Chapter 11
Leo
“Is there a time limit,” I groaned, as I ran my fingers through Maverick’s hair and tugged just enough to get him to quit licking and nipping my neck long enough for me to kiss him.
“Time limit for what?” Briar moaned, lips vibrating against the other side of my neck, sending a wonderful series of shivers through my body.
“How long we have to wait for the biting Maverick was talking about?” I hissed as he started licking behind my ear.
“It’s completely up to the two of you,” Briar replied.
“So, if I say bite me…” I asked, wishing I could see his face, but damn could I feel him chuckling.
“You can’t say it,” Maverick explained in between kissing along my jaw. “You have to demand it.”
I thought about opening my mouth to do just that, when it dawned on me what Maverick meant. Briar needed us wound up first, so wound up that when he did sink his teeth in, it would be all pleasure we experienced, and no pain.
“Got it,” I muttered, sighing as Briar lightly scraped a tooth over my skin.
It felt different, sharper. I realized then that he wasn’t talking typical love bites, that was a fang I felt, wicked and razor sharp. It hit me then that the kind of messy they were referring to was going to involve blood as well as cum.
Was I down for that?
I waited for red flags to start waving behind my eyes as I melted into another of Maverick’s kisses, but all I heard was the voice in my head screaming go, go, go.
Then I smelled it.
A mix of sweet and spicy that enveloped me.
Curiosity gripped me and I slid a hand under Maverick’s shirt to feel the warmth of his skin, silky smooth beneath my palm. As soon as I traced a fingertip over his side, he sucked in a breath, shuddered, then started giggling.
“Oh really?” I muttered. “Is some kitty ticklish.”
Instead of waiting for him to answer, I did it again, getting all my fingers involved. The response was instantaneous. Gasping, he squirmed, giggles turning to laughter as he tried to escape my clutches, not that I intended to let him.
“Some kitty is very ticklish,” Briar concurred, not that his confirmation was needed with all the laughter spilling from Maverick, along with more of that sweet, delicious scent.
The spicy came from Briar, when he slid his arms around me and tugged me away from our writhing mate. “Is tickling him really how you want to spend your night?”
“Depends,” I asked, tipping my head back to gaze up at him.
“On what?” he asked, lips inches away from mine.
“If it helps me get his clothes off him so I can tickle him with my tongue.”
“Hmmm,” he murmured, before treating me to a searing kiss.
Reaching up, I caught a handful of his hair and gave a gentle tug, only to feel him grow harder where his cock was pressed against my backside.
I should have known he’d find a way to retaliate, drawing a whine from me when his hand slid over my abs, then higher, to pinch a nipple and twist until I whined.
“I’ll let you tickle him with your tongue, for a price,” he growled when he broke the kiss.
“H-how much?”
“Your clothes. All of them.”
“Deal.”
“Can I make a deal too?” Maverick asked, the glow of the fire making the ends of his long, pale hair shimmer.
“And what kind of deal would you like to make?” I asked as I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it off over my head.
“Whoever comes last gets to watch the other get claimed,” Maverick said, the tricky bastard.
Puffing up, I put my hands on my hips and stared at him. “What kind of a deal is that? Now I don’t know if I’m supposed to do my best to get you off first, or torment you and refuse to let you come.”
“I know, right, isn’t it the best deal ever?”
Sputtering, I could only kneel there and shake my head at him while Briar laughed like a hyena who’d sucked down a half-pound of sugar. “I-I don’t even know what to say to that.”
“Say yes, so we can get on with the fun,” Briar cackled.
Whipping my head around, I shot him what I hoped was a fierce look, not that it had any effect on him, he just kept on smiling.
“Fine, if that’s the way you two wanna play it, then game on,” I grumbled. “I’ve got one condition though.”
“Anything if it gets someone’s hands back on me again,” Maverick replied.
“You’ll get my tongue as soon as I get what I want,” I told him, and stuck my tongue out at him for good measure.
“I’m with Mav,” Briar said. “You can have whatever you want, however you want it.”
“I want to watch you strip one another, slowly,” I told them. “To a song I’m going to pick out for you.”
Maverick’s tongue poked out, running over his upper lip, that sticky sweet smell of his growing thicker, and I knew exactly what it was.
I could feel my lower belly tightening, a warmth spreading through me that I knew was the start of my heat, just like I knew Maverick was on the verge of his kicking in.
Which had to mean.
Oh shit.
I’d never been with an alpha in rut, never even smelled one, until now. That spicy scent rolling off Briar…oh it was about to be on.
Now ‘when you two are ready’, took on yet another meaning.
I was far from being a virgin, but I’d never shared my heat with an alpha. Hell, I didn’t even have any alpha friends I’d wanted to trust in that capacity. I’d rarely even dated any. Had I known, deep down, that none of them were right for me?
Staring at my mates as they climbed to their feet and stood in front of the crackling fireplace, flames dancing behind them, I realized the answer to that was yes.
Something had always held me back. Always made me pick a relationship apart until every nagging, halfway annoying little thing about them was blown completely out of proportion inside my head.
Looking up at these two as they waited for me to pick the song, I felt like I’d known them forever, while my heart clenched with fear at the thought of ever letting either of them go.
They could snore the roof off the place, fart like they were hot boxing the bed, hell, they could walk around dripping flour and cookie crumbs everywhere and I knew I’d just laugh, shake my head, and kiss the hell out of them.
Mates.
Yeah. I was starting to get that it was more than just a word. It was destined to be my everything.
I told the smart speaker to play Let’s Get It On because dammit all, I was more than ready to get it on now that they were staring with rapt attention, still and silent like the predators they were.
The moment those opening notes hit, Maverick’s eyes widened and that pink tongue poked out again as his shoulders started to sway.
Briar was all hips and flowing hair as he started moving around Mav, neither of them reaching for their clothes, or each other’s.
Instead, my kitties flipped the script on me as they swayed in my direction.
Stalked was truly more like it.
Graceful, purposeful, sinfully seductive steps accompanied by soulful, if not slightly off-key singing as Briar crooked his finger at me, while Maverick reached for my hand, pulled me in between them.
I’d planned to watch them bathed in firelight from my seat in our blanket nest, but holy shit, up close was so much better.
My body caught the rhythm as we moved around one another, touching and petting with slow, languid movements.
Briar caught my gaze over Maverick’s shoulder and held it as he reached for the hem of Maverick’s shirt and started easing it up, teasing me with that first strip of skin and smoldering, fuck me eyes.
There was that tongue again. Maverick licked his upper lip and cocked his head to the side as he tipped it back, one of Briar’s finger’s trailing down the column of Maverick’s neck, the other slowly working that shirt up to give me a bit more skin.
Briar dragged his hand from Maverick’s neck, down the center of his body, stretching his fingers out so one brushed over his nipple and made him moan and close his eyes.
He never lost his rhythm though, not even when Briar trailed his fingers lower, gripping the hem of his shirt with both hands now to peel it up and over Maverick’s head.
As soon as the shirt was discarded, Maverick lowered his arm, but only enough to hook one behind Briar’s neck, while Briar splayed one hand across his abs as they swiveled their hips in slow circles.
Fucking hell, they were hot moving together that way.
This song was forever going to be known as the mating dance.
Piece by piece they alternated, Briar’s shirt going next, then Maverick’s sleep pants, which revealed that he was naked underneath.
When Maverick slid to his knees in front of Briar and rubbed his face over the bulging front of Briar’s pants, I could tell he was primed and ready to kick things into the claiming stage.
Maverick claimed his underwear right along with his sleep pants, then showed off a flexibility I certainly lacked, when he bent backwards, still on his knees, to spin Briar’s pants over his head like a lasso, before tossing them across the room.
I expected Briar to help him back to his feet, not to drop down to his knees beside him, my two naked, beautiful mates slowly beginning to crawl towards me.
The look in their eyes was pure lust. Briar came at me from the right, Maverick from the left, sliding their hands up my legs when they reached me.
Peering down at them, I couldn’t wait for them to peel off my sleep pants, hoping they’d both enjoy what I had on underneath.
Of course, those two flirty kitties decided to continue the show they’d been putting on for me.
First, they met my gaze, then they leaned in to share a filthy kiss, cheeks deliberately brushing over my crotch as they made out, still gripping my pants, holding me in place so I couldn’t do anything but feel and run my fingers through their hair, moaning as they broke their kiss.
They yanked my sleep pants down while my head was still reeling, their twin gasps yanking me right back into the moment and their eyes, gleaming, as they stared at what I wore.
“Ohhhh,” Maverick moaned, rubbing his face against the royal purple lace. “Leo, you’ve been holding out on us. How come the only underwear you come out of the bathroom in is boy shorts?”
“Technically, these are boy shorts,” I pointed out, deliberately toying with him even as I continued to pet his hair.
“Only by the barest of technicalities,” Briar murmured, nudging Maverick over so he could rub his cheek against them.
“I wanna feel,” Maverick replied, nudging him right back.
Not only did he rub, but he mouthed at the cloth too, running his tongue against it, occasionally reaching skin in between the woven bits of lace. Then he doubled down and started purring. “Sssssofttttt.”
“You’re hogging all the Leo,” Briar grumbled, but there was no heat to it, just humor and the slightest bit of snark.
“Mayyyybe,” Maverick replied, purring again. “But damn he looks hot in lace.”
“The only question now is just how long you’re going to leave it on me,” I groaned, because those purrs against my cock were starting to vibrate lower and I could feel the slick began to trickle out of me.
“At least until someone moves and lets me torment you myself,” Briar grumbled, gently nudging him again.
This time Maverick didn’t resist, he just gave Briar the room to not only nuzzle but slip his fingers beneath the leg of those lacy boy shorts to find the wet opening beneath my cock and graze his fingertips over the folds.
My knees shook, I was so turned on and desperate to spread my legs so he could touch further, but Maverick’s hand on my hip, and Briar’s free hand on my other hip, kept me upright until they could peel them off.
I was so slick and ready for Briar to claim me that I nearly tripped stepping out of those lacy boy shorts.
Once again, my mates kept me from landing on my ass.
Instead, Briar gently tugged me to sprawl beside him, while Maverick found a way to wiggle between my legs, pink tongue darting out to tease over his upper lip again, the moment our eyes met.
I knew where he was headed, and more than welcomed what he intended to do as he licked up my leg, slowly inching towards my throbbing dick and dripping opening.
Damnit, he’d flipped the script on me again.
I was supposed to be licking him, not that I intended to point that out.
“Hell yeah,” I groaned, as Maverick got his first taste of me while I whined and raised my hips in offering as Briar added his fingers to Maverick’s tongue. “Let the mating begin.”