Chapter Six #4
Moe stretched Abby by thrusting his fingers in and out of her hot channel. He leaned forward over her and nipped her right shoulder. Her entire body relaxed as if he hit a switch. This was his mate, and he wanted to learn every inch of her.
On his knees behind Abby he pulled his fingers free. Gently holding the base of his cock he pushed the engorged head inside of her. She came off of Rhys and fisted the comforter with both hands.
“God, you’re huge.” She took a deep breath and lowered her chest to the bed.
“I’ll take it slow.” Moe kept pushing until he was seated inside her to the hilt. He had never been with a woman who was this deep before.
“Only at first, I don’t mind a deep pounding, but you have to work up to it.” Abby looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.
“Will you be able to keep from biting off one of my favorite parts of Rhys?” Moe pulled out and plunged in again. Her quick inhale was followed by a moan.
“I won’t hurt our man, I want him to be able to claim me later too,” Abby said breathlessly.
She came back up on her hands and leaned down to wrap just her lips around Rhys’s swollen head. Moe watched as she teased, licked and nipped at him until Rhys was panting hard.
“Close!” Rhys shouted.
Abby redoubled her efforts and Moe began to pound as deep and as hard as he could.
Abby started to go wild. Moe leaned forward until his torso and chest covered Abby completely.
Above him Rhys shouted and he heard Abby begin to swallow furiously.
When she was done she let Rhys’s spent cock fall from her lips and she struggled for breath as Moe continued to push his way inside her.
When Moe felt his orgasm start to blossom at the base of his cock, he reached underneath Abby and pinched her right nipple hard.
Screaming, she flung her head back exposing the long line of her neck as she came hard.
Moe struck, sinking his canines deep into the tender flesh of her neck.
He felt his soul begin to lift up and merge with Abby’s.
He licked the wound and she let her head fall forward.
Moving faster than he had seen her yet, she pulled away from him.
He slipped from her body. Before the soul merge faded she flipped over on her back and pulled him forward with her legs.
He guided his cock back inside her pulsating cunt and thrust deep.
She came up off the bed until he had no choice but to support her weight with his hands, and she rode him furiously until at last she screamed again and sunk her small canines in the muscles over his heart.
The rest of her soul merged with his, swirled and returned to their bodies.
Breathing hard, Moe pulled out of Abby. He collapsed to the mattress grabbing Rhys with one hand and Abby with the other.
With him in the middle Rhys was cuddled under one arm and Abby under the other.
Rhys leaned forward and kissed Abby, who smiled widely at him. He then kissed Moe.
He could taste Rhys’s come mixed with the remnants of Abby’s blood in the kiss.
Rhys moaned and laid his head on Moe’s chest.
“So, umm my name is Abby.” Abby laughed, then snorted, then snort-laughed.
On the other side of him Rhys laughed as hard as Moe had ever seen him. Moe found himself laughing right along with them.
“Nice to meet you, Abby, my name is Moe Jones. I run the bar here. Rhys and I discovered we were mates nearly a month ago,” Moe finally said when the laughter died down.
“God, I can’t believe I fell into bed with you.” Abby laughed again.
Rhys came up on one elbow. “We were so hot you couldn’t help yourself. There’s no shame in that,” Rhys said with a straight face.
Abby eyed him over Moe’s stomach and giggled, which set Rhys off again. Moe smiled at the ceiling, waiting for the giggles to subside.
“It’s the mating heat, every shifter knows how it can be.” Moe kissed the top of her head.
“Is this how you feel, not claiming me?” Rhys asked.
Moe paused in petting Rhys’s hair and thought of his answer carefully. “Yes and no. Yes, of course the heat is there. But no, since my desire to put what you need first overrides the heat. I couldn’t claim you if it hurt you or set you back,” Moe said.
“Did claiming Abby help?”
Moe thought about it and had to admit the fire had died down.
“I think it did.”
“Happy to help,” Abby quipped.
“Abby, love, I didn’t mean to make you feel like what we did…”
Abby cut Moe off by running her hands down his washboard abs.
“One, I’m not very high maintenance. I’m pretty laid back.
So, unless I am cussing at you or ignoring you, I’m not angry.
It really takes a lot to piss me off, and assuring our mate that he hasn’t hurt you by putting off the claiming of him seems like the loving thing to do.
I would be more pissed off if you were a dick about it.
Two, from the very little you were able to tell me before the clothes were ripped off, Rhys was put through hell.
I am all for whatever efforts helps him, so no worrying about claiming me either, Rhys, I’m sure everything will be okay.
Finally, I have one last request concerning our mating.
As much as I think this apartment is adorable, I don’t think it will be enough for the three of us.
Can we get a real house? I’m a field biologist so I’m going to need an office and maybe some space for a small field lab. ” Abby took a deep breath.
Moe blinked at her.
“I kinda agree with Abby. I wouldn’t mind a house.
Not that I mind the bar, but you only have this one-room studio.
It wasn’t an issue with the two of us, but it’s going to get real cramped in here real quick with three people.
” Rhys kissed on the side of Moe’s neck.
Abby seemed to take her cue from Rhys and started nuzzling the other side of his neck.
Moe lay there and wondered how long he should let them try and convince him before he gave in. When he thought he was at the point where he would be going to hell if he let them continue, he sighed happily and pulled their bodies closer.
“I don’t care where we live as long as we’re together,” he said finally.
“Oh Moe, thank you! I know that I am new to this mating and to town, this means the world to me. I’ve never had my own place before. I move around so much that if I wasn’t on assignment I lived out of my car and stayed with Cassie or Meg or Gray’s place when he was overseas.”
Moe growled low and heard Rhys’s answering hiss.
“Who the hell is Gray?” he demanded.
Abby looked at them and broke into a bright smile.
“You’re both jealous! Oh my god I love it!
No one has ever been jealous of me before.
I mean Camille yeah, she’s hot. But never me.
I’m not pretty enough to be jealous over.
I am so going to fall in love with you guys.
” Abby sighed and laid her head on Moe’s stomach.
Moe looked at Rhys, who was staring up at him. This was the second time their mate alluded to the fact that she wasn’t pretty.
“I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’m glad this is a ménage mating and I have Rhys to help keep other males away from you.” Moe growled.
Abby looked at him shocked. “You really think I’m beautiful?” she whispered, tears in her eyes.
“Yes. To the point I only want you hanging out with the lions, they are mostly gay,” Moe said, frowning.
Abby looked at Rhys who was nodding in agreement. She giggled and kissed his chest. Moe looked at Rhys who was gazing down at Abby with a gentle expression. He bet he had the same dopey look on his face.
“As much as I hate to say this, we’re going to have to go back to the diner. I dropped my backpack there and I’m starving,” Abby said, her head popping up. She stretched and bounced out of bed.
“Come on, slow pokes!” She danced her way to the bathroom, humming happily.
“Does she remind you of…”
“Don’t say it…”
“Rebecca?” Rhys asked.
Moe closed his eyes but was smiling. “She’s our AbbyGirl. Her own rambling lovable self,” Moe said.
“Do we have insurance?” Rhys asked.
Moe groaned and his mate laughed at him. Moe reached for Rhys to punish him but he was too quick.
“Come on, slow poke,” Rhys sang, imitating Abby.
Moe lay in his bed, unable to feel anything from the waist down.
Life was good .