Chapter 5
Lani
I couldn’t get enough of my mate, their scent, their taste; I lapped salty seawater from their collarbone and heard them moan as Nyx did something between their legs to cause it.
From the angle I couldn’t tell, not when Kekoa raised his hips and squirmed, rocking against Nyx’s lips until Nyx pressed their hips to the sand and held them there as he continued pleasuring them.
We’d already come once, but it wasn’t enough, and I was starting to realize why as my tingling tongue lapped another trail over Kekoa’s skin.
Jellyfish.
Yummy, intoxicating jellyfish.
“Mmm, mmm,” Kekoa whined, twisting, surging against me as they nearly bucked free of Nyx’s hold.
They dragged me across their body, forcing me to stop licking and kiss them again. The grip they had on my hair stung; it was so tight, each writhing buck sending pinpricks of pain-pleasure through my body.
The best sensation in the world.
They poured their pleasure into the kiss as they came, whining and shuddering. I swallowed several of their pleas as we were dragged a few inches along the sand, and another, louder one as we were rocked by the force of Nyx’s thrust as he entered them.
We were both going to be driven insane by lust due to acute jellyfish intoxication, and I was perfectly okay with that.
I just wished I was the one inside Kekoa right now because kissing them wasn’t nearly enough.
It turned out it wasn’t enough for Kekoa either, as they whined and cried out more.
I had an idea, but maneuvering us there wouldn’t be easy, not with Nyx looming over us, sweat and seawater dripping on my back and shoulder as he thrust into Kekoa.
“Nyx,” I gasped.
He just grunted as our mate clung to me and shuddered, once again demanding more!
“I know, I’m trying,” I panted as I managed to catch hold of Nyx’s hair, yanking hard, which just made Nyx growl and change his pace to shorter, sharper thrusts.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Kekoa cried.
It wasn’t what I’d been going for, but it sure as hell felt like it was working because Kekoa started trembling, their grip on me growing more punishing as their kisses grew out of control.
My fingers were still snarled in Nyx’s hair as they came within moments of each other while I was still hard as hell and desperate to claim some part of Kekoa’s body for my own.
Unfortunately, Nyx collapsing half on top of me while Kekoa clutched me close meant I was the filling in an exhausted mate sandwich and not in the best of ways.
Having one arm was a disadvantage on the best of days, but when one of my mates weighed over two hundred pounds of solid muscle and was dead weight to boot, it meant utter defeat.
All I could do was ease my fingers out of Nyx’s hair and nudge his shoulder, not that it prompted him to do more than moan.
Oh no, moaning was not what I wanted to hear, even an exhausted one, because all it did was make my cock throb.
“You both suck,” I grumbled.
When Kekoa shifted his hips slightly, causing his hip to rub against my cock, I groaned in utter frustration.
Gasping, I felt Nyx’s hand slide over my ass and squeeze lightly, fingers ghosting over the crease of my ass.
At this point, I was beyond caring if I was going to fuck or be fucked; I just wanted to get off like they had.
“I can, but you’ll have to turn over,” Kekoa muttered.
“Can’t move with the heaviest sea turtle in the universe sprawled on me,” I grumbled as Nyx’s finger grazed my crease again. “Not helping.”
“The help department is closed right now,” Nyx mumbled. “If you’d like to leave your name, number, and a brief message detailing the nature of your call, I’ll get back to you at my earliest possible convenience.”
“Which will be never because you never check your voicemail!” I snapped.
“There could be some truth to that,” he replied, trying and failing to sit up, which just meant I had a moment to draw in a full breath before I was somewhat squished again.
“This is truly getting sad,” I sighed and pressed my forehead against Kekoa’s as they giggled.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I asked them, well aware of how huffy I sounded.
“Him inadvertently tormenting you is kind of amusing,” they admitted.
“You know you suck, don’t you?” I complained.
“I said I would if you’d roll over and climb further up me.”
“Which I’d do if our mate wasn’t so damned heavy.”
“Kind of your own fault, isn’t it?” They shot back, giggling again. “Since you do all the cooking. Isn’t that what you told me?”
“Only because two kitchen fires in six months were excessive enough to get him banned from using the stove,” I replied, sighing as my cock finally began to soften, our conversation helping clear the fog of lust from my brain while leaving me with a serious case of blue balls in the process.
“They weren’t small fires either. The wall behind the stove has had to be replaced twice because of him. ”
“Damn, that’s almost as bad as the time I tried to make homemade chicken tenders and nearly burned down my first apartment,” Kekoa said.
“Please tell me your cooking skills have improved since then.” I groaned.
“Umm, does only scorching a counter and a few minor grease fires count?”
Sighing, I thunked my forehead against their chest. “You know what? You can consider yourself banned from the oven too.”
More giggling; apparently they thought that was the funniest thing in the world while I sat there trying to sort out what I might have done in a previous life for the fates to have blessed me with two mates who couldn’t cook.
“Fair,” they said as I raised my head to gaze down into their prismatic emerald eyes.
Sunlight made them shimmer, bringing out the faint purple lines embedded in them.
Interesting, it seemed like hair wasn’t the only way a jellyfish’s colors were displayed.
I kissed the tip of their nose and brushed the hair back from their forehead, longing to see what it looked like with that flat shade of brown stripped away.
“We’ve got an awesome seven-function Ninja machine that does everything,” Nyx said, interrupting the moment. “I’m at least allowed to touch that. All I have to do is set it right, and everything comes out perfectly.”
“As long as you promise to supervise,” Kekoa replied. “I haven’t had the best of luck keeping microwaves and other appliances alive.”
Nyx chuckled at that and finally managed to sit up enough to brush his sandy hair out of his eyes. “You’re not the only one, though so far, I haven’t fucked up the Ninja.”
“Shocked you’re not banned from the kitchen entirely,” they said, sliding their other arm around me to tug me higher up their body.
“Oh, I probably would be if the table wasn’t in it.”
“In all fairness, we only got the damned thing because someone pointed out that we were probably too old to be eating on TV trays. I have never felt so shamed in my life,” I complained, hoping to garner some sympathy from my mate since it was clear they weren’t turned on and needy anymore.
“How, um, how old are you guys anyway?” they asked.
So much for sympathy.
“Walked right into that, didn’t you, Lani?” Nyx said. “Always leaping without weighing the consequences, but now you’re going to have to own up to it.”
“You’re a year older than I am,” I remarked.
“Technicalities.”
The whole time we were going back and forth, Kekoa lay beneath me giggling.
“Thirty-seven,” I grumbled, since Nyx wasn’t any help.
“Which makes him thirty-eight,” Kekoa replied. “Almost old enough for grandpa jokes.”
“Seriously?” Nyx said. “You’re gonna go there?”
“I mean, where else did you expect me to go after a lead-in like that? I thought you were gonna say almost fifty or something, at which point I was going to tell you that you were fuckin’ hot for senior citizens and that island living truly must agree with you.
That or all the salt was doing a hell of a job keeping you preserved. ”
I don’t know who started laughing first, but the sound of ours together was as wild and rolling as the ocean waves lapping against the shore beside us. I was going to love listening to us fill our home with more for as long as the fates allowed.
“Fine, fine, we’re not dinosaurs, but something tells me we’re considerably older than you,” Nyx said as he flopped in the sand beside Kekoa and splayed his hand across Kekoa’s abs.
I tangled my fingers with his as I scooted off our mate to lie on the other side of them.
“Depends on what you consider considerably,” Kekoa said.
“More than ten years,” Nyx said.
“There would be some truth to that.”
“How much truth?” I asked.
“Ten plus two,” they replied.
“That’s a lot of truth,” Nyx replied as I lay there digesting the fact that our mate was twenty-six years old.
“But not too much,” Kekoa said.
“No, not too much,” I replied.
“Good, I was beginning to worry that you wouldn’t be able to keep up with me.”
“Really?” Nyx said, our eyes meeting over our mate's body.
“I know there are two of you and all,” they teased. “And tag team action is hot as hell, but…”
We tackled them before they could continue, only to discover that our mate was ticklish as hell and as squirmy in their human form as they were in their jellyfish one.
Somehow, they wiggled out from between us and floundered through the sand to reach the surf before they stumbled and landed on their ass in a foot of water, laughing as the tide tugged them off balance even further as it rolled out.
They wound up on their back with their feet in the air, floundering, the furthest thing from graceful, unlike when they were in their jellyfish form.
Though there had been a moment when they’d been swirled around in the current and washed against a rock, where his tentacles had been flailing, much as their arms were now as they struggled to right themselves.