Between Feather and Fur (Gryphon Melds #1) (9 page)

Ben lifted his head, pouting at leaving his prize, but then shrugged good-naturedly. Steve lifted her, tossing her on her back.

“Oh, my god!” She gasped as they both dove on her like the hungry predators they were. Ben kissed her deeply, stealing her breath, his hand on her breast.

Steve grinned; as much as his shaft throbbed, he had been dying for a proper taste of her. He inhaled her sweet musky scent, and slid his tongue between her folds, finding the little clitoris still sensitive and swollen from Ben’s play. He probed it delicately and her thighs tightened briefly, and then relaxed.

Steve instantly recognized her surrender and revelled in it. Her taste flowed into him, spicy and creamy, and he wanted more, so much more. Trailing his tongue back down to the entrance of her body, he dipped inside a little and was rewarded by her arching beneath him.

Her moans grew as they worked in tandem, playing her body, using all their skill to push her higher.

She moaned and writhed. “Oh, oh, too much I...I can’t I...don’t stop!” She tried to wiggle away from their touch.

Steve grinned wickedly.
Oh no, our precious One, we’ll never let you get away.

While he worked the plug, he dipped his tongue into her core as deep as he could reach. She screamed, her body again convulsing as they made her peak a second time. Damn, he loved how sensitive and responsive she is to their touch.

Steve didn’t waste any time, he freed his cock and sat back on his legs. With a firm grip on her hips he tugged her close and sank into her still savouring the feeling of her quivering depths squeezing round him. The small plug deep in her back passage tightened her channel even more.

“Gods, baby, you feel amazing!”

Steve, thankful they already got her off twice, couldn’t stop his hips thrusting even before he gave them the command to. No way was he going to last long, being squeezed so tightly.

He groaned, falling forward, displacing Ben’s grip on her breast. His mind began to blend with his beast; their sole focus to draw out the intense pleasure as he thrust faster, harder. The urge to bind with her was completely overwhelmingly powerful.

Ben must have sensed it; his hand landed on his shoulder, the contact with his meld partner snapped him back to his senses. “Rein it in, buddy, not yet.”

Steve pulled back his lion and instead let the man gentle his strokes.
Think of her, you idiot. Make love to her don’t just fuck her.

He groaned dropping his head and licking at the salt on her damp, perspiring skin. He lapped at the pulse point on her throat. She moaned, “Oh, Steven, yes, oh please; yes!

The feeling raced over him like a tidal wave, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. Pleasure exploded through him as his cock pulsed, and he groaned as he emptied inside her.

He moved his cock slower inside her, drawing out the pleasure for as long as he could, until he was completely drained.

The soft cushion of her body a comfort as he lay heavily on her panting for breath. This is why he loved his one so much, she was made for him. Not once in all his dalliances did he feel this kind of connection with a woman.

“Stop being a woman, hog, you’re crushing her.”

Arial’s giggle was breathless; he pulled himself together and lifted off her. “Sorry, beautiful.”

“If I have to be squashed by anyone, I’m glad it’s you.” She lifted her head to kiss him, and he fell deeper in love with her, kissing her back before moving for Ben.

He watched Ben lift and turn her onto her hands and knees, encasing her smaller frame with his body, and then push his cock into her folds.

“So tight, so sexy,” groaned Ben.

Arial moaned in response.

His meld partner had a wonderful touch with her, hands cupping her breasts, pulling her up slightly and supporting her weight while he rocked into her, whispering tender words of love into her ear, teasing her until she cried out for him with passion.

It felt good to roll the two words around in his head,
their family
, his chest brimmed with pride and love. Together he and Ben would love and protect their one, until the end of their days.

Chapter Eight

Arial’s brain was a buzz of pure happiness, so much so, she pinched herself several times while they walked down the street. Both her men decked out in smart pants, open neck shirts and jackets—super-hot! They each put one hand around her waist as they passed the line to get into their brothers’ club.

She ignored jealous glares from women they passed, mainly because the flirtatious, come-hither glances of tall skinny, and extremely attractive women never caught her men’s eyes. No, they lovingly kept glancing at her with sexy, secret smiles on their faces.

All mine, all mine
. She sing-song chanted in her head. She glanced down at her tight black and emerald green dress, which fit her body perfectly, making her feel extra sexy.

Now, she was exceptionally thankful her new mums’ talked her into getting it. “You have to be bold with your body. Dress to please yourself, no one else’s opinion matters, but you and your men.”

Ben didn’t want to let her out of the house, and Steve only wanting to peel it off and fuck her again told her all she needed to know and feel.

I am strong, confident, and sexy.

They came to a halt in front of the tall and muscled bouncer. Arial glanced between Steve and Ben, as the dark haired, blue-eyed man cocked his head, before leaning forward slightly, his nostrils flaring slightly.

She blinked in surprise.
Are they sniffing each other?

“Lion,” Steve said first.

“Eagle.” Ben followed.

“And our one, Arial; Mark and Tom are our brothers.” Steve added.

The bouncer nodded, his gaze slid over her and he smiled. “Lucky, she’s a beauty,” the bouncer rumbled, unhooking the gold link on the thick, red rope.

“Ours,” growled Steve, while Ben’s arm tightened protectively around her waist.

“I know man, have fun.” He let them pass into the club; much to the grumbles and complaints coming from the line up behind them.

Her men guided her into the club’s entrance room.

“Jacket, mermaid.” Steve helped her out of her jacket.

“What was that all about? Were you three actually sniffing each other?”

“Aaah, well kind of, the bouncer is one of us.”

She cocked a curious eye brow at Ben. “What do you mean one of us?”

“From a three family, like us; call it animal instincts if you will.” Ben’s gaze again raked down her body. “Stay close to us beautiful; don’t want to have to kill anyone tonight for trying to steal you away from us.”

“Seconded.” Steve offered his other arm. She sighed and linked her bare arms with theirs.

She got the feeling as if they were trying to steer her away from the subject, they succeeded when Steve grinned. “You do look amazing, baby.” His gaze riveted on the top of her cleavage and he licked his lips.

“I think you two better behave,” she chided softly.

“I’m always perfectly behaved.” Steve grinned wolfishly.

“For what, a two year old?”

Ben barked out a long laugh. “No wonder I love you so much, sweetheart, you got him pegged perfectly.”

“Well, if I’m the baby, I want to go home and suck on these lush titties all night long and drink cream from my girl’s pussy.”

“Steven!” Her face heated at his audacious words.

“On that cue.” Ben pushed open the second door and ushered her into the club.

Dimmed lighting with strobes moving about on the dance floor made her blink, the loud, low thump of the modern dance music pounded in time with her beating heart.

She stood amazed at the mass of men and women writhing on the dance floor. She had never been to a night club, so apart from what she saw in the movies, she wasn’t sure what to expect from a Melbourne club.

The space was divided with different levels. Tables and chairs were set up to face the dance floor and view the writhing couples or groups—several women danced in a group together. She liked the blue lighting, the thick poles placed in various parts with bubbles rising inside them, giving the place a modern, relaxed look.

Ben and Steve knew where they were going as they guided her around the outside of the dance floor. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, a voice called out.

“Steve, oh Steve!” They paused as a blonde in a red dress moved towards them.

“Oh, gosh, it is you Steve and Ben!  What a delight to see you two again. It’s been far too long,” purred the voice of a bottled blonde, her tight, red dress clinging to her slim figure as if it was painted on. She pouted her wet, red lips seductively at them, and ignored Arial sandwiched between them as if she wasn’t there.

She ran her hand over Ben’s arm and he stiffened, backing up and placing Arial slightly in front of him. “Clearly, not long enough,” Arial heard Ben mutter.

The barracuda’s gaze moved to Steve, cutting Arial, clearly standing between them, completely out. Steve folded his arms defensively. “Becky, was it?”

“Belinda. How could you forget after our incredible night together?  Not everyone has your unique tastes, and you never returned my calls, but I’m a forgiving girl, you’re both here now, and I’m always up for some more fun.”

Arial bit her tongue. As much as it hurt to think of her men with someone else, she also put her sensible hat on. Of course, they were bound to have, uh, dates, with other women before she came into their lives before they fell in love with her.

They are red-blooded men and it was not as if they were committed monks.

“It was a long time ago; I’m now in a committed relationship with my girlfriend Arial. Go find someone else to sink your claws into, Belinda.”

Arial smiled at the giddy feeling of Steve staking his claim on her in public.

“Oh, how nice.” Belinda’s smile turned saccharine sweet, but her cold eyes could cut Arial to ribbons.

“Excuse us.” Both men gripped Arial’s hands and were almost dragging her up the stair case.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” Ben got in first, his brow dipped in a worried frown.

“We didn’t know we would run into a...” Steve’s embarrassment was quite cute.

“Mistake.” Ben added. “A fucking big mistake.”

She patted their arms. “It’s okay. I’m more surprised you don’t have a whole line of women trailing after you. I get that you were single once.”

Ben slipped his arm around her waist squeezing her against his side, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us and we’re not single now beautiful. We belong to you as much as you do to us.”

Her heart did a giddy little jig.

“And don’t forget it.” Steve turned her slightly, bending to kiss the tip of her nose. “C’mon I spotted Mark and Tom grinning like idiots in the corner over there.”

Two men in neat casual attire stood up as they approached. Bright and handsome smiles from two men who could easily rivalled her men in devastating sexiness. Even in the lower lighting of the club, the clean cut features, dark hair and eyes showed the family resemblance to her men. These were their twins.

It was so odd friends could become closer than brothers, and twin brothers at that. One thing was certain, they weren’t identical twins.

The brothers and friends greeted each other before she was pulled to the front and hugged also accompanied by a gush of complements on how beautiful she is.

They ordered drinks and Arial relaxed, feeling at ease around Ben and Steve’s brothers; they were easy to talk to, and asked her opinion on things around the club.

“We need a woman’s touch around here.” Mark said. She told him what she liked and didn’t like about his newly acquired night club.

“We bought out the entire chain, a club in every major Australian city after the previous owner was caught in some shady deals. The government had a fire sale on all his assets. We decided to pick up the clubs and improve, well…everything.” Mark leaned back against the black studded, vinyl couch, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. His gaze roamed back through the club and dancing people. “Think I’ll start with better furniture.”

“We fired a ton of people in league with the old owner and put our own men on the doors as well as hired new bar staff.” Tom took over. “It’s a bit of a risk, but I think it will pay off. We’ll also rename them all, of course.”

“To what?”

“What would you name the club, Arial?” She blinked in surprise at Tom’s question.

“Me?”

“Yes, you, silly, there’s no other woman around here I’m asking.” Tom chuckled.

“I… uh…The Blue Gryphon’s.” The words popped into her head. Mark and Tom glanced at each other.

“I know; it’s lame. I—”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Arial, it’s perfect! Ben and Steve better watch out, or we’ll steal you away for your fantastic, creative mind.”

“Buddy, I love you man, but hands off our woman. You seriously need to put some thought into finding your One.”

Mark and Tom shrugged.

“Yeah, it’s getting close to our time.” Tom said.

The odd conversation threw her; she glanced between her men.
They call me their one.

“I know; it’s not as if we haven’t been trying, but travelling and business…”

“Our method worked.” Ben grinned. “We found our one, and bro, it is amazing.” He grinned down at her, raising her hand to kiss the back of it.

“I still don’t understand what you mean by that, are you in some kind of race to fine a girlfriend or wife?”

“Arial, there are still a few things you’ve yet to learn about us. We’re not like normal men. It’s almost like an animal instinct in sensing who the one woman is going to be for us. When I first met you, I knew you were meant to be ours. It’s hard to explain.” Steve stroked her hand and down her arm.

She swallowed at the pinch of pain caused by them still keeping secrets from her. She pulled away, pushing to her feet, trying to push back the negative emotions attempting to raise their ugly heads.

She needed a little time to clear her head. “Excuse me; I need to use the ladies room.”

Steve bounded to his feet, snatching back her hand. “Arial, I’m sorry, I love you baby. I didn’t mean...”

She shook her head. “No, its okay, I’ve learned my facts from my fiction remember. I know you love me and have been nothing but wonderful. Yes, I feel a little hurt right now, but I also know it’s a false feeling. I really do need to use the bathroom.”

“I’ll take you.” Ben also sprang to his feet. She laughed.

“No, stay and catch up. I’m a big girl; I can handle one trip to the ladies room by myself.” She turned letting her hips swing and felt their stares.

She passed through the crowed of beautiful, slim women, who wore their mini dresses and club wear with ease, and wondered if she looked like a fish out of water. Certainly she felt it.

False feeling, Arial.

It was a small comfort when she spotted a few other ladies with full figures, but there were far more slim women, who looked more attractive with their more elegant figures.

I have two wonderful men who love me the way I am. They or their brothers aren’t embarrassed by me. If they’re okay with me, I’m okay with me.

She hurried into the bathroom. On her way out a woman stepped into her path. “Oh, excuse me.” She tried to move around her, but found the woman continued to block her.

“Leaving so soon?” Arial realised it was the same woman from earlier, Becky? No, Belinda.

Arial shook her head. “No, I’ve just come from the bathroom.”

“You know it won’t last.”

“Excuse me?”

“You and them. Rich, handsome men and a poor, fat little redhead.”

The woman sneered. “Do you really think someone like them could care for someone like you?” Belinda’s cold gaze raked Arial up and down. “You could stand to skip a few meals. I did hear there was a food shortage in some countries, now I see why.”