Was this going to become a competition? Easton welcomed it. He went to the kitchen, leaving the marshal to consider his next move. He took down four bowls and filled them all equally, then served. The marshal walked over after him and grabbed silverware.
They ate in silence. Easton decided to play a little game, stretching his leg out so he could rub hers under the table. It was to see how she’d react. If she didn’t like the ‘accidental’ touch, he could just apologize.
She looked up at him and smiled, this time a little shy.
Perfect.
11
Adalyn
“I’m heading to bed,” Maxwell announced after they finished talking and eating. “At dawn, I’ll go down and speak to Valen and the others in town to make sure everyone knows what’s going to happen. Please wake me up if anything happens. I should go down now, but it’s late.”
“Goodnight. Thank you for the help,” Adalyn said to him, trying to be polite. Really, he’d been well-behaved for the most part. It helped that he didn’t fight with her over the wards he’d put on her property without her permission, something that irked her beyond belief, and he was a team player with the bounty hunters. Progress in re-housebreaking Maxwell Donahue.
“Of course.” He bowed out, leaving her alone with the bounty hunters. Tension settled on the three of them.
“Thank you both for being nice to him,” she said carefully, standing up. “I’m going to clean up. I’m sure-”
“We should get some sleep back at the boarding house,” Easton said, cutting her off. He noticed and looked down, smiling. “My apologies. Continue what you were saying.”
“I’m sure you’ll want to be closer in case the demons show up when we aren’t expecting them, and the boarding house is expensive. I have another bedroom, if you two don’t mind sharing. If you’re interested.” Something towards the end of that had been nervous. She was nervous.
The grin that Remy gave her was something else. Those long canines showed, nearly glinting in the light of her dining area.
“We’d like, a lot,” the Nephilim crooned softly. “Let me help, as a thank you for your hospitality.” He jumped up. “Remy, keep your nose on the demons.”
“Can do,” the hellhound shifter agreed. His nose would be on the demons, but she felt like his eyes were only on her, glowing a hellfire orange and with the same heat she knew came with those flames.
She took as many of the dishes as she could get before Easton got involved. He took his and Remy’s, along with the plate of bread she’d put out for everyone. She pointed to where she wanted the dishes.
“You can cover the stew while I rinse these.” She had running water in her home. It had taken years to replicate what the East had, but she’d made it happen. It was a simple system and only for the kitchen. Water came in from the well and went down another pipe to drain into a stream near her property. She still had to get well water to take a bath, something that took time.
She rinsed the bowls and silverware as Easton covered the stew and put it in her spelled coldbox. She wasn’t paying attention when he ended up behind her, reaching around her and beginning to rinse another bowl for her.
He was flush against her, his breath able to touch her ear, warm and giving her that spine-tingling sensation. She was completely engulfed by the Nephilim.
“Thank you, truly, for the room,” he purred in her ear, leaning down. It made his lips graze her flesh and she nodded. If Remy was a beast, virile and lacking manners, Easton was a seducer, she was realizing. Soft words, gentle touches, and the enigmatic, unassuming smile.
And she was being seduced.
“It’s no-”
He kissed her neck, putting the bowl down before grabbing her hips. She gasped softly, then put a hand over her mouth.
Oh. He wants…I…Well, thank goodness Maxwell is off to bed.
“Sorry, miss,” he murmured, pulling away. “I’ve wanted to do that all day. I really shouldn’t take liberties like that.”
“Take all the liberties you want,” she replied, turning slowly.
She really shouldn’t have said it, or encouraged them, not until the demons were taken care of. But she wanted to experience new things, wanted to explore the world as a woman who had no commitments. She wanted to reclaim her body, her life.
He didn’t say anything else, reaching around her and grabbing her ass, pulling her into him. She could feel his erection on her stomach through his jeans, the bulge a bit too large to ignore. He swooped down and claimed her mouth for a devouring kiss that left her dazed. A hand wrapped in her hair and pulled her back from the Nephilim’s lips. It forced her to turn and she saw glowing orange eyes.
Remy kissed her next, and it felt like fire was starting to consume her.
A year celibate. A year without a warm body. I’m going to end it with two of them.
“I have a big bed,” she whispered against the soft lips of the hellhound shifter.
“Let’s go,” he growled.
“We should really-”
“Wait until after the demons?” Easton asked, still cupping her ass and keeping her flush against him. “Darling, ain’t no time like the present. Could be dead after the demons.”
He had a point, so she repeated what she said.
“I have a big bed.” Then she added to it. “And I know a sound spell. We won’t wake anyone up.” It had been a necessary trick during her marriage. Guests didn’t appreciate getting no sleep, no matter how good of a time the hosts were having. She knew Maxwell would hate it.
“I’m going to only ask this once,” Easton crooned. “We’re not taking advantage of a lonely widow, are we?”
She only had one answer for that.
“You are, but it’s okay. I’m taking advantage of you, too.”
That got a soft laugh out of Easton and a growl from Remy, whose mouth crashed against hers again. He yanked her away from the Nephilim, his hands roaming up her abdomen and cupping her breasts through her blouse and corset. She moaned, desperate for more than touches and kissing.
“My room.” She tried to speak while Remy wasn’t all over her. Easton was playing with the ties of her corset, underneath her blouse, as if preparing her. “We need to get to my room.”
“Lead the way,” the Nephilim murmured in her ear.
She pulled out from between them and did exactly as he said, leading them to her bedroom on the second floor. She tried her best not to make too much noise, but she had a feeling that might have already been ruined.
She also knew Maxwell was a heavy sleeper, so all was not lost. She held her bedroom door open for them, and Remy grabbed her, dragging her in with him. She made sure to touch the door of her bedroom and whisper a soft incantation, the spell that would stop any noise from leaving the room.
The moment the door closed, she was spun around into the rumbling chest of the hellhound. Her back hit the door as he worked himself between her legs, shoving her skirt up to her waist. She heard her stockings rip as he kissed her. She felt claws roaming up her thighs, but they didn’t hurt.
“Don’t break her,” Easton ordered, his voice sterner than she’d ever heard.
Remy backed off only for a second. She couldn’t stop a moan as he ground against her and lifted her legs at the same time. She wrapped them around his waist. She was used to some rough loving. She had no problem with what the hellhound shifter was doing. He walked with her until she knew the bed was underneath her.
“I’m not letting you go tonight,” he murmured, kissing her one more time before dropping her on her bed. “Now I’m going to have dessert.”
Easton undressed slowly where she could see him, his eyes glowing that haunting blue. He was in control of himself to a painful degree. She could see how his every move was calculated while Remy’s…was not. He was a fascinating man, patient. He would let Remy have his way then take his own prize. That thrilled her.
She threw her head back, realizing Remy had gone under her skirt a
nd found his dessert. She was so distracted by the hot breath and tongue at her core that she didn’t get to watch Easton finish stripping. She felt his weight on the bed, though, and with deft fingers, he had her corset unlaced. He unbuttoned her blouse from behind, pulling it off her, then the corset.
Between her legs, Remy growled as she whimpered in delight at what he was doing. Every stroke of his tongue was rough and greedy, like she was his last meal.
Easton cupped and massaged her breasts, almost keeping her grounded while Remy devoured her. “You like that?” he asked softly.
She could only nod. A sound, she wasn’t sure what it was, escaped her when he pinched her nipple. It didn’t stop, as Remy took that moment to send his tongue over her clit.
Remy pulled back before she was finished. He pulled out from her skirts, grinning, swiping his tongue over his lips like he was still hungry.
“Wait-” She wanted him to keep going and intended to tell him just that.
Easton grabbed her chin and turned her head so he could kiss her over her shoulder. She turned more, rotating all the way around so she could wrap her arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. Then her skirts were tugged.
“These need to go,” Remy growled from behind her.
Easton was smiling as she pulled away. It took a moment, but the skirts were discarded. The stockings? Those were left on. While she had been pulling off her clothes, so had Remy. She could see the claws on Remy’s fingers now, where his fingernails should have been. Black and dangerous-looking, it was like he’d partially shifted on accident. It sent a small race of fear through her, a thrilling, excited, sort of fear.
“I told you, he’s more animal than man,” Easton reminded her. “You’re safe, we promise. He’s not going to hurt you. He gets worked up, and it…changes some things.”
She didn’t think he would, but she hadn’t been expecting just how much more of an animal he was.
Remy grabbed her hips again. “You can run, if you want,” he said softly, one of those hands roaming to grab her ass. Those claws grazed her skin. They didn’t break her skin, but they had a little bite to them, one that excited her more than scared her.
“No. Show me more.” She was going to take everything this sexy hellhound shifter had to give her. Her eyes fell to his hard cock. It was thicker than she’d ever had, much like the shifter himself, stocky and hard. She reached out to run a finger up his shaft, making it jump at the attention. Then she kissed his chest, smiling. It brought a delicious growl from him again.
He spun her to look at Easton again and pushed on her back lightly. She got back on the bed, crawling over the Nephilim as Remy followed her onto the bed. Easton pulled her into another kiss, forcing her to stay propped over him, as a cock began to push into her from behind.
She gave a throaty moan as Remy pushed deeper and deeper.
“Oh, little witch,” Easton murmured, kissing her neck. “Hold on.”
She did as Remy grabbed her hips and pulled out. He pulled her back as he thrust forward, hard enough to make her fall forward. Easton wrapped his arms around her as Remy continued moving. Every single thrust was hard and unforgiving, and she wondered if the hellhound shifter was going to break her. She heard their boots knocking under her bed.
He leaned over her and she had the distinct feeling it was a beast over her, growling with every move, rough hands holding on to her, claws biting into her flesh. He might still look mostly human, but he was a monster.
Then it began to swell. Her eyes went wide as she screamed out in shock and pleasure. Remy’s cock was getting bigger in her.
“Wh-What?” She tried to look back, but Easton’s hands in her hair kept her facing him.
“Ah, he must really like you. This doesn’t always happen,” Easton whispered heatedly in her ear, holding her head to his shoulder. She bit down on his flesh as the swelling grew and grew. Remy kept pulling it out then shoving it back in, each time bigger and more noticeable, stretching her.
Finally, it felt too big to be thrust back in her and she was nearly thankful. Remy snarled, pulling up to grab her for leverage, and pushed harder, forcing it back into her, and she knew it wasn’t leaving. She came, convulsing with it, her lower abdominal clamping down on the man’s cock. He jerked several times, trying to continue, until another snarl and then a howl left him. She felt him twitch and come deep into her. It was hot, hotter than anything else she’d ever experienced.
And it never ended.
“Remy’s going to have you here for a few minutes,” Easton explained softly, as the shifter stayed deep inside her, coming.
“What?” she moaned out. It felt like neither orgasm would end any time soon. Every time he twitched, her nerves exploded in another round of their own misfires. The heat from his cum was unnatural and also felt wonderful. An errant thought floated through her dazed and clouded mind. Thank the gods she had drank her moon brew at breakfast. These bounty hunters hadn’t even thought to ask about contraceptives.
“I told you to expect some strangeness. What do you think?” The Nephilim sounded so amused by the situation. “It normally doesn’t last longer than a few minutes, but his record is fifteen. He’s still human, I promise. He’s just unique.”
“Oh gods.”
Easton rubbed her back, helping her ride it out until Remy slowly shrank and was able to pull out of her. He fell on the bed next to her and the Nephilim, panting, with his tongue out and everything. She looked at his face. Still definitely human.
At least I haven’t broken any laws tonight.
“Well?” he asked, looking worried.
“I don’t think I can handle that more than once in a night…But let’s do that again sometime.” She had to be honest about it. While it had been weird and totally unexpected, she had loved it. She nearly wanted to put it at the top of her list for best orgasms she’d ever had.
Remy grinned, those canines showing. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, pulling her off Easton.
“Now it’s my turn,” the Nephilim crooned. She was okay with that. More than okay. His hand ran over the curve of her ass, then a finger pressed against her back door. “Ever done this?”
“Yes,” she answered, already feeling another jolt of anxiety and excitement. It would give her pussy a reprieve after the hellhound shifter, and…well, she just liked it back there. “There’s oil for it in my bedside table.” She pointed to the drawer it was in as Remy pulled her on top of him completely.
“I love the sounds you make,” he told her, kissing her neck. He played with her overly large breasts, which hung down enough to touch his chest. “Fuck, you’re so soft. I love it. Skin the color of milk and moonlight. I could devour you.” He even went so far as to nip her nipple, making her gasp.
She was distracted by his sweet nothings and didn’t remember what was about to happen for a moment. Then the cool oil touched her and she gasped.
“Are you ready?” Easton asked, the head of his cock pressing against her. She nodded and let Remy pull her down for a kiss. He held her mouth to his as the Nephilim pushed into her, slowly, painfully slow. The sweet burn of it, the slow, intoxicating feel of it. She loved playing back there when William had been willing. The Nephilim must have been halfway in when he pulled back out then thrust into her, harder and deeper. It made her scream into the mouth that refused to release her.
One of Remy’s hands untangled from her hair and slid between her legs. Gently, probably minding his claws, he rubbed her clit as Easton fucked her ass.
She was shaking after only a moment. She was weak in the knees and clawing at the hellhound’s shoulders as the Nephilim spared her no mercy. He went hard and fast, making her scream his name.
A hand wrapped into her hair and yanked back. Remy pushed her upwards, sitting up as well. Her back was like a bow as Easton forced her to nearly sit back on him, so he could just thrust upwards. Remy’s mouth attached to one of her nipples and he slid a now clawless finger in her while his thumb rubbe
d her clit.
This was everything she had thought it would be and more.
That was the last coherent thought she had as another orgasm crashed over her and Easton groaned, pumping only a few more times before coming deep in her ass.
He didn’t have any unique anatomy, pulling out of her when it was done. He released her gently, and she was surprised by the tenderness of the two bounty hunters as they tucked her in.
“May we…” Easton looked down at her, questioning.
“Stay,” she purred, pressing her face against Remy’s warm chest.
Behind her, Easton wrapped his arm around her waist, curling around her.
“Yes ma’am,” Remy said, a tired chuckle coming from him and making his chest vibrate under her.
12
Adalyn
Adalyn woke up with only the warm hellhound shifter next to her. She hummed in pleasure, trying to get closer than she already was. He moved a little, an arm pulling her even tighter to him.
She didn’t move for a long time, relishing in the soreness and relief of the night before. Goodness, they knew how to please a lady and get what they wanted at the same time. They had been unrepentant on top of it, just sending her into oblivion as they used her.
Damn, it had felt good.
She hadn’t been lying when she said she was using them too, though. She had gotten exactly what she wanted. Unattached sex. Fantastic sex.
After a while, lying in bed wasn’t working for her anymore. She moved away from Remy so she could push out of the blankets and sheets without waking him. A light snore told her she was succeeding. She wrapped a robe around her body, not wanting or caring to get dressed yet.
She looked out her window and realized the sun wasn’t even up yet. Her internal clock liked having her up early and keeping her up late. She didn’t need much sleep, but sometimes she would appreciate if she could get just a morning in.
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