51. Quin
Watching as Simon manhandles my mate upright in his arms, the muscles in his back and ass flexing as he pumps into her, is quite the erotic display. I keep waiting for jealousy to flood through me, for the desire to tear her out of his arms and erase his touch and scent by stamping my own back over and reclaim her to appear, but it doesn’t. If anything, my tiger is lounging around, calm, content, and happy that—finally—all is right in his world.
I continue to lazily stroke my cock, the gentle texture of my spines massaging along my palm in a hypnotic rhythm. I ache to join them both, yet I’m loathe to interrupt. There’s a beautiful poetry in the way that Simon and Izzy move together, and I think she was correct in possibly unlocking a new kink. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think I’d enjoy anyone else watching her like this, but if it’s just the three of us?
Fuck yes.
I drop my head back as a surge of warmth and strength pulses down the bond, spreading around my chest and resonating through my entire body. My eyelids lower, pushing me into darkness, but what is waiting for me there takes my breath away.
Tálstrom draws my attention first, his massive presence almost overshadowing that of Simon. Tál glows a gold-tinged crimson, while Simon is encompassed with ruby-tipped gilt. Their bonds are so bright it hurts, and they twist and loop their way through the air as they dance their way toward where I’m standing. My own tiger lurks behind me, a shimmer of green strands erupting from my torso and wrapping around him and me both, before streaming out to meet Simon’s.
Their convergence is almost violent in appearance, a roiling cloud of multi-colored lightning churning and boiling, casting shadows everywhere before fully enveloping the other person standing there.
Izzy has never looked so beautiful, or so perfect.
Her hair is a scarlet nimbus surrounding her head, her curls spread out in a halo in the air. Her eyes are mesmerizing, glowing with the brilliance of polished emeralds. Her skin takes on a gilded luster, as though every inch of her has been painted with gold dust.
The bond linking us all together tugs, and I open my eyes and stand. My cock throbs and bounces as I cross to the bed, crawling to take up position behind Izzy’s limp body. Simon has her braced within his arms, holding her upright and close to his chest. His eyes snap open as I stroke a finger down over Izzy’s shoulder and along her spine, the churning color indicating that both he and Tálstrom are present in the moment. His mouth is coated with Izzy’s blood, yet his mating bite has already scabbed over on her neck, continuing to heal before my very eyes.
“Izzy,” I murmur in her ear, sucking down her new scent and shuddering over the flavors, “are you still with us, mate?”
“Mmmm,” comes her slurred response, and she cracks one eye to stare at me blearily.
“Do you feel up to more loving, my beautiful Bel?” I continue, using my lips to nibble along the shell of her ear, feeling her response not only with my flesh, but deep in my soul thanks to our bond.
“Simon, are you happy to start sharing now, or do you want me to wait a little longer before joining in?”
Simon brushes his fingers over Izzy’s cheeks, wordlessly checking in on her and discerning her thoughts. Sensing the same response as me, he nods, loosening his hold on her. Izzy tilts back as she slips from Simon’s grasp, but I’m there to prevent her from falling. Her shoulders meet my chest and I suck in a deep breath at the connection sizzling between the three of us.
It burns through me, erasing any lingering traces of doubt I may have had about our new dynamic.
It binds the three of us together in a circuit of understanding and acceptance.
It feels like home.
It feels like forever.
I caress my hands over Izzy’s body, taking my time to explore and provoke her pleasure. Simon’s eyes roll back in his head as I cup Izzy’s breasts in my palms and tweak her nipples, and I realize he’s still sheathed inside her.
I want that.
I pause for a moment, mentally debating whether I’m actually about to suggest what I want. I know they accept me, but I’m still hit with a burst of uncertainty. The changes in my relationships with Izzy and Simon are new enough that I’m still coming to grips with them all.
“I want inside you, Izzy. I want inside your pussy,” I growl, grabbing onto Simon’s wrist as he moves. He halts his movements, his brows furrowed in a silent question.
“I want inside your pussy at the same time as Simon. I want you holding us both tightly inside you as we drive you wild and mad. I want to not only fuck you, but to do it while Simon’s filling your tight pussy alongside me.”
Izzy moans and dips her head in a single nod. Simon groans and jerks his hips up in response to Izzy’s reaction, grappling for my own wrist and drawing my hand down to where their bodies are joined.
“Feel,” he instructs me, “feel how much she loves that idea for yourself. Fuck, Quin. She keeps strangling my cock and dripping all over it whenever you speak. Slick yourself up and get in here before she sucks my cum from my dick and I pass out!”
I slide my hand along Izzy’s lips, the mix of her arousal and Simon’s cum leaking out of her slicking over my fingers, and I use it all to lube up my cock, hopefully coating it enough to ease my entry.
I move Izzy back toward Simon, resting her on his chest. He bands his arms around her and lifts her from his lap. He doesn’t pull out completely, just enough to make it easier for me to notch the tip of my cock at her entrance, slowly easing my way inside her as both Simon and I stretch her open around us.
The sensation is one I’ve never experienced before, and now that I have, sex is never gonna feel the same again.
Izzy’s pussy is so tight like this, stuffed full of cock and still gripping and rippling over and around us. What’s the most intriguing part, though, is the feel of Simon’s cock, studded and textured with his own brand of spines, moving against mine. I’ve never felt them like this, and it’s strange.
Not bad strange.
Addictivestrange.
I’d always thought that the extra additions on my cock, while providing me extra sensation, were primarily there to stimulate my partner. However, the way Simon’s spines press and rub over my turgid flesh blasts my nerve endings into the stratosphere. The resulting sensations our combined spurs cause ricochet through my body, and my balls draw up tight. It takes the pain caused by me biting down hard on my inner cheek to regain control, the coppery tang of my blood spreading across my tongue.
“Oh, fuck me, Isobel! I’m not gonna last. This just feels too fucking good.”
Simon shifts, and all of a sudden, he jerks his hips. There’s not enough room inside Izzy to thrust like usual, not if I don’t want to follow his lead.
Except I do.
I wait for Simon’s cock to drag along mine in a short, downward stroke, then mimic his rhythm. We can’t offset each other, not yet, so we instead move as one, surging upward and filling Izzy with each combined thrust.
It doesn’t take us long before she’s screaming, her juices gushing down over our cocks and making our glide a little easier. All it does is send Simon and I tumbling over the edge of the same abyss Izzy just launched into.
It takes us all several minutes to come back to earth, our bodies tangled in an exhausted, satiated heap on the bed. By some miracle, while we’ve made a mess of the blankets, we’ve managed to keep it contained to the very top one. Another miracle is that Arina is still slumbering away in her nursery, our antics not disturbing her in the slightest.
I’m the first to move, gingerly withdrawing from the Izzy’s slick sheath, my spent cock glistening with our combined cum. My racing heartbeat gradually slows, as does my breathing. Movement next to me turns out to be Simon drawing away from Izzy and me, rolling clumsily to his feet before staggering toward the bathroom.
“I’ll get a shower running, then come back and help Izzy inside. Quin, can you strip the blanket from the bed and just bundle it to one side before you join us, please? Arina will probably be waking soon for her next feed. We can sort it all out then.”
I silently follow Simon’s request, not feeling offended or ornery at being given these tasks instead of tending to our mate. I know he’s not trying to posture or jostle for position; there’s no sense of competition between us. It’s one of the oddest, yet at the same time most natural feelings I’ve ever experienced. If this is what having another non-sexual or romantic mate is like, I’m honestly surprised more shifters—and even humans—don’t embrace the poly lifestyle more often.
Then again, people are inherently selfish beings. Maybe this kind of thing won’t work with everyone, especially when insecurities and personalities come into play. After all, how many fated mates would be willing to share under normal circumstances?
I guess for Simon, Izzy, and me, normal is just a setting on the dryer.