by L. A. Boruff
“Where are you going?” Taylor asked, grabbing my wrist and spinning me around to face him.
“I have to wash off my face paint—”
“Leave it on,” Slade growled.
“I want to see it smeared all over your bedsheets,” Taylor said, leaning forward to kiss me.
At this rate, the only place he’d see it smeared would be all over his face. Already some purple and blue sparkles decorated the corners of his mouth. Grinning, I kissed him back and twined my fingers together behind his neck. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
From over his shoulder, I could see Slade starting up the gas fire in the living room. Once that was going, he found the matches and lit tea lights in the four jack o’lanterns we’d all made together last night.
As soon as the carved pumpkins were illuminated, Slade turned off the lights. An ethereal, spooky glow filled the room, adding to the romantic atmosphere.
Taylor kissed me again. His tongue was insistent at my lips, so I opened my mouth, letting him in. As we kissed, I tasted the success we felt, and I remembered the way White’s face had looked when we’d stolen the tiara back, practically under his nose. Smug lion hadn’t seen that coming.
Suddenly, I felt a little nudge in my abdomen. I quickly unhooked one of my arms from around Taylor’s neck and squeezed it between us. It was as if I needed to touch base with this precious cargo, tell her I’d felt her movement.
“Everything okay?” Taylor asked, moving from my lips to my jaw and down to my neck. He licked and kissed the spot that always drove me crazy, and I tightened my legs around his waist.
Slade’s arms came around from the back, cupping my breasts underneath the loose fabric of my gown.
“Mm-hmm,” I replied, half to the question, half to the sensation. And everything was all right. We were safe, Slade, Taylor, Quentin, me, and the little lima bean in my belly. It was still hard to believe the pregnancy was real. There was a tiny dragon shifter in there. Growing, thriving.
“The baby kicked,” I said. “I can’t wait until she gets bigger and you can feel it with me.”
“Same,” Slade said, touching my stomach. Taylor pressed his hand there, too.
I slid down Taylor’s body, ready to get undressed. While Taylor pulled down the sleeves of my gown, Slade pressed kisses to my bare back. The fabric of my dress pooled at my feet and I stood before them in my lacy blue thong and iridescent white heels.
Reaching down, I started inching my fingers toward the front of Slade’s kilt. His eyes fluttered shut as I tugged at the fabric. “Off,” I said.
His hands were a blur as he unfastened the kilt and let it fall to the floor.
I’d seen him naked every day for a year, but I still stared in awe each time he stripped as if it were the first glimpse. I allowed my gaze to linger, taking in every inch of muscular, tan skin, before looking over to Taylor.
His green eyes were dark with anticipation.
Their scents surrounded me, and I gladly breathed them in—hazelnut, metal, and fire.
I reached for the white faux-fur of Taylor’s red suit and unfastened the buttons, slowly starting from the top.
Slade kissed my neck as I worked to undress Taylor. His lips left a burning trail of desire on my skin, and my hands shook as I fumbled with Taylor’s buttons.
“Next year,” I murmured, breathing heavily, “next year you have to wear less clothing for your costume.”
“Maybe a caveman?” he asked, referencing last Halloween when we’d tried on skimpy costumes at the Halloween store.
“I really liked the caveman,” I said.
Just then, Slade nipped my neck and I gasped. Impatient, I pressed my hands to Taylor’s chest, wanting to feel his skin.
The heat of him warmed my fingers. When I reached the last button, I lay my palms on him, letting the heat soak in. This was where we were meant to be, how we were meant to be. All of us together. All that was missing was Quentin.
“Remember last Halloween?” Taylor murmured. “Not just the costumes we tried on, but the things we did later that night.”
I nodded. “Quentin wasn’t here.”
“I’m not talking about that part,” Taylor said. “Slade? Where’s that bag of gifts we picked up earlier today?”
Slade flashed a wicked grin. “I stowed it in here, behind the couch. Hang on, I’ll grab it.”
“Wait,” I said. “What gifts? What does this have to do with last year?”
Taylor traced the tops of my breasts, his touch igniting my sensitive skin. I stepped forward, wanting more—I wanted him to squeeze me, to brush his fingertips against my nipples—but he held back.
If he wasn’t careful, I was going to throw him down on the floor in front of the fireplace and find a way to fuck him while he was still wearing those stupid Santa pants.
Slade returned to my side, holding a canvas shopping bag. “Remember that game we played at the festival last year?”
Instead of an answer, images flashed through my mind. The fishing game, clearly marked “for adults.” The hefty fee to play, and then the tiny box and batteries that I’d pulled over the backdrop with my fake fishing pole.
And then the hours that Slade and Taylor had delighted me, tormented me, had me begging for them to stop and begging them for more…
“Look at her eyes,” Taylor said to Slade. “Her pupils just got so fucking big.”
“And her scent,” Slade added. “Warm apples and desire.”
“The three of us got you some Halloween presents this morning.” Taylor pointed to the bag.
“Oh no, I know where this is going,” I said.
“Do you really?” Taylor asked, feigning disappointment. “Because, my love, we really wanted to surprise you. And if it isn’t a surprise, well, maybe…”
Slade nodded, catching on. “Maybe we should take the gifts back. They’re still in the original packaging, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Taylor said. “Too fucking bad, I guess, but if it’s not a surprise, then we’ll just have to do better next year—”
I tackled Slade. It never would have worked under normal circumstances, because he was such a giant. But I had the element of surprise on my side, and, probably even more in my favor, the fact that I was carrying our baby.
Maybe it was less that I tackled him, and more that I crashed into him but he allowed us to tumble to the floor in a way that he cushioned my fall.
Either way, he was down, and I scrambled for the bag still clutched in his hand.
He held it out of reach.
“Give—me—that,” I said.
His brown eyes sparkled with amusement. He still kept the bag away from me.
Taylor swooped over, plucking me off of Slade’s stomach. “So you do want the surprises?” he asked.
“You know I do,” I said, allowing him to cradle me to his bare chest.
His skin was warm and his touch was gentle. His smile was playful and contagious.
He still wore the Santa hat and pants, but if anyone could make Santa pants work, it would be Taylor.
“Slade,” he said, “would you select one item from the bag to show to our woman?”
“Maybe the lady should do the honors,” Slade said, standing up and holding the bag out to me. “Just one at a time, though.”
Taylor let me down, and I slid against his body. His cock was hard, and I trailed my hand over the front of his pants as slowly as possible. He inhaled sharply.
I loved the effect I had on him, the same that he had on me. That they all three had on me.
Smiling, I reached into the bag and felt the different items inside. Stupid packaging—I couldn’t tell what any of them were. One was a box—maybe it was another vibrator—and the second item I felt was a small bottle. The third was hard plastic and felt almost like it had earphones or something in it. Curious, I pulled that one out.
“Oh, that one’s from Brains,” Slade said, using his nickname for Quentin.
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nbsp; “Is it a necklace?” I asked. Before these guys, I’d only been with Marc, and our time together had been during a shifter war. The two of us hadn’t had much opportunity to play with sex toys.
Taylor smiled as he tore open the plastic casing. “Not a necklace, exactly.”
I took a closer look. The long, silver chain ended in two rhinestone-studded clamps. “Uh-oh. I think I know what that is.”
“You should’ve seen Quentin picking them out,” Slade said. “Only the prettiest nipple clamps would do.”
I could just imagine Quentin strolling down the aisle of a sex toy store, his blue eyes carefully evaluating every set of nipple clamps on display.
“So, what do you think?” Taylor asked. “Will you wear them?”
“I think—yes,” I said. “I want to see Quentin’s face when he walks in and sees me in them.”
Taylor bent his head and pressed his lips against my mouth. I sighed, taking in his hazelnut scent, loving the way his soft lips knew mine, the way they teased and loved with just the right pressure.
Slade crowded in beside me and took one of my nipples in his mouth. I pressed my breast against his face, welcoming the onslaught. His tongue was hot and wet and he used just the right amount of suction to get me writhing.
He pulled away, then something cold and pinching replaced his mouth. I gasped into Taylor’s kiss.
“Is it okay?” Slade asked.
I pulled back from Taylor’s kiss and breathed hard, trying not to squirm too much. The pinch was perfect. “Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, it’s good.”
“Looks pretty,” Slade said, and pressed a kiss to my hardened, swollen tip.
I clutched their forearms, my fingernails digging in. The tightness on my nipple was beyond distracting.
Taylor took one glance at me and said, “We should give you the other toys now. Before we get too carried away.”
I could feel my eyes glazing as the pleasure of a single clamp drove me wild. The chain dangled from it, weighing down that nipple further.
Taylor held open the bag. I reached in and felt something in a plastic bottle. “More lube?” I asked with a smile. “I think we have enough of this to last a lifetime.”
“Not lube,” Slade said, taking it from me and turning the bottle around so I could see the label. “Massage oil. We’ll use it later. I read that expectant mamas like to get massages.”
I pulled his face to mine so I could give him a thank-you kiss. He really was one of the sweetest men I knew.
While I kissed Slade, Taylor bent his head to my free breast. The soft, leisurely strokes of Taylor’s tongue on one nipple, combined with the pinch of the clamp on my other, threw my nerves into confusion. I clutched Slade’s shoulders, not sure if I could stand on my own. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache between them.
Taylor pulled away, the second clamp in hand, and said, “Ready?”
I nodded.
He affixed the clamp. A pinch, and a sting, and then a heaviness filled my breasts.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” I said, arching my back.
“You used the lightest setting, didn’t you?” Slade asked him in an accusing voice.
“Yes,” Taylor said. “Do you want me to take it off, Ari?”
“No, leave it,” I said, breathing hard. “It’s—it’s surprisingly good.”
“One more present,” Taylor said.
Of the three, I would’ve said Quentin was the kinkiest. He definitely had the dom-in-a-suit vibe. But Taylor looked downright sadistic as I pulled out the final gift.
I felt my eyes grow wide. The stainless-steel toy was shorter than my hand, with a point that flared out to what looked like a drawer handle with a blue stone set into it. “It’s a...a butt plug?”
“A jeweled butt plug.” He gave me a playful slap on the ass and I squeaked. Then he bent over and licked around my freshly clamped nipple.
Oh, I was so going to get him back for this. I was going to make him beg next time—
“You don’t have to use it—or anything—if you don’t want to,” he said.
I was willing to try it. I hadn’t been sure about the nipple clamps but already they were becoming one of my favorite things. I looked over my shoulder toward the door, wondering when Quentin would join us.
Taylor left me to Slade’s attentions while he opened up the last toy. My breasts were tingling, my pussy on fire. If I didn’t get a cock inside of me soon, I was going to combust.
Slade must not have seen the wild look in my eyes, because he pressed a sweet, gentle kiss on my cheek.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice high-pitched. The pleasing ache in my breasts was driving me crazy. “When are we going to get started? Where the fuck is Quentin?”
“He’ll be here,” Slade said.
“He’s on his way,” Taylor added. “I just got a flash of something.”
I knew what he meant, that he wasn’t just guessing. Because the three of them shared a soul, they were privy to brief glimpses of consciousness of what each other was going through. Usually that was sex with me, but sometimes they could sense pain, danger, or even mundane events.
That was it—my lust was about to take control. I pushed Slade toward the floor in front of the fireplace. He obediently lay down and gestured that I should join him. His cock was bare, standing out straight like it was made for me—and as far as I was concerned, it had been made for me. I slid off my lacy thong and lowered myself to his hips, ready to sheath him with my pussy.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you, too,” Slade said, but then he stopped me from lowering myself all the way onto him.
“What are you doing?” I protested.
“I just started thinking,” Slade said, “the thing about Halloween is that we’re promised treats. Sweet things. The sweet thing I want to taste right now is you.”
As he lifted me up and laid me out on the floor next to him, a minty scent filled my nostrils. Quentin. He was here. I hadn’t seen him yet, but I could fill my nose with his fresh, clean scent. He’d made it. We were here together—all four of us—on Halloween. My heart felt full and light while my body felt heavy with need.
I listened to the door shut, to the sound of Quentin’s footsteps.
His minty scent was laden with fire, filled with lust.
He wasn’t close enough for me to see him, but I knew he was here. I could feel his presence. And I was determined to give him a good show.
As Slade arranged me on the floor, the swaying of the chain attached to the clamps made me moan. I was going to die. I was going to die sexually frustrated and irritated at my guys for not giving me their dicks right when I wanted them. I was going to die and then I was going to come back as some kind of ghost queen dragon shifter succubus and I was going to make them all rue the day that they—
Slade’s tongue made contact with my clit.
“Oh, holy-fuck-shit-damn,” I whispered.
The heat of his breath over my drenched pussy, the feeling of his warm, slippery tongue sliding over my skin—and then my heaving breaths that moved the chain joining the nipple clamps—I was going to come any second—
Taylor came over, the anal plug in his hands. “I’ve already lubed it up,” he said. “Do you want this, Ari?”
“I’ll take anything—anything—if you guys will please just let me come.”
Quentin’s soft chuckle reached my ears. He was enjoying himself. My sexual frustration mingled with my pride.
Taylor smiled at me, his green eyes sparkling with desire and love. “All right. Slade, what do you think about letting Ari ride your face?”
Slade spun over to his back immediately, saying, “I love that idea.”
I clambered over him, trying not to knee him in the nose or ear in my eagerness. My legs shook and fresh spasms of pleasure shot from my nipples to my clit as the heavy chain swung with my movements. Slade held my hips and said, “Lean over on all fours, so Taylor can h
elp you with your new present.”
I did as he asked and shot a glance across the living room. Quentin sat on the sofa, his face shrouded in shadows but his cock pulled from his slacks and stiff in his fist.
Something cool and slippery touched my back hole. Slade tongued my pussy while Taylor worked in the plug.
“So pretty,” Taylor murmured. “I love you, Ari. And you are so fucking beautiful right now. Fuck, look at that ass of yours, I could come just from looking at you.”
There was pressure as he moved the toy. Slowly he pressed the tip inside. It was intense, just like I needed. And I wanted more.
The plug slid in the rest of the way, and with Slade’s mouth on my pussy and the fullness in my ass, the weight of the chain and the ache in my nipples, Taylor’s filthy words, and Quentin sitting over there, touching himself while he watched—I shattered with the pleasure.
I cried out and rode Slade’s tongue until the sensation got to be too much, then I fell to my side, careful not to land on Slade. The plush gray rug was soft. The jewel in my ass was hard. I looked up at my three mates. Their cocks jutted out and they were ready before me. There was adoration in their eyes, like watching me come was the most beautiful thing they’d ever witnessed. When had Taylor taken off his pants? I’d been so completely absorbed in sensation, I’d missed it. Though he did still have on his hat. I clambered to my knees, breathing hard, feeling dazed and languid after that orgasm.
As I kneeled between Slade and Taylor, I peeked again at Quentin. His eyes were half-closed, blazing with lust. He wasn’t ready for the show to end. Grinning to myself, I stretched forward and took Slade’s cock in my mouth.
Slade groaned. I looked up at him, saw his brown eyes locked on my face. He tenderly stroked the side of my cheek.
“Ari, you’re too good to me,” he said in a raspy, aroused voice.
Too good to him? I thought. He—and Taylor and Quentin—had just made me come so hard, I’d seen stars.
And as Slade wrapped my hair around his fist to guide my movements, I realized that they were likely going to make me come just as hard at least one more time tonight.
Quentin still hadn’t spoken, but I knew he was appreciating the show.
