Hard and Easy [High-Country Shifters 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

Both men chuckled. Brin was just teasing her.

“Let me play with your ass. You concentrate on Larek.”

Larek scooted out from under her and got on his knees. Her eyes widened at his purpled cock dripping with pre-cum.

“Babe, I’m so close, so be kind.”

Knowing they loved what she did to them meant the world to her. As she leaned over to take him in her mouth, Brin pressed the head of his cock against her muscled ring, and she exhaled, trying to relax her rear. When he grabbed hold of her hips and rubbed his thumbs across each cheek, his cock pushed in. Joy at the success urged her to resume sucking on Larek. This time she didn’t close her mouth as tightly for fear he might explode before his time. Having them come together would be so ideal.

Brin leaned forward and kissed her shoulder as he inched down her darkened channel. “By the skies above, you feel so damned good.”

She hadn’t meant to get distracted, but she must have, because Larek reached under her and pressed hard on her nipple. That shocked her back to the present. However, the quick shot of pain drove carnal lust straight to her pussy. She wanted Larek to fuck her pussy, too, but she wasn’t ready for two new experiences at the same time. It was hard enough to adjust to having a cock in her ass.

Brin moved in and out in slow motion as if he feared hurting her. When he reached between her legs and slipped two fingers in her pussy, whorls of chaos sped to every inch of her body.

“Ah, ah, oh.” Heat pummeled her body as her orgasm neared. “Go deeper.”

She wanted him to push her over the edge. As he hooked his fingers in her sopping cunt, he hit a spot that lit up her body. Larek seemed determined to bring her climax quickly because he twisted her nipples back and forth. That got him more moans and groans.

It was when Brin thumbed her clit that her climax threatened. That act must have loosened her muscles, because Brin drove in to the end, hitting every imaginable nerve. Getting fucked in the ass was now her new favorite pastime.

She lifted her head. “That’s amazing.”

Larek brushed his cock against her lips. Once more, she’d abandoned him. Determined to make up for it, she drew him in and sucked him hard. He hissed, and she stuck out her chest, demanding more attention. He gave it to her, too.

Once Brin had reached the end, he didn’t stay long. He easily glided out halfway and drove in again. His growls intensified.

“I could fuck your ass all day.”

She bet he couldn’t last any more than she could. “I’m so close.”

Both men purred in unison. Larek pressed and rubbed her breasts while she tasted him. As Brin picked up the pace, so did she. Together, all three were in perfect sync. Larek clamped a hand on her head as if he needed to feel the back of her throat. With three more strokes, he dropped back his head and yelled. Hot cum drenched her tonsils, and he pulled off just in time for her to swallow his tart sweetness.

She was just recovering when Brin tightened his hold and fucked her fast and furiously. As she bucked forward and back, her tits swayed. With each thrust, her orgasm threatened. When he flicked her clit once more, the dam broke. Wave upon wave of erotic lust rained down on her. Her breaths hitched, and her stomach contracted. She screamed his name.

His yell came a second before his jism shot deep in her ass. Together their bodies became one, and her heart raced and her breaths quickened. Larek rubbed her back and stroked her face. Her mind splintered with the ecstasy. She ran her tongue along her lips to get the last drop of Larek’s flavor.

She dropped her head then lowered onto her elbows. Brin eased out of her ass and she collapsed onto the bed. The side dipped, implying Larek had left. He returned with a warm towel and cleaned her.

“I need a shower. I think I still have some goo on me. Anyone want to help me wash?” Both rolled her over and, as they tried to kiss her, banged heads. Probably for the first time ever, they didn’t communicate first. She burst out laughing. “Never mind. It might be safer for me to do it myself.”

“Not a chance, babe. We’re in this all the way.”

Life couldn’t be much better than this.

* * * *

As much as she loved meeting the wolf historian and then making love with the two men, by the time Monday rolled around, Madra was exhausted. All last night she’d tried to think of something that would enable her to teach what she wanted and still have her job.

Since her brain wasn’t thinking very clearly, she wanted to put everything on the back burner for now. Not letting Frania in on the newest development had been a hard decision, but she thought she ought to give Lara the first crack at the information. After all, she had been the one to discover the cave.

Getting through her first day back after the three-day break was tiring, but every time she thought about her men, she smiled. As soon as the last student left her classroom, she contacted Lara and asked if she could come over.

“Absolutely. Henla just left an hour ago. She told me about the wonderful tomb you visited.”

Telling was one thing, but getting to see images of the buried artwork would thrill her archeologist friend even more. After Madra jumped on the tram, she couldn’t wait to get out in the fresh air again. It didn’t take her long to get to the tree house. Once at the door, she knocked, and Lara opened up immediately. Taryn and Kellum must have installed some kind of security video or something, or else Lara had developed some animal sixth sense.

“Come on in.” She nodded to her portable drive. “Are those the images?”

“Yes, they are. Wait until you see them.”

After Lara brought her a drink, they settled in. It took over an hour to describe everything she’d seen. Her friend asked tons of questions, some of which made her realize she might need a second visit to get more answers.

Lara leaned back on the sofa. “That was amazing. I can’t believe how well we pieced together the history.”

“I know. I was totally excited.”

“I guess I need to visit my sister-in-law and see the tomb for myself.”

“I think the wolves would appreciate your interest.”

Lara slapped her thighs. “So now what?”

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged. “Are you going to show your principal this new evidence and tell him he had no right to prevent you from teaching the truth?”

Her laugh came out a bit squeaky. “That might sound good in theory, but the backlash would be tremendous. I’m not ready to take on that chore. Remember, I work at a private school where they make their own rules.”

“You can’t just sit on this.”

“Yes, I can. In fact, that’s just what I’m going to do. The students will be better off. I already almost lost my job. If I did anything to jeopardize that, I’d lose the connection to the kids. I can’t chance that.”

Lara’s lips tightened. “I guess you have to do what’s best for you.”

This wasn’t about her. She stood. “I really do have a lot of work to do.”

Lara stood, too. “Sure.”

Madra saw herself out. Even when the elevator reached the ground, a wave of depression struck her, but she pushed it aside. “This is for the best.” Alienating Lara was the last thing she wanted to do, but people who didn’t teach couldn’t understand how exciting it was to help guide the youth.

Satisfied with her decision to keep the status quo, she headed underground. The outside air suddenly seemed muggier and she was happy to be back underground. Her patience waned as she waited for the tram to arrive.

When she finally got on, she spotted a poster noting the city councilman’s celebration this Saturday. Once a year, the stars and moon were in a perfect formation and caused the sky to turn a beautiful purple color. Larek had invited her to the special occasion because he was covering the event for the paper. She couldn’t wait to go. She needed something nice to look forward to that would bolster her spirits.

* * * *

Madra was organizing her tablet for the start of the day when Saren and her best friend Belna came into class.

“You have a minute, Ms. Madra?”

She had wanted to look over her notes, but it could wait. School wouldn’t start for another fourteen minutes. “Sure. What’s up?” She liked that American expression. She’d heard Lara use it often.

Saren plopped down on a desk across from hers. “My dad won’t let me go to a summer sports camp because my grades aren’t as good as he’d like.”

“That must be tough for you. How does that make you feel?”

“Mad.”

Belna looked at her friend then at Madra. “Saren has all As and Bs.”

“That sounds good.” Anterra Prep was a very hard school.

“Well, not to my dad. He had the highest average when he went here.”

Being the daughter of the top student had to be difficult. “What do you think you could do to change his mind?”

Saren scooted to the end of the desk. “We thought maybe you could talk to him. You’re my advisor and all. Can’t you tell him how hard it is now to get As? It’s not like in his day.”

She laughed. “I’ve only been here for four years, so I have little authority to make that claim. How about if you come up with a plan that your dad will be happy with?”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe ask him if you can go to camp if, say, you make better grades on your year-end exam than you have now.”

She scrunched up her nose. “I’m not sure I can pull it off.”

“I bet if you studied three hours a night, you could.”

“Three hours? I don’t do more than one. Ever.”

That could be the problem. “Maybe your dad isn’t as unhappy with your grades as he is with your effort.”

Saren looked over at Belna again as if she’d have the answer. “So you think if my dad sees me work hard, he might let me sign up for the camp?”

Now she got it. “Why don’t you ask him and see?”

The five-minute warning bell chimed for class to start. Saren smiled and hopped off the table. “You’re pretty smart, Ms. Madra. Thanks. See you fifth period.”

“Let me know what he says.”

She gave her a thumbs-up.

As the first group of students poured into her class, she leaned back and smiled. Being at Anterra Prep made her feel alive.

She quickly pulled out her plans and glanced over them one more time.

“I can’t believe we only have twenty more days of school.”

Twenty days? Really? Where had the time gone? It seemed like yesterday when the school year started.

She looked up to see who’d spoken. It was Clarin, who seemed to have more energy than usual, probably because the idea of getting out of school for the summer gave him hope.

If he didn’t pass his final test, though, he might be coming back for a summer session.

When the bell chimed to signal the start of class, Madra went to the screen on the wall and called up the timeline of the nineteenth century. She remembered chuckling when she took the class in Earth history and studied that time period. The two realities might have formed at the same time, but Anterra’s technological advances were a lot more developed.

Today for some reason, the student questions didn’t sound whiney, and she didn’t get upset that a few hadn’t read the material before coming to class. Maybe she’d finally made peace with history.

As soon as lunch rolled around, a couple who looked familiar stepped into her room. Her mind blanked at their names. “Can I help you?”

“We’re Bandro’s parents.”

Bandro was a sweet boy, and she liked him well enough, but he could do more. He was quiet. While he always did his work, he rarely came in for extra help. “Come in.” She hoped they weren’t upset about anything. Instead of sitting behind her desk, she pulled three chairs in a circle. “What can I do for you?”

They smiled. The mother glanced at the father first then back at Madra. “We had to stop by another classroom and thought we’d come by here to tell you how much Bandro loves your class.”

That was nice to hear. While he did participate, he rarely asked questions. “Thank you.”

“We know he’s a quiet boy who doesn’t interact with many students, but he feels so comfortable in your class, and that means everything to us.”

“I so appreciate you telling me this.” It was too bad the school year was drawing to a close. If she’d known, she might have been able to reach out to him more.

“When he gets home, he pulls out his tablet and researches history. You’ve made him want to go to the university and continue with his studies.”

She was stunned. “That’s fantastic.”

The father clasped his hands together. “I always thought he’d be a food grower like myself, but when I see him this happy, I know it’s the right thing for him.”

“If you need me to point him in the right direction, please feel free to contact me.”

They stood. “We will.”

As soon as they left, her heart soared. She had made a difference.

Happy, she went back to working on tomorrow’s lesson plan. No sooner had she started than two of her students breezed in. Today was a whirlwind of small conferences.