by JL Madore
Brant swallows but before he can speak, I shift down his body. “You got me off so good the other night, I figure I owe you a return of the favor.”
“I don’t think so. You got me off a dozen times more.”
“Who’s counting.” I suck Brant’s cock into my mouth, amazed again at what a big boy he is. The solid shaft is warm and salty as I slide my tongue down his length. He gasps and I take hold of him with my hand and recede to the tip. I force the tip of my tongue into the slit at the top and play. I like this myself and by the shudder of his hips, Brant’s a fan too.”
“Can I fuck your mouth?”
“Mhmm.” I smile, remembering how much I liked that answer this morning with Calli.
“And when I come, do you want to swallow or should I pull out.”
I suck off the tip of his crown with a pop and cast him a lascivious grin. “Oh, I eat my cream. If I make it, I claim it.”
“Fuuuuck, you say the sweetest things.”
I suck him back into my mouth and twist his sac. He thrusts his hips forward and I take him to the back of my throat. Grabbing the olive oil off the counter, I hand it to Brant and hold my hand out.
He doesn’t hesitate. He unscrews the lid and pours a generous puddle onto my awaiting fingers.
Reaching between his legs and up, I play with his sac and glide over the smooth skin behind. When I get to where I’m going, I moisten the tight flesh of his ass and slide my middle finger inside him.
“Oh, that’s good.” Brant’s breathy gasp cranks me up and I suck on him like I might devour him completely. Who knows, maybe I will.
Working inside him, I flick my finger forward and rub the fleshy bulge of his prostate.
“Oh… fuck, yes. That,” he gasps his hips picking up speed. “Lots of that.”
I brace myself against the counter as the strength of his bear seeps into our play. With Kotah, it didn’t matter how hard he fucked into my mouth, I still had strength over him. With Brant, that’s not the case. Brant’s bear has the raw strength to hurt me if I’m not paying attention. But I am paying attention. I’m paying very close attention.
Stimulating his pleasure with my finger and sucking him off with long wet pulls of my mouth, it doesn’t take him long before hot streams of cum coat the back of my throat.
Fuck. I don’t know what it is about his cream that I find so fucking delicious. I enjoy Kotah’s and Jaxx’s too but there’s some chemical reaction with Brant’s release that is the food of the gods for me.
Too soon, Brant’s body softens and his heaving breaths slow. “Thanks for that.”
I wipe the dishtowel over my mouth and meet his mouth for a kiss. “My pleasure. I mean that, Bear. I’m fucking in this thing with you. It’s not an obligation and you’re not a means to an end. You and me, we’ve got something going on.”
He smiles and shrugs those big shoulders of his. “I’m irresistible. What can I say.”
The feminine cries of orgasm have us both looking toward the back of the bus. “Sounds like we’re late to the party. We better get in there and catch up.”
Brant’s smile is as cocky as it is sexy. “I’m already warmed up, thanks to my fluffer.”
I smack his naked ass as he saunters ahead of me toward the bedroom. “I am more than a fluffer. I’m part of the main attraction.”
Brant’s laughter is deep and fills the air. “Yeah, you are.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Calli
I’m still riding out Kotah’s release when Brant and Hawk come into the back room of the bus. They see the two of us in the center of the bed, Kotah’s hands still fondling my breasts as I straddle his hips.
Brant lets off a catcall whistle. “I like it. I like it. But it’s missing something... oh, me.”
I giggle as Brant bounces onto the mattress, his playful side locked firmly in place. “Since Jaxx had you in here for a half-hour before any of us, I’m guessing he’s taken his liberties and was mate one.
Jaxx chuckles from where he’s sitting in the chair beside the bed stroking himself. “Yes sir. I only give happy endin’ massages.”
He nods and his dark curls flop around his face. “And our beloved wolf here has made his contribution to the night’s endeavor now too?”
Kotah nods. “I have.”
Brant sits back on his knees and smiles. “Wolf, are you good to take a back seat if I tag in and want to ride our beautiful female up front?”
“I’m good for anything,” Kotah says. “Where do you want me?”
“Stay there, we’ll just make some orifice adjustments. You game, Calli?”
I chuckle as he lifts me off Kotah and spins me reverse cowgirl to face Kotah’s feet instead of his face. Brant sets me on my knees and kneels in front of me. Reaching between my legs, he plays in the remnants of both Jaxx’s and Kotah’s releases soaking my core. “Nice, so I see slide and glide won’t be an issue.”
“You’re welcome,” Jaxx says, still keeping a lazy round of rub and tug going.
“Thank you, Jaguar. You too, Wolf. Though, you’re not done yet, Kotah. Up and at it, my man.” Brant palms Kotah’s sated and soft cock and wakes it back to life. “Lovely assistant, glove his love and lube me up.”
He holds his hand out flat toward Hawk. Our avian is on the job and squeezes out a glop of lube.
“Thank you, sir. I’m just going to…” he reaches beneath me and gets me primed for anal. “Wolf, are you set?”
Kotah tosses the empty condom packet onto the bedside table and props up his cock. “All set.”
Brant smiles. “Then, if you would… and if your wood would.”
“Oh, his wood, would,” Jaxx says, tipping his head to the side to watch as I descend inch by delectable inch onto Kotah. “Yeehaw.”
Calli, lay back on our wolf and get comfy.”
I do as I’m told and recline so I’m lying on top of Kotah. My back is on his chest and he wraps his arms around me in a tender embrace. I turn my face to meet Kotah’s kiss. “Hey, sweet prince. You good?”
“Hey back,” he says, gripping my hips and thrusting up from underneath. “I’m great.”
Brant crawls up our joined bodies and it’s a good thing he’s tall and broad because I don’t think anyone else would still be able to come inside me like this. “Close your eyes, beautiful, and absorb the sense of being filled.”
Usually taking Brant in is a stretch to the point of pleasured-pain, tonight it’s not. Either I’m stretched, relaxed, and super wet from Kotah and Jaxx, or he’s had a release or two himself out in the front of the bus with Hawk and he’s not as marble hard and solid. Or a combo of both.
“Is this alright, beautiful? Not too much? Not too sore?”
I smile at the worry in his voice. He’s holding back until he’s sure I’m good. Always does, my sweet teddy bear. “I’m good.” I press my palms against the wide, chiseled planes of his chest. “I could use a little more in and out friction though. It’s been a slow night.”
All four of my men laugh at that.
Brant takes his time taking his pleasure. He draws his kiss down the column of my neck and across my collarbone. Then, his attention shifts, and he falls still. “Servicing Jaxx now, eh? You’re gonna rival Calli soon for the title of Lover of Cocksucking.”
I open my eyes in time to see Hawk flip Brant the bird, his head bobbing over Jaxx’s lap. Jaxx’s head has dropped back against the cushion of the chair and his hips are flexing to greet each plunge.
“Oh, I’ll battle for that title.” I gasp as Brant starts moving again. “Drop the gauntlet, Barron. There can be only one.”
“I stand as tribute,” Kotah says.
I laugh, and then all thoughts of blowjobs abandon me as he reclaims the rounds of my breasts and tweaks my nipples. “Oh, Wolf.”
The steady thrust and retreat of Brant have me riding both his and Kotah’s erections. The sensation is overwhelming, the tingle of my cells building up to one helluva climax.
“Gawd... you feel good, Bear.”
“Ditto.”
A long, loud purr rolls out of Jaxx and I’m sucked into watching his face as his orgasm closes in. The purr is rough and rattled and vibrates in my core. Over the past weeks, I’ve heard his animal sounds enough to know his finish is closing in fast.
The slap, slap, slap of flesh on flesh grows louder and faster and I groan as erotic pleasure zings from the tips of my nipples straight to my core. “Gawd, that sound. You’re gonna make me come, Jaxx.”
“Me too,” Kotah breathes beneath me.
“Me three,” Brant says, pumping harder. “That sound triggers my cock to spill every damned time.”
I don’t know if Jaxx even hears us. His eyes are pinched shut and he’s got both hands clutched around Hawk’s head pumping him into his lap.
The purr is still going strong and it calls to my phoenix. Of all of them, Jaxx brings the wild forward in me the most. He calls my animal and I’ve stopped trying to control it.
My phoenix is ascending. She’s strong and possessive and so fucking turned on by her mates it’s indescribable. Fire ignites in my core and my eyes flip open.
Brant’s gaze locks on mine and he gasps. “Oh, fuck.”
On a shout, he pitches his hips forward and locks into place. With bruising fingers at my hips, he thrusts forward, releasing into me. I ride out the breathy grunts as he topples off the cliff of control.
As always with them, I feel the streams of heat and groan as my orgasm takes hold. I swallow and try to hold off, but with the air smelling like sex and their throaty grunts filling my ears, my hips convulse and my world shatters.
I cry out, arching above Kotah’s chest even as he comes inside me from below. His chest heaves in and out, his heart pounding against my back.
Even though I’ve had three of them multiple times already tonight, my phoenix isn’t finished. I am hunger and want. I am missing one of my mates and ache with the need of having him inside me.
“Hawk,” I say, in a voice that’s not my own. “I need you to complete this. Your phoenix needs her fourth.”
Hawk
At the call of my name, I turn from swallowing Jaxx’s cream and my mouth falls open. Brant is easing out of Calli and something monumental has changed since I sucked Jaxx into my mouth. Calli’s glistening wet and the scent of our mixed arousals and emissions is thick in the air. But what’s more incredible than the sensory overload is the female herself.
“Holy fuck.”
“Yep,” Brant says, still staring. “My reaction too.”
“Hawk, take me. Now!” she says.
Brant winces. “I say you do what she says and fuck her.”
I’m of two minds on that. One, holy fuck, Calli is more wildling than female at the moment and two, if the scary mythical bird that is your mated wife needs you to fuck her—then you climb the glowing fire beast female and you do as you’re told.
Calli flaps her wings and rises off Kotah, leaving the other three with mirrored expressions caught between awe, terror, and lust. I’m with them. Our mate resembles her female aflame in size and form, but she’s got wings. And though she’s glowing gold, there’s no flame coming off her.
She’s more like a bird goddess.
“And I thought you couldn’t get any sexier,” Jaxx says.
“Resplendant,” Kotah says.
“I’m still stuck on holy fuck,” Brant adds.
“Hawk, I hunger and wait,” her voice vibrates through me and seems to pinball between my cock and balls, firing my adrenaline into overdrive.
Right. I give my head a shake and take a quick assessment. Yep. She still has all the right parts and pieces to get this mating bond completed. I’ve never been at a loss for what to do with a naked female, but as Brant says, holy fuck.
With a thrust of her wings, she closes the distance between me and the bed and wraps herself around me. Her legs grapple my hips and her arms clutch my shoulders. It’s the contact of our bodies and the connection of our mating bond that brings things back into focus.
This is still Calli. Somehow, inside this golden goddess fire beast, our mate is coming into her own.
“You amaze me every fucking day, Spitfire.” I push her up against the built-in armoire against the wall. With her upper body pinned to the wooden doors, I reach below her thighs and guide myself into the soaked folds of her cunny. “Man, you’re so wet.”
The moment I’m inside her, the current of power coming off of her jolts my junk like I’m plugged into a power receptacle. “And your cells are alive with power.”
“I feel strong.” She flips her head back, her hair blowing out behind her like she’s a supermodel in a fashion shoot. “Take me to the bed and lay me down.”
I do as she commands and lay her back on the tousled sheets of the bed. Her hair fans out against the black backdrop like golden rays of the sun. I grip the top ridge of her wings as leverage and continue to rock inside her.
Her eyes roll closed and her lips turn up in a smile. “I want all of you. Kotah and Brant, I want your mouths and your cocks. Jaxx, I’ve waited long enough to see you and Hawk joined and working up a sweat. Take him while he takes me.”
Jaxx’s brow arches in question as he meets my gaze. I give him the go-ahead and he nods. “Yes ma’am.”
My jaguar climbs onto the bed behind me and I focus on Calli. If I get all up in my head about Jaxx topping me in front of the others, my hawk will get panicky and balk. It’ll be fine. Jaxx will make sure of that. I trust him to know—
I tense as his ministrations bring the drip and glide of lubrication into play but let myself get mesmerized by the flames flickering and dancing around the pupils of Calli’s eyes. It’s a haunting sight but amazing at the same time.
“You good, hotness?” Jaxx’s voice is tender and quiet and soothes my anxiety even more.
“Yeah. Go for it.”
Calli’s got a grip on both Kotah and Brant. They’re on their knees on either side of her head and she’s stroking them.
Jaxx is right where I want him and even though this is more public than we’ve ever been, I remind myself that everything is as it should be. These are my mates. Whatever the alpha, dom, kingpin of the fae world hangups I’ve got, they don’t apply here. I am safe.
The penetration brings that stammer in my heart that I love so much. I drop my head against Calli’s neck and absorb that first glorious glide to fill me.
“So hot,” Calli says.
I push up on my palms and claim her mouth, my tongue matching the push and invade of Jaxx’s actions. After a few minutes of gauging the situation, our jaguar gets down to it. I groan as servicing me morphs into pounding. I broaden my arms and dig my palms deep into the mattress to brace myself.
With each succulent smack, smack, smack, of his hips hitting my ass, I’m rammed deeper inside Calli. She’s loving it, writhing underneath me her breath picking up speed.
“Give me your legs, kitten. Let me open you wider for Hawk’s cock.”
Calli moans and lifts her feet into the air. Jaxx grips her legs at the back of her knees and leverages his hold to pull the three of us tighter together with each hammering stroke.
“Oh, yeah,” Jaxx gasps, behind me. “That’s good.”
Good. I’m completely pinned in Calli’s clenching depths with my wild and wonderful lover taking me rough from behind. As much as I’d love to claim Calli’s mouth, Jaxx’s rhythm is too punishing for anything beyond holding on for the ride of a lifetime.
Our love before me… Our passion behind.
Brant barks a curse and spills jets of ropey cream over Calli’s hand and down her arm. Kotah’s next and it’s the same thing. Our wolf arches back, paying Calli homage. The power building in our phoenix spikes and her orgasm shatters her.
The magic of the mating bond explodes. It ignites in my cells, spreading through my body like a brush fire in August. It’s hot and sharp and there’s no fighting my release.
/> Heat erupts from my sac and I press hard into my mate and give her everything I’ve got. The muscles in my neck strain tight as I shout, caught in the vortex of the complete unlocking of Calli’s phoenix.
Jaxx must feel it too because he comes hard, the feral roar of his cat filling the sex-saturated air of the bus stateroom. The sound is wild and calls my hawk forward.
The world spins and there’s an explosion. I’m knocked off the bed and land in a tangle of arms and legs with Jaxx. Before I can roll to my knees, my hawk ascends and I search the room through the eyes of my wildling form. Jaxx’s jaguar roars beside me, his cat’s turquoise gaze locked on the bed.
Calli’s phoenix goddess is ebbing power, her golden form pulsing with magical energy. She’s too fucking inspiring for words. She flaps her wings and rises out of a gaping hole in the roof of the bus.
That must’ve been the explosion.
I push off, flapping my wings, and follow her out past the curled metal and into the night sky. The roar of Brant’s bear tells me what I already know.
Wherever Calli’s going, our mates can’t follow.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Calli
A cool breeze blowing over my bare ass wakes me with a jolt. Where am I? I sit up and study my surroundings. I’m alone in a wooded thicket and completely naked. The sun is almost at its zenith so, I’ve been here for a long time, but I don’t know much more than that.
Where are my mates? The last thing I remember is Hawk and Brant joining Jaxx, Kotah, and I in the bus bedroom.
My mind is fumbling through the fog of last night when the shriek of a massive raptor brings my gaze skyward. I raise my hand to shield my eyes as Hawk swoops down, through the canopy of the trees.
In his talons, he’s gripping a ball of blue plaid which he drops beside me before landing gracefully as a man. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”
“Confused. Where are we? And what the hell are you wearing?”
He pulls up the worn, jean overalls he’s wearing and sits on the ground beside me. “Desperate times breed desperate measures, mate. I can only manifest the clothes I had on when I turned hawk. I was nakey, so I had to improvise.” He unfurls the blue plaid to offer me a man’s flannel shirt. “And to answer your other question, not far from Peoria, Illinois.”
