Magical Menages 1: Shifters' Captive (19 page)

“I quit my job and called my friends to tell them I’d met someone and was moving. It was amazingly easy to pick up and leave. It only took John and me a couple of hours to clean out my apartment.”

“Well, we hope you stay here awhile.” Lydia smiled, and her brown eyes crinkled at the corners.

“Yeah, you can spend the night if you want.” Liberty took her mother’s invitation literally. “You can have my bed. I’ll sleep on the floor in my sleeping bag.”

“Sorry, Lib, I can’t sleep over,” Sherrie said. “John would miss me too much. But I’ll come back again. I promise.”

Later, after their goodbyes, as they climbed into the Blazer to drive home, John turned to her before starting the engine. “I would, you know.”

“Would what?”

“Miss you too much if you spent the night with Liberty.” He smiled and leaned to kiss her.

She tasted a trace of the strawberry pie that had ended their dinner and, beneath that, the taste of John himself, sweeter to her than the berries.

“I’d miss you too. Even for one night. Your snoring lulls me to sleep.” He nipped her chin before pulling away and revving up the vehicle.

“I’ve been wondering about something,” Sherrie said after they’d turned out of the driveway and headed down the mountain toward town. “You never go out. I mean, as far as I know, you haven’t shifted since I’ve been living with you. Don’t you need to go out and hunt some nights? I don’t want you to hold back or for you to feel you have to act differently because of me.” She watched his eyes focused intently on the road. He flicked a sideways glance at her. “I didn’t want to leave you alone. You haven’t been here long, and I didn’t want you to feel strange or lonely.”

“No. It’s cool. You and I are different species. Believe me, I get that. I don’t want you to deny your nature because of me.” She waved a hand. “Go out. Hunt. Do whatever it is you do. I won’t be lonely. Hell, if it’s the middle of the night I’ll probably be asleep.”

“Are you sure?”

God, how she loved the concerned pucker between his brows. He was so sweet, she could eat him up.

In fact, she thought she would as soon as they got home.

“I’m sure. But I do have one other question for you.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you people ever own pets like cats and dogs for companionship?” He squinted. “They’re not so much companions as they are prey so, no, not really.”

“Okay.” She nodded. “Maybe I’ll get an aquarium.”

Much later, as they pulled apart, sweaty and breathless from having sex, she rolled onto her back and exhaled deeply. “I love making love to you. Wait a minute. Isn’t that a song?”

“I think so. But that’s okay. I love making love to you too.”

“Even more so now that it doesn’t feel like something beyond my control. Know what I mean?” She glanced at him, wondering if he’d felt the change after that last ménage with Grant. The urgency that had driven her toward each of the shifters was gone now. Instead of feeling propelled by an irresistible force, it was normal attraction and affection that propelled her into John’s arms every time.

He nodded. “I want you. But it’s not a compulsion and I don’t feel the same energy building as before.”

“That’s fine with me. I like it this way,” she said. “But I wonder if it would be different if Grant was involved.”

John turned his head on the pillow to gaze at her. “Do you want him to be?”

“Maybe a little. Just for spice. If he came for a visit, I wouldn’t mind inviting him into our bed. What about you?”

She peered into his eyes, trying to read the subtext of what he said. Did he feel threatened by Grant, or secretly aroused by him?

He paused, exhaled, stared at the ceiling. “Well… It wasn’t all bad, I guess, and it would be interesting to see if we build up a charge of energy like before.”

“Or maybe it would just be natural chemistry now.” She rolled to her side to face him and propped her head on her hand. “I have a secret, very hot fantasy about the two of you.” John cocked an eyebrow. “Really?”

“You know how guys love watching two girls make out?” He started shaking his head before she’d even finished. “Not gonna happen.”

“Aw, come on, admit it. All that snarling and fighting between the two of you is foreplay. You might like it better than you think.”

“It’s
not
foreplay,” John denied. “But I’ll make you a deal.
If
he drops by some time, we’ll have another threesome as long as you’re the one in the middle.”

“Not going to argue that.” She reached out and brushed the sweaty strands of hair from his forehead.

Just then, from the far side of the house, the doorbell rang. Before they could rise and dress to answer it, a voice floated down the hall. “Hey, anybody home? I’m back.”

“Aw, Jesus.” John flopped onto the bed, arms outstretched.

“Wow. That’s uncanny,” Sherrie said.

“He has sex radar. Heard you from miles away and came running,” he growled.

Grant appeared in the doorway. “Hi. What’s up? Got room for a third?” Sherrie held out a hand, and he came to join them.

Two months later…

“There’s no coffee.” Grant wandered into the bedroom and gazed at Sherrie and John lying on the bed, entwined together naked. “No coffee,” he repeated. “In the coffeemaker.”

“Jar’s in the cupboard. Make more,” John snapped.

“Or you could come and join us and make the coffee after,” Sherrie offered.

Grant paused, head cocked as if he was weighing his options—coffee or sex—before giving a feral grin and leaping onto the bed beside them. His purring rumble vibrated against her as he wrapped himself around Sherrie’s backside. One of his hands stole across her hip, and he reached for John’s cock.

Sherrie could almost feel him grinning against the back of her neck. He knew it irked John to admit to their attraction. The two shifters were mostly all about pleasuring her, but there was an undeniable element of attraction between them too. Grant chose to play with it, while John tried to ignore it. Sherrie simply enjoyed it. The sight of one of her handsome lovers caressing the other was extremely erotic. And on the rare occasions they kissed, her heart melted at the beautiful sight.

She watched now as Grant stroked John’s thick cock, eliciting a grunt from him. The panther wrapped his long-fingered hand around the other man’s shaft, pulling slowly upward from base to tip. He drew back John’s foreskin and caressed a thumb over the weeping slit in the rounded head. Meanwhile, he rubbed his own erection between Sherrie’s buttocks. The glide of his cock over her anus set the opening twitching. She wanted him inside, filling her tight channel while John fucked her pussy. The pair of them doing her at the same time was a rare experience to be savored. She craved it now with the raging thirst of one who’d been wandering in a desert.

John’s eyes closed and his lips parted as he surrendered to the pleasure of Grant’s massaging hand. He submitted for several moments before opening his eyes and focusing on Sherrie. Lowering his head to her breast, he worried her nipple with his teeth, nipping it in his wolfish way. John’s mauling was just right, neither too rough nor too gentle. He knew how to make her gasp and yelp then sigh in exquisite pleasure.

Sherrie arched her chest toward his mouth, pushed her bottom against Grant’s cock and felt every inch of the hot walls of flesh surrounding her. The hard muscle and smooth skin of John’s back rippled beneath her hands. She grasped his taut buttocks and pulled him toward her, silently asking him for what she craved.

Grant’s warmth disappeared from her back as he rolled toward the nightstand to get the lube. A moment later, she felt his heat again then his fingers, cool and gelled, slipping between her ass cheeks and tickling the rim of her hole.

Sheltered between the men’s big bodies, Sherrie’s desire mounted. She felt their combined heat would melt her until she was no more than a drizzle of sticky honey gluing them together. The crackling supernatural power that had once fused them may have burned out, but every time they had a threesome, it was still a thrilling ride.

John guided his cock to Sherrie’s entrance, impaling her in one strong thrust. He glided easily on a slick of her juices to fill her deeply. She groaned and tilted her face to receive his kiss. His tongue swept around hers, possessing her mouth as his cock did her pussy.

Behind her, Grant slipped one long finger into her hole, stretching the opening with gentle but insistent invasion. He added a second finger, and a ripple of excitement went through her as her muscles clenched around him. So tight, so intense, as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out, going deeper each time.

Now. Now. Both of you now.
Her mindless, frenzied plea for more may have reached Grant. They still had an unspoken mental communication that seemed to bring him down from the mountain for a visit whenever she desired him. As if he heard her now, he replaced his probing fingers with the head of his cock.

While John thrust slowly into her pussy, Grant eased his length into her backside in careful increments. Her sphincter widened to accommodate his girth, burning a little at the extreme stretch. Sherrie moaned quietly then held her breath as he filled her deeper.

John paused in his thrusting, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back. A sheen of sweat glistened on his face, and his eyes were dark slits focused on her and on Grant behind her. She guessed he could feel the other man’s cock inside her through the thin wall of flesh that separated them.

John both disliked and was extremely aroused by sharing her with the panther, who still made his hackles rise. He’d explained that wolves were territorial creatures who tended to be monogamous in their mating. And although he was willing to allow Grant into their bed on occasion, it went against his natural inclination, even while it excited him. Sherrie believed the push-pull of his emotions only enhanced the thrill for John.

Right now he certainly looked excited as he watched Grant’s face and waited for the other man to reach his full depth inside her. Sherrie exhaled, relaxing her muscles to accept Grant’s thickness all the way up her narrow channel. When it seemed he could go no farther, he pushed a little deeper yet, and she cried out. The panther pressed his lips to the side of her neck and murmured something, a wordless, soothing purr of a sound.

For several moments, suspended like a fat water droplet waiting to fall from a faucet, all three of them held utterly still. Sherrie closed her eyes again, reaching out with her other senses to examine every aspect of this union: the incredible heat of the flesh surrounding her, damp skin pressed to hers, hands touching her, cocks filling her completely. Her own body was like the throbbing heartbeat in the center and the three of them were one being.

Then Grant pulled his length from inside her. Sherrie’s body let go reluctantly and he groaned at the friction as he pulled out. When he pushed back in, it was John’s turn to recede, relinquishing territory slowly. The sea-saw motion continued with one man then the other filling her. There was no need for Sherrie to move at all, not to thrust or reach for either of them. They passed her pliant body back and forth between them in a gentle rhythm at first which gradually grew faster.

A low, rumbling growl sounded from deep in John’s chest. His brown eyes gleamed golden, and the hair on Sherrie’s nape rose at the wolfish display. He gritted his teeth and they seemed sharper and longer than normal. He pumped into her harder now and more erratically, not timing his thrusts with Grant’s.

When they both filled her at once, Sherrie cried out at the intense sensation.

Grant hissed near her ear, either a warning to John or from sheer pleasure, and his teeth scored the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She gasped and jerked more from surprise than from pain. Her senses were already overloaded, her body teetering on the brink of orgasm, and Grant’s bite was enough to put her over the edge.

She yelled as her body contracted and stars and fireworks burst in her head. Her climax was so profound, tears stung her eyes.

A yowl of pleasure came from Grant, and he bucked against her once more before holding still and pulsing inside her. John groaned quietly and pumped fast several times before he came too. He held her tight, fingers digging into her hip and his narrowed eyes focused on hers. That was John. He always made that connection with her unless he was fucking her from behind.

Gasping through the tail end of her climax, Sherrie blinked and looked back at him, treasuring their bond which had grown to be much more than a sexual one. She enjoyed playing with Grant, but she was falling in love with John.

They remained frozen in their multiple clench for another moment before Grant disengaged and rolled away from Sherrie, heaving a long breath. “Good,” he groaned.

Sherrie heartily agreed. She remained in John’s embrace with his softening cock inside her for a little longer. Burying her face into the crook of his shoulder, she licked salt from his skin. “Okay?” she whispered, knowing his ambivalent feelings about sharing her with Grant.

He nodded and nuzzled the side of her head. “It’s fine. I know you’re mine,” he murmured back.

She knew it too. Raising her face from his shoulder, she looked into his eyes and saw the unabashed devotion in them. The strength of his commitment rocked her. All the aborted relationships in her life seemed paltry now, and she wondered why she’d wasted tears on any of those men. John was the real deal, a faithful, dedicated man—all right, were-creature—who would stand by her forever.

The longer she knew him, the more she found they had in common. They both liked outdoor activities like hiking, biking and climbing, although John wasn’t overly fond of swimming or boating. “Wolves and water don’t mix,” he’d once told her. He wasn’t a huge fan of the arts, but was happy to go to movies, concerts or plays with her, even though it entailed driving miles to the nearest large city.

Sherrie had found him to be even-tempered and calm, a good balance to her more volatile nature. But most of all she loved the way he simply loved her—unreasoning, elemental emotion without strings attached. She thought this might be their last time with Grant. It was no sacrifice for her to give up their occasional threesomes if that made John more confident of her feelings for him. Grant was sexy as hell, but he wasn’t indispensible to her like John was.