir! Yes!” He spread his legs apart, giving Branimir better access to the hidden spot that brought so much pleasure. Lacing his other hand through Branimir’s dark hair, he pulled his cock from the adept mouth pleasuring him and plunged it back in, rapidly shafting in and out of glorious heat and greedy flesh. Viktor felt the jolt of release electrify his body and pulled his granite length free before he spent himself.
Dropping to his knees, Viktor looked deep into Branimir’s orange gaze. He loved this man more than anything else in life and in that moment, he had to show Okibi how he felt. Branimir leaned in and covered his mouth with lips soft as any woman’s.
They fell into each other, their minds open, their emotions and needs flowing and ebbing in a perfect rhythm. Viktor plunged his tongue into Branimir’s mouth and Branimir swirled his own around it. They ate at each other’s mouths, teeth meeting, lips sliding, tongues dueling. Branimir ran his hands up Viktor’s back, testing the strength in his muscles, before gliding his palms around to his chest. He teased Viktor’s sensitive, tiny nipples through his shirt until Viktor tore his mouth free and moaned loudly.
Turn around, Bran. I need to be inside you. Branimir smiled seductively, then trailed his lips over Viktor’s chin, down his neck, and finally across his left nipple. His tongue made a dark spot against the T-shirt, but the small bud beneath became painfully hard. With a mischievous hum, Branimir sank his teeth into the hard flesh beneath the soft cotton.
“Fuck!” Viktor threw back his head, his need exploding. A small mew of sound from close to his ear startled him and he whipped his head around.
Chapter 10
Okibi’s face was inches from his own, her skin glistening. She knelt, her legs splayed wide beneath her, one hand buried between them, at Viktor’s left side. Her eyes were glued to Branimir’s every movement. The distinctive fragrance of her body filled the air. He took a deep breath and his head spun, Okibi’s potency irresistible. Her scent intoxicated him. He was so close to the edge of his control because of it. Viktor’s hands fell from Branimir’s head, one slipping along his lover’s cheek to cup his chin, and the other moving slowly toward Okibi.
I see her. Don’t push too hard, Viktor. I don’t want to ruin this. A spark of irritation flared, but Branimir bit tender flesh harder and Viktor jolted.
Branimir’s lips moved across the firm, male chest covered with thin fabric to the other nipple. Viktor slowly laid his left hand on Okibi’s thigh. She jerked, wild eyes flashing to his as she tried to pull away. He dug his fingers into her flesh, holding her in place. She stilled and Viktor eased his grip, flattening his hand and slowly, carefully, sliding it to the inside of her leg and upward. Okibi’s hand stilled, falling away from her pussy the moment his fingers caressed it.
Viktor eased his fingers between the swollen lips of her sex, his cock jerking, his heart pounding at the copious amounts of fluid drenching her body. Branimir teased his nipple and Viktor’s fingers curled against Okibi as pleasure roared through him.
Branimir, turn around. I can’t last much longer. Gods, she’s so wet! Branimir mumbled something against Viktor’s shirt and nipped the responsive flesh beneath his lips. Viktor growled. Branimir laughed softly in response and slowly moved his body into position. He paused in shifting to bring his face close to Okibi’s, and Viktor watched as he took her mouth, licking her full bottom lip, waiting for her to open wide and give him entry. She did with a loud moan, the hand still wet from her body sliding along Viktor’s forearm, sharp nails digging into his rigid flesh.
Branimir ended the kiss and pulled away from her, settling himself on elbows and knees before Viktor. Viktor dipped his index finger into Okibi’s cunt, feeling her flutter around him, her juices and pheromone-laced oils collecting in his palm. Rising to his knees, Viktor moved his thumb through her sex, finding her erect clit and pressing against it. She tightened her hold on his arm and Viktor experienced a tiny prick of pain as her nails broke the skin. She keened and more of her juices flowed into his hand.
Viktor took his fingers from Okibi’s body, moving slowly to make certain she watched him. The proof of her need shone in his hand, not overflowing it but apparent nonetheless. He wrapped his hand around his cock, lubricating it with her desire. Viktor gasped as sensation bombarded him. His cock felt like it would burst into flames, but in the most pleasurable way he could imagine. He took a moment to enjoy the feel of her desire wetting his cock, before he focused on Branimir. She whimpered when he guided the thick head to Branimir’s waiting ass.
There’s not much lube. It’ll hurt a bit.
I don’t care, Viktor. I’m about to explode here. She’s so fucking hot I can taste her. Fuck me, damn it!
Viktor fit his head to the opening of Branimir’s body and pushed forward, both hands moving to his lover’s hips as he eased his way inside. Viktor bit th
e inside of his cheek to stop the bellow that fought its way to his throat. Whether from the heightened state of his arousal, or from the addition of Okibi’s potent excretions, Viktor didn’t know, but Branimir had never felt so good wrapped around his cock. Branimir thrust his body hard backward, impaling himself on Viktor’s shaft.
“More!” Branimir flexed his sphincter muscles and Viktor dug his fingers into the sleek hips beneath his hands. This would be over quickly, but Viktor wanted to last as long as possible. He withdrew from the sweet haven of Branimir’s body and plunged back deep, his balls slapping against Branimir’s, pulling loud cries from them both.
Okibi echoed them and Viktor swiveled his head to watch her. Her breasts were shivering so rapid were her breaths. She lifted one hand to a taut nipple, pinching the flesh and twisting it savagely. The other hand once more danced between her thighs. The sounds of her fingers swiftly plunging in and out of her body accelerated Viktor’s movements, his hips pumping in time with her fingers.
His eyes didn’t leave Okibi as he plunged deep and hard into Branimir’s ass. He took savage pleasure in the wanton sounds spilling from Branimir with every stroke, delighted the noises spurred Okibi, too. Using the muscles of his back and hips, Viktor worked his cock in and out of Branimir in shorter, faster strokes, feeling his impending orgasm collect in his balls. He released one of Branimir’s hips, searching for his lover’s cock and taking it into his hand. Two strokes done in counterpoint to the rhythm of Viktor’s cock was all it took to bring Branimir to a screaming release.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming!” Viktor’s jaw clenched when Branimir’s ass clamped down on his aching cock. Branimir came hard. His hot, sticky come covered Viktor’s hand and dripped onto the floor beneath them. His ass closed painfully tight, and Viktor grunted, the pain only enhancing the pleasure. He forgot about making it last, releasing Branimir’s still jerking cock to grab his hip once more.
Okibi was close, her hand flashing, her wet cunt making slippery noises, her free hand ravaging her nipples. Her milky skin was flushed, her hair was soaked, and every muscle in her body was taut, standing out in gorgeous relief beneath her sleek flesh. He pounded Branimir’s ass and reached for Okibi. His fingers found her dripping cunt the moment he couldn’t hold back any longer. He plunged into both of his partners savagely deep, felt Branimir come a second time and watched with awe as Okibi detonated.
“Ahh!” Her voice broke on a shriek as their fingers tangled inside the molten clasp of her pussy. Viktor’s eyes slammed closed with the power of his orgasm. He bellowed, a wordless sound of pure ecstasy. His balls throbbed violently as he emptied himself deep inside Branimir. Over and over again, Okibi’s body contracted around his fingers and hers. Each time, his body spewed more come into Branimir, until he jerked himself free from her and collapsed on Branimir’s back, his release finally finished.
A few seconds of deep breaths and Viktor slipped his cock from Branimir’s body, both of them quivering at the torturous sensation on their raw nerves. Branimir’s knees slid from beneath him and his body collapsed to the floor under their combined weight. Viktor cracked his lids and found Okibi still shuddering, crumpled on the floor. Her eyes were closed, but somehow, he knew, she knew he watched her.
Worn out from mind-blowing sex and his rush to get to the island, Viktor laid his head on Branimir’s back and passed out.
Chapter 11
Okibi sensed the moment Viktor joined Branimir in exhausted sleep. Her pussy was still contracting, and her orgasm continued to seep from her body. Exhaustion pulled at her, but Okibi fought it. What had happened was better than any fantasy, but despite the release still coursing through her body, fear grew. When she’d come, for a split second she’d been thrust into the connection between the griffons. The phoenix had taken over then, drawn by the powerful emotions flowing between the men. It had looked at them and decided. Branimir and Viktor would be tested, and gods help them if they weren’t ready.
As her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing deepened, a single tear slipped from beneath one eyelid. She’d felt their love for each other, and she was jealous. She’d ached to feel that kind of unfettered love her entire life, a love for her and not her power or status. Okibi realized a hard truth then. Taboo or not, if Branimir and Viktor could love her as deeply, as strongly, as they loved each other, she’d go against everything she’d ever known to keep them both.
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Vicious cramps ripped Okibi from sleep. The sun was low in the sky. She jerked up from the floor in shock. The entire day had come and gone! Painful throbs of her heart stole her breath. Terrified of what she’d find, she slowly looked over her shoulder.
The fading rays of light caressed the sleeping men entwined by her side. Thank the gods, neither of them stirred. Okibi had to choke off a nervous, relieved laugh as she got off the floor. Her body complained loudly, from the kink in her side to the tenderness in her back. Note to self: do not sleep on floor. The bit of sarcastic humor was so welcome, she almost lost her grip on the giggle. Drawing a slow, calming breath Okibi grinned so hard her cheeks hurt. She felt like her normal self for the first time in days. The yearning need in her gut was quiet. That could be because your bladder is about to explode and you’re starving.
She shook her head at the inner voice and carefully turned toward her bed. The thrashed remains of her mattress and wardrobe lay in a chaotic heap. Okibi rolled her eyes at the destruction her tantrum had left. Calling magic, she closed her eyelids and undid what her fury had wrought.
It took nothing more than a focused image of what she wanted in her mind. When she opened her eyes, her mattress sat repaired and re-stuffed on the bed frame. The room was spotless. Not a speck of debris cluttered the floor. All of her clothing was put away, the wardrobe again in one piece. Okibi hurried to find clothes. Grabbing a light tank and matching sleep shorts, she headed into the bathroom at a near run.
Her bladder still thanking her loudly, her body scrubbed and refreshed, Okibi left the bathroom ready to face what was next. A stab of disappointment cut through her chest when she saw the fellows were still unconscious.
Her stomach cramped again and Okibi shrugged. If the smell of food didn’t wake them, they weren’t really men. She rifled through the fridge, pulling out a package of venison chops and Kobe beef filets. She was in the mood for game, but she figured Viktor and Branimir would appreciate the exquisite flavor of her native country’s famous steak.
Not inclined to tempt the fates, she pulled out one of her mother’s recipes for broiling meat. She lost herself in mixing the marinade, setting the oven, and putting the food in to cook without her help. Okibi made coffee and tore up greens for a salad, the mundane actions giving her time to assimilate some of what she was feeling inside. Being caught in the flow of emotions between Branimir and Viktor still stunned her. She’d never been that intimate with anyone. Sure, she expected to be with her mate. It was part of the binding during the Fennikusu Setsuzoku, but the three of them weren’t partnered. Yet.
Time had stood still during that interlude. Her fingers had twined with Viktor’s, buried deep inside her violently aroused cunt, a brilliant orgasm hovering just out of reach. Then she’d been in their heads, and she’d felt Branimir’s savage delight at the massive length of Viktor’s cock buried in his ass. Her entire body had seized when she felt the power of Viktor’s need, felt Branimir’s tight, hot grip around his aching shaft. Then Viktor had focused on the rippling silk of her own body and Okibi had surrendered. Her sight had vanished, becoming not something external, but internal. A blinding light had burst from Branimir and Viktor, carrying their ecstasy into her body, and she’d spilled over.
Okibi ran a shaking hand through her short locks, her body tightening in remembrance. In the aftermath, she’d made a choice that now seemed hurried. Knowing the griffons loved each other didn’t mean they could love her. And while she was undeniably attracted to them both, could two or three days really be enough to fall in love
with someone? With more than one? And virtual strangers at that? What if they really didn’t want her but the phoenix?
And why wasn’t the Kokugen Nenshou beating at her? The second phase had begun, so why wasn’t she spoiling for a fight? Okibi was confused, tired, worried, and terrified. All the shit churning in her gut was making her nuts! She sighed heavily, looking down and seeing the salad prep finished without any thought from her. Well, at least you got something completed. The thought made her want to laugh. It made her want to cry. She had to do something to relieve the tension and anxiety building inside.
The giggle was out before she realized it was coming. The sound shot through the house, so loud in the quiet. Her eyes widened when Viktor leapt from the floor.
And promptly fell flat on his face.
His pants were still tangled around his knees. Okibi clapped her hands over her mouth, sure her eyes were bulging from her face, but she was laughing so hard it did no good trying to keep quiet.
“Damn it!” He growled and tore the jeans from his body, tiny denim confetti dancing around him by the time he’d completely shredded the material. He stood up again and whipped around at her loud snort of mirth. The T-shirt he had on barely hid his cock, but she was laughing too hard at his fall to pay much attention.
Okibi’s eyes watered, every breath chopped up by her outrageous chortling. She looked down at his feet, and had to grab the island to stop from collapsing on the floor. White tube socks boldly contrasted the warm caramel color of his legs, but it was the black loafers on his feet that did her in. Such a masculine male wearing loafers was too much.
“What the hell is so funny? Woman, you should know better than to startle a man awake!” Viktor’s deep voice boomed, ire and indignation flashing in his amber eyes. He growled and put his hands on his hips. The huffy display sent the tears in her eyes spilling down her cheeks.
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