by L. A. Boruff
Another mouth covered the sting and without looking Emily knew it was Ben. She held onto the both of them, using them to keep her balance as she rolled her hips, gyrating, grinding her clit against Aiden as she felt that cock inside her harden even further, and she knew he was close.
Emily bent forward, holding herself up, and Jace took the invitation. His hands were on her ass so fast she gasped, clenching around Aiden hard enough he cursed as he tried to hold it together a little longer.
Because once they were both inside her…
Jace bit one ass cheek and then the other, spreading her so he could get a good view. Then the tip of his cock was against her ass and Emily bent over a little further. Ben caressed her back, easing some of the tension in her muscles so she could relax.
But she just wanted it so fucking bad she was desperate. “Please,” she said, voice cracking as she pressed back into Jace. “Please.”
All three of them stilled at that broken request, but Emily wasn’t having it. She pushed back again and then ground against Aiden, needing more, needing all of them. Grabbing Ben she gripped his cock at the base and enjoyed the sound of his garbled curse when he thrust into her hand.
Jace’s fingers used her own slickness to lubricate her ass and the tip of his cock. Inch by careful inch he pressed into her and she groaned. The sensation of him filling her from behind, pressing against that delicate skin that was all that separated him from Aiden…
She clenched involuntarily at the thought. The two of them made her so wet and Aiden murmured her name, begging her – but neither of them were sure what for. For her to slow things down? To scream his name?
As Jace filled her she ran her hand up and down Ben’s shaft, turning her gaze to him. Those glorious brown eyes. She hadn’t kissed this one yet. Releasing him she gripped the back of his neck and pulled him down.
Oh goodness his lips were soft. It wasn’t what she’d expected from the one who was so reserved. She didn’t expect his hand to come up and cup her face gently as they kissed like people who loved each other.
It made her rock against Aiden, needing that movement as Jace finally filled her to the hilt. Both of them pressing against each other inside of her…it was like they were making love to each other and her.
Emily pulled back and watched Ben as she went down on all fours. She was so close and if the precum on Ben’s tip was any indication, so was he. She licked it off and enjoyed the way his cock flicked upwards at the contact.
Then she wrapped her lips around him and took him deep, opening her throat. When Ben’s hand caressed the top of her hair, Jace took that as a sign. He held her hips and pulled out before thrusting right back in.
She groaned around Ben’s cock and then Aiden’s grip on her thighs tightened and he thrust up into her in time with Jace’s movements.
Ben fucked her mouth just like she knew he would. A little push and he was ready to take her hard. She licked and sucked and gripped his base with one hand while Aiden and Jace slid in and out together…two people moving as one.
When Jace placed his hand on the back of her neck she lost it. Emily jerked Ben off so she could kiss Aiden, murmuring his name into his mouth as the orgasm rippled and shuddered through her until the only thing keeping her from collapsing was all the hands.
Aiden’s shout came first and he pressed up into her hard. Her hand never stopped moving as Ben’s cum squirted over Aiden’s chest. Emily felt it against her own chest when she lost the strength in her arms.
Ass propped in the air, Jace fucked her hard and all she could do was hold onto Aiden with his arms wrapped around her until Jace cursed, slamming into her one last time.
Emily kissed Aiden again, wishing he could be hers longer than just one night. Then she leaned over and kissed Ben who lay on his back next to Aiden. Surprisingly he gave it to her even though she’d assumed post-coital he’d want nothing to do with her.
But Ben put his arm up and propped his head on it like he was settling in.
“It’s my turn boys,” Chance said.
Jace slid out of her and Emily’s limbs were too shaky to support her weight, but that didn’t bother Chance. He gripped her ankle and pulled her, Aiden’s softening cock sliding out of her gently. Chance rolled her onto her back and kept pulling until her ass hit the edge of the bed.
The way those green eyes took her in. He spread Ben’s cum across her tits and then licked his fingers.
She groaned, lifting her hips, already greedy for more.
Looking back, she saw Aiden, Jace, and Ben watching her. Those glorious, naked bodies…Emily didn’t want this to be just for one night, but…there was no way to make something like this work.
Assassin.
Odin’s Thought and Memory.
A conspiracy.
Raven.
Tomorrow when Samhain was over and the new year begun…they would be glad to be rid of her.
But right now, in this hazy time when the veil between planes and realities was thinner than ever…Emily pretended they were hers. In some other reality – they were hers forever.
Chance slid inside her and she wrapped her legs around him, trailing her fingers from her thigh and then over her slick folds. Emily spread her own wetness and the cum from Jace and Aiden over the sweat on her belly to mix with Ben’s.
Rubbing it into her breasts she watched the power she had over Chance take hold until he was thrusting, taking her faster than he’d intended no doubt. Emily arched her back and enjoyed how the feel of him sent tingles everywhere, adding new waves to her previous orgasm that hadn’t quite died off yet.
Chance wanted to see all of her, so she made sure he had something to look at, spreading her thighs as far apart as they could go until he growled his release. This one was primal. Emily stroked his hair when he collapsed on top of her, enjoying his weight.
He chuckled when he looked up and instead of kissing her he licked the salt from her lips. Without another word he lifted her up and she held on. Chance deposited them both in the middle of the bed and he wrapped his body around hers.
Aiden took the other side. Ben and Jace found their own ways to touch her. Ben held her hand as he stretched out and Jace’s hand went on her thigh.
Surrounded by them and their touch, Emily felt herself drifting off – completely sated and happy in that moment. She knew they’d be gone when she woke up, but for a few more hours they could pretend.
This story is a prequel to the novel that will be releasing featuring Emily and the raccoons. If you want more reverse harem shifters come take a look on Bookbub and give me a follow so you can be notified when Emily’s story releases.
Kristen Banet: A Sawyer Halloween
Sawyer leaned back in the recliner, chuckling at the girl screaming on the big screen. B Horror movies were like candy and she planned on gorging on them until she hurt.
A night to herself to do whatever she wanted. None of the men were bothering her, for the first time in what seemed like ages. Vincent, Elijah, Jasper, and Zander all went out for drinks, to be rowdy at the local bar. How they convinced the owner to let them back in after the last time the team went there was beyond her, but they had done it. They had convinced the owner that the bar fight they had been in really wasn’t that big of a deal. It astounded her. She also didn’t worry about Quinn, who was out in the woods doing his own thing.
“Please! Don’t kill me!” she said at the same time as the girl on screen, making her voice a higher octave to make fun of it. She sipped on her drink, grinning. Yes. This was exactly how she wanted to spend her Halloween. A ritual just for her.
The girl died pretty quickly, in a gory mess that made her laugh. The blood was so fake. The killer was overdone and ridiculous. The canon for the entire series was ridiculous. It made watching it fun for her. If it had any sort of realism, she wouldn’t find it entertaining.
No, Halloween was Sawyer’s night to watch cheesy and bad B Horror films while laughing her ass off with a drink a
nd popcorn.
A snort drew her attention and she held back a groan.
“Yes, Sombra?” she asked politely, looking to her right at the black jaguar curled up in one of the recliners, where she wasn’t supposed to be. Sawyer was allowing it since none of the guys were there to tell the jaguar she couldn’t. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”
The jaguar was feeling cooped up. She wanted to go outside.
“I told you that you might not like being down in the basement with me all night. I warned you.” She sighed, putting her popcorn and drink down on the small table to her left. “I’ll let you out, but I’m coming back down here.”
Sombra didn’t want that. She wanted to go outside and play with Sawyer. She wanted to play in the night and scare the wolves.
“You can scare the wolves without me. And you know Quinn knows the moment any of us enter those woods. Have you succeeded in sneaking up on him?” She crossed her arms, staring at the black jaguar.
No, the jaguar had not yet succeeded in sneaking up on the Magi that everyone called Quinn. She considered him one of the wolves.
“Of course you do,” she mumbled, standing up. “Let’s go. I’ll entertain you for a moment, but then I’m leaving you to come back to this.”
Sawyer didn’t know what she did to deserve getting a new animal bond, but she figured it was bad since she got a pushy, feisty jaguar. Not really. She already loved Sombra, more than most things, but they still hadn’t yet found their groove. There was a lot of butting heads and strong personalities involved.
She watched Sombra jump off the recliner carefully. She sent a feeling of thanks through the bond when she noted that there were no claws tearing up the leather. It was something Sombra was working on. She wasn’t allowed in anyone’s bed if her claws were out.
Sawyer opened the door for them both and watched the jaguar haul ass up the stairs. By the time Sawyer got up the stairs, Sombra had figured out the backdoor handle and ran out.
“Shit. She’s learned how to open the doors.” That didn’t bode well for anyone, especially not her. Or Elijah. She liked curling up with the cowboy for some reason. She was going to have to warn him that closing the door was no longer going to save him from the over two hundred pound cat. Locking it would be necessary, but she wasn’t sure he had locks on his door. Maybe he could enchant the door. Maybe that would save him.
Sawyer followed the cat outside and watched her jump around, a flood of happiness hitting the bond. She had been feeling too cooped up in the basement entertainment room.
“I warned her she would,” she mumbled, watching the jaguar. Suddenly, those gold eyes locked with hers.
A simple request hit the bond.
Come play, it begged Sawyer. Come out in the woods and play in the night.
“It’s chilly, Sombra! I just wanted to hangout and watch some movies tonight! This is my Halloween tradition!” She called it out loudly, not wanting to force the message back through the bond. “Please?”
The want from the jaguar didn’t end. She wanted to go play with the wolves and Sawyer just had to come too, since they could sneak together.
The playfulness of it was beginning to bleed in her. Moments passed as Sawyer felt the mood of the jaguar work its way in her own mind. She couldn’t resist a smile after a minute, then a grin.
“Fine!” she groaned, the grin refusing to abate. Damn cat knew how to get her every time.
She blinked off the porch to appear next to the jaguar. While Sombra knew her magic at this point, it still spooked the big cat. Sawyer laughed, doubling over after it sent the cat three feet into the area and another ten feet away from her.
“Got you!” she teased. “Let’s go stalk some wolves.”
Sombra tore off, disappearing in the dark like the shadow she was. Sawyer continued to smile, knowing exactly where her cat was at all times. She sublimated and joined the jaguar in the dark woods. She went up into a tree and reformed, her eyes tracking the invisible movement of her cat, who searched for the wolves’ scents.
At that moment, howls entered the air.
“They know we’re here. Now, can we sneak up on any of them? That is the question.” Sawyer mumbled the words to herself, fully invested in the game now. The wolves were pack animals, but she and Sombra excelled at hunting solo. And they owned the night first and foremost.
The moment Sombra had the scent, she took off. Sawyer followed, blinking and sublimating between the trees, following her jaguar as she hunted the wolves.
They found one of the actual wolves first. Sawyer grinned as her jaguar caught him unaware and tackled the small wolf, Scout, to the ground. The wolf immediately showed belly and didn’t raise the alarm.
“Good girl,” she whispered, pushing her approval through the bond. One down. Scout was the easiest though. Shade would give Sombra a run for her money.
And Sawyer was going to have to catch Quinn on her own. She let Sombra run off into the night, to look for the larger wolf, while she considered where Quinn might be.
She wouldn’t be able to feel him, since the entire property felt like him. Like the Druids they had met in the Amazon and the ones he’d known long ago, Quinn claimed his territory by letting his magic fully soak into the land and everything in it. He knew everything that happened on their land.
“I’m at the disadvantage,” she murmured, considering that. She could handle that. He obviously knew the game was on, or the wolves wouldn’t have howled the arrival of her and Sombra into their domain. This also wasn’t the first time they had played the game. It was good for Sombra, since she had lost her more wild home to come here with Sawyer.
Sawyer blinked to another tree, trying to focus. Even if the land felt like Quinn, he would still be more prominent than anything else. He was so powerful, if he used his magic, she would probably feel it.
She moved deeper into the woods, ignoring Sombra’s bond. The jaguar was completely focused on her own hunt of the large dark wolf. Sawyer needed to stay focused on Quinn.
It was nearly midnight. There was barely a moon, the world so dark. The air had a chill and she prowled the trees looking for him, hoping to catch any signs of him. She couldn’t go to the ground, since he had all the power there. She’d be under the dirt and held there, giving him the victory.
It reminded her of the Amazon, but not in a bad way. This was playing in the dirt in a way she liked. She knew the end of this game was safe and it only helped to sharpen her skills in case anything like that happened again to her and the team. This was important training, not just a playful game.
Another thing she learned from Quinn when they brought Sombra home. Games were never going to be just games again. This was practice. This was learning to work together.
She sent a request through the bond that Sombra look for Quinn’s scent as well, since she didn’t have those sense like her jaguar did. Sombra already had stumbled on it and gave her a mental image of the spot. It was close to the swimming hole.
Sawyer moved, heading for the swimming hole directly. She had a hunch.
When she was close, the earth rumbled.
When she was in a tree, with a view of the swimming hole, his eyes were on her.
Sighing heavily, she knew she was caught. There would be no sneaking up on him. Again.
“Sombra caught Shade,” he called softly. Well, her cat at least won her own game. “What are you doing out here? I thought you had plans tonight.”
“I did but she really wanted to come out and play.” Sawyer dropped down and walked closer. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing really,” he answered as she neared him. When she was in arms reach, he held out a hand. She took it without question.
Somewhere in the Amazon, she’d realized she was in love with him. She was in love with him just as much as she was with Zander, Jasper, or Vincent. She had a greedy, possessive heart that knew no bounds and if the guys were okay with it, she wasn’t going to question it. She’d been without this
sort of love for too long to reject it.
“I’m not staying out all night,” she explained. “I’ll probably head back in to my vanilla martini and horror movies soon enough.”
“I don’t understand this holiday,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s just another normal night.”
“It’s fun.” She shrugged, thinking that explained all of it. “It’s not supposed to be anything else. Not here in the US anyways. There’s history to it. A pagan holiday or something, but I always just enjoyed the fun aspect of it. People dressing up to get candy, pretending to be other people and monsters coming out to play.”
“People dressing up in ridiculous costumes for candy.” He looked incredulous and disbelieving. “Have you ever dressed up in a costume for candy?”
“I actually have,” she said, grinning. “As a child, obviously, with Jasper and Zander. As an adult, for kids mostly. I took Henry out one year for it. And a couple of kids from the gym every year I was in New York. I’d get them inside pretty early then drink and watch my bad horror movies. Charlie would join me sometimes.”
He just shook his head, almost like he was disappointed in her.
“What?” She couldn’t resist laughing. “It’s not that crazy. It’s fun!”
“You think lots of things are fun. Like living in big cities. Forgive me, I don’t think you know what fun means.”
“You think playing in the dirt is fun,” she reminded him, waving a finger at him. “Don’t mock me. The dirt is not fun.”
“You can’t tell me you don’t have fun trying to sneak up on me,” he retorted, a small smile taking over his face. “What do adults get out of this holiday. Explain that. Children, I can understand.”
“Adults…Well, I used to have fun watching the kids get excited. Helping them with their costumes. I would even wear one that matched. Like the year I took Henry out? I was a prisoner in an orange jumpsuit and he really wanted to be a policeman. You can imagine his father didn’t find it funny, but…” She sighed happily, letting the memory of Henry talking about wanting to save people wash over her. “It was fun.”
