by L. A. Boruff
"You've been hiding this from us..."
A groan stopped his words the moment I swallowed, my throat moving against his cock. His hands clasped my head, holding me steady as he moved back and forth into my mouth. I appreciated the help—I didn't think I could keep this up otherwise.
I closed my eyes as he continued to move within me, each moment making me more and more turned on. It didn't seem to matter what the three of them did to me, one touch would send me crazy.
Cas pulled away, and without thinking, I reached out to try and pull him back. Neither of my mates had come, and I wasn't okay with that.
He chuckled. "Don't worry, this isn't over."
"I wasn't worried." I lied.
"I can see the disappointment on your face," Cas teased. "Like you thought we were going to leave you without showing how grateful we are for your new skill." He winked.
A nervous giggle escaped me. I loved it when it was my turn, almost as much as I enjoyed giving them pleasure.
"Get to your feet," Cas ordered.
I obeyed instantly. Outside of the bedroom, or in this case the corridor, I wouldn't always do what he said. Far from it. But inside...
A shiver passed through me. Inside, he could do whatever he liked to me. I'd never considered myself submissive before, but his alpha brought it out in me.
"Take off your panties and give them to Kerry."
I did what he said, wriggling out of them and letting them fall the floor before picking them up and giving them to Kerry.
"I can feel how wet sucking us made you," Kerry growled as he fingered my lacey underwear.
"I can smell how wet it made her," Cas added, giving the air an exaggerated sniff.
I looked down at the floor, a little embarrassed that they were talking to me like this, even if I liked it. They knew I did too, or else they wouldn't be doing it.
"Turn your back to us and put your hands on the wall."
I did, pushing my ass out and arching my back.
"Kerry, lift her dress so I can see."
The shaman lifted the hem of my dress, his knuckles brushing against the bare skin of my ass as he did. I didn't know what it was about being in front of them both bare and clothed at the same time, but it was yet another thing that turned me on. It was probably a good thing that I wasn't wearing my panties any more, or they'd be uncomfortably soaked.
Cas's hands smoothed over my ass, dipping lower until his fingers brushed over my entrance. I moaned, louder than I'd anticipated, but I knew with the two of them around, there'd be less chance of us being seen by anyone we didn't want to see. Which meant everyone but Levon as far as I was concerned.
"You're ready for me already," he observed. "So wet. So needy."
"Yes," I responded through whimpers.
"I'm going to take you now. Hard and fast. Would you like that, Leola?"
"Yes," I moaned. It was all I'd wanted since Kerry had come up behind me. One of them in me. Pleasuring me.
"I'm glad to hear that. I'd be very disappointed if you didn't."
His cock nudged at my entrance and I pushed my ass back into him in response, wiggling against him and urging him to take me. I needed him. I yearned for him. There was nothing I wanted more than the feel of his cock inside me.
"Please," I begged after a few more moments of denial. How could he keep himself from me? I wouldn't have the patience to do the same to him.
He didn’t make me wait much longer, pushing slowly inside as my body lubricated his dick. The stretch was delicious, as usual. They knew their size, and gave my body a moment to accommodate them.
Cas must’ve been feeling greedy, because I only got a moment to acclimate. As soon as he was fully inside me, he pulled back and rammed into me again. I cried out as his head massaged my g-spot.
Kerry closed in on us, blocking any view from the adjoining hallway. Cas slowed and pushed me forward, pulling on my shoulders as he did. I stood with his cock firmly inside me and pressed my chest into the wall, protecting my face from the rough wallpaper with my hands. He changed his angle and began his thrusts again, but something was off.
“You’re too tall,” I whispered.
He grunted. “You’re too short,” he said, not bothering to hide his voice.
“Easily remedied,” Kerry said. Cas pulled out of me, and I had to stop myself from moaning in disappointment.
Kerry picked me up like I was no heavier than a bed pillow. “Help me,” he said. “Put your legs here.” He finagled me until his arms were under my legs, and my ass hung down.
I reached behind me and lifted my skirt up and tucked it between Kerry and me. Cas pressed against my back again, and I felt his dick looking for my entrance. Reaching between my body and Kerry’s I guided it to the right spot, then leaned forward toward Kerry.
Cas slammed into me, and the angle made him go deep. I cried out and buried my face in Kerry’s neck, grunting and moaning with every thrust. The feel of him entering me as far as my body could allow was almost overwhelming.
It didn’t take me long to come. Kerry’s hands inched down my ass and found my entrance and clit. The addition of his massaging hands took me over the edge quickly. I felt him circle my entrance with his fingers, adding pressure to Cas’s cock as he moved inside me. Knowing Kerry was touching Cas’s cock, even if it wasn’t his ‘thing,’ made the whole encounter feel more forbidden. My orgasm rode me as hard as Cas did, wringing every drop of pleasure from my pussy.
Cas’s release followed. His last few thrusts were wild and erratic as he bit down on the back of my neck, claiming me. I stiffened when he did, pleasure coursing through me from the bite. Their bites made the orgasms prolonged and more intense. I preferred a bite with sex, and they all knew it.
He didn’t release my neck as he pulled out. I heard his belt jingle as he tucked himself back in his pants, and then I barely registered Kerry’s hands leaving my thighs, replaced with Cas’s. His teeth were still firmly planted in my neck. There was no pain, and as he knew, my orgasm lingered while he held me. Plus, he really had issues with letting go, the claiming an intense feeling for him.
Kerry ran his cock over the moisture coating me and slid inside with a jerk. Cas released my neck, and I leaned back into him, letting him fully support me as Kerry moved.
Cas shifted, and I couldn’t see, but it felt like he moved his legs to better counter Kerry’s force.
The angle was amazing. He held nothing back, and his thrusts rubbed my clit with every connection. The rhythm had me riding high in no time. Reaching my hands into Kerry’s hair, I grabbed hold and pulled slightly, something I’d never done before.
He responded well. With a growl, he moved closer and jerked me out of Cas’s arms. I wrapped my legs around him, cock still fully seated inside me, and Cas moved out of the way with a chuckle. I made a mental note to remember to give him a little hair tug in the future.
Kerry walked forward until I was pressed against the opposite wall. I pulled harder on his hair, loving the reaction I got. His moves quickened, and his grip became more bruising. He was usually the careful one, and I loved making him lose control.
Using the wall as leverage, he grabbed my hips. I had to let go of his hair to hold on tight to his shoulders so I didn’t slide down. He was beyond his normal loving care, his full attention on fucking me into oblivion.
It worked. I screamed his name as my orgasm exploded, pleasure washing over me in waves. Kerry buried his face in my neck and bit, right over Cas’s mark. We knew from experience it was extra sensitive and would give me the most pleasure.
I couldn’t hold back my cries of pleasure as the orgasm built higher and broke. My body shook, and I wasn’t sure my vaginal walls would ever unclench.
Eventually, Kerry stilled, and let go of my neck. “Shit, are you okay?” he whispered into my ear.
I relaxed against him as the last surges of orgasm drifted away. “I’m perfect,” I replied. “Though I’d like to go clean up, and you guys ar
e making my hips sore,” I joked. I wasn’t totally kidding. All the force between my legs the last several weeks was making me use muscles that had never been exercised quite so vigorously.
He turned without pulling out of me and walked to the end of the hall. The door there opened into an office, which had a private bathroom off of it.
“We could’ve done this in here, and made sure nobody saw us?” I asked as I looked around the room.
“Don’t act like you didn’t get off on the voyeurism,” Cas said from behind us as he shut the door. “The danger of getting caught was half the excitement.”
Eh, maybe. I hopped off of Kerry and scurried into the bathroom to catch the liquid running down my leg.
2
After retrieving my underwear from Kerry’s pocket and smoothing my hair, I was presentable, and we rejoined the party. Most of them had moved to the outside patio, as they tended to do. Shifters loved being outside.
The majority of the mountain lion shifters were male. Cas had explained that for some reason female lion shifters were just born less often. They didn’t really have an explanation for it. But, interspecies marriage was encouraged, as the children never seemed to suffer any ill effects of the mixed DNA. They followed the dominant line, which was usually the lions anyway.
Cas, Levon, and Kerry weren’t just the leaders of the lions. The entire Eastern Tennessee shifter community was under their protection.
Shifters didn’t harm shifters. It was law. We were all family. At first, it had been a strange concept to me, especially as I’d had human parents and not met any shifters at all until running into my mates in the woods. Now, I was getting used to it, in a good way. It could be overwhelming at times, but there was a real sense of community too.
We’d had many conversations about situations like mine. I’d had to grow up thinking I was a freak, or that I’d hallucinated my shifts. We’d already begun preparations to seek out lone shifters and welcome them to the pack, if they wanted to be a part of it. As soon as my mates had heard my story of confusion and loneliness, they’d jumped right on it, just one of the advantages of Cas being the alpha.
It made me love them all the more. They were building a program to find shifter internet searches using keywords. Unfortunately, humans loved the same books I always had, so they searched for many of the same things and complicated matters. The algorithms were a work in progress, but hopefully, we could get them working to help other people like me.
Members of our community kept bringing me drinks, an offering of welcome to the mate of their leaders, but I had to refuse them. As far as anyone knew, even my guys, I couldn’t hold my liquor. Speculation was rampant that maybe unicorns just couldn't keep their heads when they drank. This conversation led to most of the men—and half of the women—starting a contest to see which type of shifter could outdrink the next. Surprisingly, a slim ferret shifter named Doris seemed to be winning at the moment.
Hilarity ensued. Shifters could hold a lot of alcohol, to the bar owner’s delight. He was a bat shifter from deep in the mountains, literally. His family lived in the caves, sharing their space with bear shifters who also loved being far inside the safety of the rocks.
I’d learned so much about the shifter community. Some lived off the land, what humans would call hermits. Some lived in the shifter town, a tourist trap that kept most of the community wealthy enough to live their lives however they wanted. And some lived in the human areas, preferring a ‘normal’ life, and to be a shifter in their leisure time.
We called them the Weekend Warriors. They were teased good-naturedly, but still knew they were just as much a part of the community as the next shifter. We were a family. I was just joining, but already I felt like any creature in the room would have my back in an instant.
I watched a horse shifter knock back a shot of some amber liquid with her girlfriend, a rare female lion shifter. I chuckled. I bet there’d been a bunch of disappointed male lions when she’d come out. She was possibly the most stunningly beautiful woman I’d ever seen. If I hadn’t been introduced to her and her girlfriend together, I would’ve been gnashing my teeth to get her away from my men. It helped that they were clearly deeply in love. Fated mates were rare, and cheating was unheard of, but fuck. She was hot.
“It’s very nice to meet you,” I’d said. “I’m Leola.”
She stuck out her hand. “MarySue Richardson.” Her mountain accent was thick. “I hate my name, please call me Em.” Her honey eyes twinkled, and she tossed her golden hair over her shoulder. Her beauty was loud and charming, the sort that takes over a room.
I was already half in love with her. “It’s wonderful to meet you.”
She put her arm around the girl beside her, a tiny woman with an ochre skin tone. She wasn’t attractive in the same way as Em, but she was gorgeous in her own quiet way. Her eyes penetrated me, and I could see her horse shining through. Her sleek brown hair hung down her back in a wave of unbroken silk.
Shit, these women were intimidating, but they put me at ease at once. “Hello,” she said quietly.
“This is my girlfriend,” Em said. “Star.”
Star took my hand, and I felt peace and harmony. I studied her, and she gave me the same back. What was she feeling from me? The volume of the room quieted as we got a feel for one another. My vision narrowed, and her calm presence washed over me.
Em laughed and the world intruded again. “She has that effect on people,” she said.
“What is it?” I asked.
Star smiled at me, and I was comforted. It was okay to be curious. “It’s the way of the horses,” she said. “Mundane horses provide comfort and aid to their masters. We have no masters of course, but we are known for our ability to comfort and welcome friends.”
My mouth hung open as Kerry walked up to us. “I see you’ve met our Star,” Kerry said. “She’s something else.”
Em nodded her head.
“Do all horses have this ability?” I asked.
“Some are stronger than others,” Star said in her quiet voice.
“She’s the strongest anyone in our pride has come across,” Kerry said. “She’s really our star.”
I held back the groan caused by his attempt at a joke. It was a good thing I was pregnant already with the dad-level humor going around.
“Listen, Leola, it’s great to meet you,” Em said, squeezing her girlfriend against her side. “If you ever want to learn to fight like a girl, you call me. It’s what I do.”
I raised my eyebrows and smiled at her, probably a little absently. “Like a girl?”
“She owns a boxing ring and gym and teaches self-defense classes,” Star said as she gazed dreamily up at her girlfriend. They’d moved off after that and I’d been introduced to more and more pack members.
The people in the room watched the girls take their shots, cheering as they kept going. Pat, the bartender, filled their glasses as fast as he could. The entire pride was entranced with the couple.
The atmosphere of the party was pure. Shifters loved any excuse to be social with one another, but this was an especially happy time. Fated mates were celebrated and embraced by the community.
I had no idea who was who yet. Or who was what, for that matter. Sure, I knew a few names and faces here and there, but they were starting to blur together, which had nothing to do with alcohol. To be honest, a small part of me was sad I couldn't join in on that part of the festivities.
With a light touch to my stomach, I reassured myself that not drinking would be well worth it in the end. I'd never particularly seen myself as a mother at this specific time in my life, but now that it was a reality, it was all I could imagine. My life had been turned upside down in the best possible way. And I planned on welcoming it over and over again.
A man walked through the crowd, a shimmer of gold surrounding him. I looked around for one of my mates, eager to ask them who and what he was. But I couldn't even see where they'd gotten to, nevermind call for the
m. It seemed like it was up to me to interact with him, seeing as he was walking towards me with a big smile on his face.
"Good evening, Leola." He gave an odd little bow, more of the gold dust drifting away from him.
"I'm sorry, I don't know your name." I winced even as I said it, feeling unbelievably rude. Here he was greeting me kindly, and I was just being a rude ass.
"I didn't expect you to. You can call me Dylan," he responded.
"Is that what everyone else would call you?" I asked.
He opened his mouth to respond, only to be cut off by a loud growl.
"Step away from her." Levon pushed me back as he spoke.
I felt Cas on my other side and saw Kerry stalking up behind the strange glittering man.
Dylan chuckled. "There's no need to be so defensive."
Other people noticed what was going on, and backed away. I recognized several of the lion shifters at the front of the crowd, prowling back and forth, clearly protecting the weaker shifters. I supposed that was what my men were doing as well, though all three of them seemed to just be protecting me and no one else.
"What's going on?" I asked Cas.
"Dylan isn't welcome here."
"Why?" He didn't seem particularly vicious in nature. Though maybe he was some kind of shifter that I hadn't encountered before. What would the others see as this dangerous? A manticore, maybe? A dragon? It almost seemed silly to believe they existed, but then again, I was a unicorn. It wasn't that much of a stretch to think other mythical beasts also existed.
"He's a leprechaun," Kerry answered, stepping behind the man and partially shifting his hands into claws. That was cool. I hadn't realised we could do that.
"And being a leprechaun is bad because…?" I trailed off.
I tried to reconcile the image I had of little men with ginger beards and green hats with the man in front of me, but it wasn't really working. Dylan was as tall as Cas and certainly fell into the classically handsome category. He wasn't as wide set as my mates, but that was probably just because he wasn't a shifter.
