by L. A. Boruff
She waved down one of the bartenders and then gave the gorgeous male specimen at her side a wink. He was so tall. Definitely a few inches over six feet if her guess was right. Then she leaned forward on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “I’m an assassin. We wear charms to hide our scent like your witch friend does.”
Then she turned to the bartender and ordered something fun to celebrate the holiday.
Were his cheeks slightly flushed?
“Where did you find this gorgeous thing, Ben?” one of the other raccoons asked, appearing out of nowhere as he eyed her from head to toe.
This one was gorgeous as well but in the standard way. His close-cut blond hair and green eyes were breath-taking, but he was still a bit shorter than the dark one he’d called Ben.
“And you are?” she asked.
Emily hid her smile when she noticed her flock glaring in her direction. It wasn’t against the rules to date outside the flock, but it was frowned upon. And she used every job as an opportunity to see what else was out there.
This ball would be no different.
“Chance,” the blond one said, still eyeing her like he was trying to figure her out, but a smile played seductively on his lips.
“She’s a raven,” Ben stated. There was no emotion or judgement connected to those words, but Emily’s keen ears picked up a hint of curiosity.
It was understandable. Her people were extremely private.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” she said with a small smile. They were very handsome and she wanted them both very much – just for the night. Two at once was always exactly what she needed.
“Would you like to dance?”
She turned to face the third raccoon and was immediately mesmerized. She’d pegged him as the most dominant, perhaps even the alpha of their small group, but he was a thousand times more magnetic up close. Emily couldn’t have said no even if she’d wanted to.
How did he manage to look like a bad boy even in a tux and with glasses?
Without a word she placed her hand in his and let him lead her onto the dance floor – drink forgotten.
If she had her way she’d take all three of them. Emily had never been with three men at once before and these three…they were perfect even if they were raccoons. Emily was small and she liked that they were small too – well small compared to the larger shifters like Samuel. The white tiger had to be six foot four, maybe even taller.
This was the one with the Rolex. Emily smiled and trailed her fingers over it and up his arm to settle on his shoulder as he smiled down at her. His hand pressed against her lower back, forcing her closer, and she clenched her teeth to keep from gasping.
Ravens usually didn’t like contact. Another reason her parents deemed her troublesome. Emily was starved for touch.
“I’m Jace,” he murmured into her ear. “And you are?”
Jesus, he was almost as tall as the other one with hair that reminded her of a raven. “Emily.” Thank goodness for her Louboutin heels to even the difference just a bit.
“Why were you spying on us?” he asked.
“Why do you and the other one wear glasses?” Emily smiled sweetly at him.
Jace chuckled and led her expertly across the dance floor, a slow sensual waltz that electrified her. “Raccoons have terrible long distance vision.” He shrugged. “Not every shifter has the same super powers.”
“What are yours?” she asked.
The chemistry between them was unreal. And every time they rotated she caught the other two watching them from the bar.
“Oh, plenty of interesting things.” His light brown eyes twinkled as he looked down at her.
Emily felt her heart rate pick up and she wondered what they thought of ravens. Despite being lumped into the same category as the other smaller shifters, they didn’t all interact very often. But these boys…they were lovely.
“You forgot your drink.”
Jace stopped and smiled slightly at the guy holding her old fashioned plus three others against his chest. He was short compared to the other three raccoons, but still six inches taller than her without her heels, and a bit goofy if her instincts were right.
The short, adorable one gave her a grin. “Hi, I’m Aiden. Would you like to sit and drink with us?” He jerked his chin toward Chance and Ben.
Emily grinned. This one had green eyes too, but his hair was brown, almost the same color as hers. She took the old fashioned from him and downed it in one go. “I could think of far more interesting things to do.”
She winked at Jace and that slight smile of his widened as he slipped his hands into his pockets. “Whatever you like, assassin.”
“Thief,” she teased, sliding her hand into his pocket as well. “I saw you take that woman’s bracelet.”
Some witch who had a perpetual sneer on her face.
“Kenzie’s cousin. She deserved it,” Jace told her. “What did you have in mind that could possibly be more interesting than drinking with four raccoons?”
She slid her gaze to Aiden. Would they be game? “Do you trust me?”
“Not a bit,” Jace said with that sexy little smile. But despite his words…he pulled her closer so she was pressed against his side. “But I’m interested.”
Aiden downed one of the drinks and handed another to Jace.
“I’d like to light a candle and then perhaps…get out of here?” She raised a brow at Chance and Ben still watching her from the bar.
Jace’s hand tightened on her waist. “Let’s go light a candle then and pay respects to our ancestors.”
Emily smiled at Ben as the four raccoon shifters entered her hotel room. One of the small luxuries she was allowed as a full-fledged, independent assassin. He looked more unsure than the rest of them, but Chance slung an arm around his shoulders and pulled him in close, whispering something reassuring no doubt.
She didn’t bother to listen in.
Jace walked around the room. It was a suite and very nice. Her personal room was off the main one. She really didn’t care if anyone in the flock was scandalized by her habits. She was nearly thirty. Emily could live her own damn life.
“This is fancy,” Aiden admitted, going behind the bar and looking at the bottles.
“Help yourselves to anything you want,” Emily told them, trying to keep her smile from growing. It had been so long since the last time she’d had anyone worthy of her attention.
“So what’s the play?” Jace asked. “Are you going to wait until after to kill us?”
She shrugged, burying how much that question hurt as deeply as she could before anyone noticed. “No actually, I just want your shiny watch.”
Jace’s eyes widened at that, but then he chuckled as he set his glasses down on one of the tables.
“Anyone want a drink?” Aiden asked. “I can make anything.”
So the short one was the peacekeeper. Emily watched how Chance and Ben stayed near each other. If any of them would be into something a little different…it would be those two.
“Can’t a girl just want a good time with four guys? I’ve only ever slept with two at a time, but this…this would be a vast improvement.”
All those hands…
Aiden cleared his throat and poured five shots. “Whiskey it is.”
Chance and Ben took their shots and then Aiden brought her and Jace theirs. Emily accepted the small glass with a quiet thanks and then eyed each of them individually. “I would love to spend tonight with all of you, but if anyone isn’t interested, now’s the time to leave.”
Perhaps it was her quiet frankness – the no-nonsense tone in her words, but Emily didn’t want regret to tarnish their time together. She threw back the shot and set it on the nearest table, and then turned her back on them.
Emily knew as she started to pull the pins from her hair that it was a very real possibility none of them would accept her offer, but her instincts were almost always right. These four were looking for something, and they thought she
might satisfy that craving for just one night.
Her hair tumbled down her back and she took a moment to pause and set the pins on the hallway table, glancing back only once as she unzipped her gown. When it slipped to the floor, revealing her lacy underwear, sky high heels, and corset…Ben blushed even though the expression on his face didn’t change.
Oh goodness, she wanted to ruin that one.
The heels clicked on the tile as she walked to her room, hips swaying. Emily then sat on the edge of her luxurious bed and she wondered if the king-sized mattress would be enough room. If not they would just have to cuddle.
She ran one hand along the silk comforter and waited to see who would be the first to approach. If any.
When Aiden walked through the door she didn’t bother to hide her surprise. But if Emily were honest with herself it was always the quiet ones who were freaks. She loved his slightly curly brown hair, his glasses that he pushed up on his nose and that quirky little smile.
Aiden removed his tux jacket and undid the bowtie. But he didn’t remove his shirt; he rolled up the sleeves to his elbow, maintaining eye contact with her. “You know we’re raccoon shifters, right? You’re not going to regret this? Your flock isn’t going to cast you aside for sleeping with lesser shifters?”
Lesser shifters. Emily hated the term.
She shrugged a shoulder and crooked her finger. What would this one taste like? “No one is lesser, just different. But if you want to throw around words like that – consider…are you sure you want to be with an assassin?”
He smiled and planted his hands on either side of her. “As long as you don’t try to kill me while I’m making you scream my name, I think we’re good.” And before she could respond he took her mouth, nipping her bottom lip.
Emily melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She tried to press her whole body against his but it was an awkward angle. Pulling him down on top of her, she felt the muscles in his arms bulge to keep the majority of his weight off her.
Oh goodness, this was exactly what she’d needed. Emily cradled him between her thighs and ran her fingers through his soft hair. Her touch was gentle as she pulled up his shirt so she could press her hand to the small of his back.
The skin on skin contact eased some of the pain she always felt, but buried. Touch was uncommon in flocks. Assassins didn’t get close to each other – not really. Even wedded couples kept their emotional and physical distance unless reproducing.
It made her want to scream and scream.
Aiden must have sensed it to some degree and his warm hands caressed her arms, up her shoulder, and then along the length of her neck as she kissed him for what felt like forever.
A clink made her pull away and she saw Jace put his Rolex on the nightstand as he watched the two of them with that intensity he had. He too removed his jacket and tie. Emily reached out for him, hoping he would take her offer.
Jace grabbed her hand and yanked.
The silk of the sheets gave little resistance and she slid up to the head of the bed. Emily gasped when Jace leaned over her. The way he looked at her…like she was some exquisite piece of art and he was trying to figure out how it made him feel. Then he removed his glasses and put them on the nightstand next to the Rolex.
When he kissed her, Emily could instantly feel the difference between him and Aiden. Aiden was soft and gentle and he bent to her needs whereas Jace took what he wanted – what he needed.
And he wanted her.
Emily reached out and felt the proof of it, admiring the length and the girth. Aiden had been just as endowed and Emily squirmed as she wondered what they would feel like inside of her.
She undid each button of Jace’s shirt as Aiden removed her heels. When Jace’s chest was bare before her, she pulled away from his intoxicating kiss and the tongue ravaging her mouth to inspect him.
The skin was flawless. She ran a single nail from the hollow of his throat, down between his pecs, and over the rigid muscles of his abs. Whatever the paranormal world liked to say about ‘lesser shifters’ they sure were built just as beautifully as the larger predators.
“Like what you see?” Jace asked in that deep, husky voice of his.
She looked up and nodded before yanking the shirt off him. These two were exactly what she needed.
“It seems the party was started without us,” Chance said from the doorway. “A guy goes to pee and suddenly everyone’s fucking.”
“Not yet,” she told him, watching the way he stayed close to Ben who seemed the most cautious of the four. Ben didn’t trust her, but he wanted her too.
Emily could work with that. “Ben? Would you mind helping me? I think I’m wearing too many clothes.”
There was that adorable pink blush on his cheeks again. And he was so awkwardly tall, but the way he strode across the room…lord help her. He may act shy, but he was full of raging passion.
Aiden moved aside so Ben could have room and she beckoned Aiden to come lay beside her as Jace started to kiss her neck. She held Chance’s gaze. Would he join them, or just watch?
Jace slid his hand down her neck and then dipped it below the line of her corset to caress her breast. She arched into his chest and moaned as Ben’s large hands slid her thigh high stockings down.
Finally Aiden removed his shirt and she rolled toward him, holding that adorable, sexy face while she stared into his eyes. How could one man be so hot and so cute at the same time? Emily bit his bottom lip, wanting to just tear him apart.
When Jace pressed against her back Emily wrapped one arm behind her, wishing everyone wore fewer clothes.
Then Ben slid down her panties and she was bare before them all.
The cool autumn air on her soaked pussy made the ache a thousand times worse. Emily wanted—no, she needed them to touch her. She needed every inch of her skin to be caressed, kissed, sucked, and bit.
Ben yanked her down and spread her thighs apart. Yes, god – she’d known once he’d opened up that he would want to dominate her, but in ways that Jace wouldn’t.
That large hand on her neck tilted her chin up and Jace kissed her, slow and soft, contrasting the grip on her jaw.
Emily started to lose herself in the sensation of each touch, each set of hands that lit her skin on fire.
When Ben’s mouth covered her clit she threw her head back and groaned. One hand gripped Jace’s neck and the other Aiden’s. The two next to her simply watched as Ben ate her out with a ferocity that had her right on the edge almost instantly and he knew it because he slowed down.
Then Jace ripped her corset off.
The fabric tearing was a visceral sound and Emily bucked into Ben’s mouth, gripping him with her thighs. She felt the tell-tale shuddering of her first orgasm. Something about the sensory deprivation throughout her entire life had always made Emily sensitive as hell.
She yanked Aiden down and kissed him hard as she felt the orgasm rip through her like Jace had done to the corset. It was hard and violent and so, so good. Emily couldn’t help the noises she made or the desperate struggle to get Aiden out of his pants. Jesus, she hoped they were all as large as Jace and Aiden.
Four cocks. Unless they took turns someone would have to help her out. Emily looked back over at Chance and he was grinning as he gripped himself hard. At some point he’d taken off his clothes and fuck, he was a glorious male specimen.
If she could sculpt, she would use him as her model and centuries from now other women would weep over his beauty, but tonight—tonight he was hers.
Ben eased her through the orgasm, pulling back to use his fingers so he could watch her. The look on his face was indiscernible.
“What do you want, Ben?” she asked, voice hoarse after holding in her screams.
“I want you to suck me off,” he said, never blinking.
No doubt he tasted sweet like candy.
“And you Chance?”
Jace chuckled as he bent down to suck her nipple. “You might not like wha
t Chance wants,” he told her.
She arched an eyebrow at the one who could be a GQ model still standing in the doorway.
“I want you dirty and used,” Chance said with that cocky smile. “I want cum all over you before I take you myself.”
Something about those words…
Emily got up on her knees, feeling that ache that begged to be filled over and over. First she kissed Aiden and then Jace, trusting Ben to do what was needed.
“You don’t want to ask me what I want?” Jace asked, arching a brow at her when she broke the kiss.
Emily gripped his chin and kissed him again, hard enough she tasted blood. “I don’t have to ask you. I already know what you want.”
The alpha chuckled and bit down on her neck, just hard enough to sting, before releasing her.
Aiden helped her remove his clothes and his cock shot up straight when it was finally free, the tip touching his belly button. Emily adored the sweet gentleness Aiden had and she wanted to feel loved, even just for a moment. And Aiden, Aiden would make love to her.
She pushed him down onto his back and slowly straddled him, maintaining eye contact. Yes, this one would make love to her even if they were pretending just for the night. Emily kissed each of his eyelids and then sank down on him slowly, gently letting him stretch her.
His groan and the subsequent grip on her hips kept her flush against him. Emily pulsed around him, still so sensitive from Ben’s mouth and the skill he had with his tongue. For a brief moment it was just her and Aiden as she rocked against him.
He pulled her forward, kissing her like he might never see her again, and he probably wouldn’t. The others might not care about that fact, but this one…he would. He would think about her whenever he heard the cry of a raven and think…maybe she’d come back for him.
Emily rode him slowly, letting the others watch as her breathing became rapid once more and her skin flushed. Just knowing they were watching made her hotter, wetter than she’d ever been before.
Sitting back so Aiden could see all of her, she rode him like a gentle river. When she looked over at Jace his lips were parted and he snatched the opportunity. One nipple went in his mouth and he pinched the other.
