2. The Seven - Vampire, Panther & Wolf
Aleiraah
After another chaotic day dealing with troubled supernaturals, I’m headed toward my private quarters. Rozalin had informed me earlier that Ispahan is bringing his mates in two months time during the full moon. I only hope he doesn’t spiral in the meantime.
My footsteps echo in the corridors of the sprawling mansion I share with my seven husbands.
Hah! And I was throwing proverbial stones at Ispahan for once having an overflowing harem!
I've been married to seven hotter-than-lava males for around a decade. To say that it's been an interesting journey so far is putting it mildly.
Never thought matrimony was my thing—with my sky-high commitment issues—but my seven husbands, who I like to think of as my chosen mates, wore me down with relentless charm and obsessive persistence.
They convinced me to marry them after winning my heart. I love them to distraction and they adore me.
At times it feels a bit unreal since I ended up marrying a vampire, a dragon, a wolf, a fallen angel, a panther, a demon, and a fae! Polyamory like ours is practically unheard of in Mytherra.
Walking past murals of the realm's factions, I pull down my waist-length red hair, dismantling the intricate crown my handmaid, Helida, forced me into this morning.
The fox-shifter had insisted on the style to make me look regal and ‘tame my oozing carnal appeal’—her words, not mine. Unfortunately, no amount of styling can fully mask my succubus allure, which still invites far too many unwanted, lecherous overtures.
However, I believe Ispahan truly loves his mates, as he remains unaffected till date.
I enjoy my sexuality, after all, that's my inherent nature. But what I despise is people falling over themselves trying to get my attention. Can't fully blame them though, the succubae allure makes everyone its bitch!
Crossing the ceiling-high waterfalls cascading over smoky glass panels, I'm too exhausted to notice the beauty, craving only a cuddle with my honey-buns.
It’s a little draining, listening to the woes of troubled souls for a full day. I desperately need a recharge.
Hearing faint sounds of growling and I hasten my steps. Stepping into the circular common area, I notice an onyx panther in a paw-lock with a silver wolf, butting their heads.
Oh no! What happened now?
As soon as they sense my presence, they break their wrestling match and head toward me in a rush of silent paws and shiny furs.
I go down on my knees immediately nuzzling them both.
The muted golden rosettes on my panther mate gleam in the overhead ceiling lamps as I stroke his bristly head. He nuzzles my neck in turn.
"Your whiskers tickle, Silas!" I giggle just as my wolf mate gives me a long chin to forehead lick on my right. "Noooo, Archie!" I laugh.
"Bad wolf!" I grab a handful of buttery soft silver fur and try to put him in a headlock of my own, but they both tackle me to the ground, playfully continuing with their antics.
Just as Archie starts licking my neck, heading toward my cleavage, I get picked up by a pair of strong pale arms into a cool embrace.
"Ah! Found you! For a moment there you got buried beneath all that fur." Rumbles a deep voice filled with amusement.
I look into the bright red eyes of my vampire mate, Rhazien Bladeblood. "Zien! My hero. Silas and Archie ambushed me!"
His dark hair with a roguish curl falling on his forehead shines almost blue black in the ambient light. I can't help but sigh.
One of his wickedly sharp fangs gleams as he gives me a rueful smile. "The entire day Silas and Archer have been in a mood, Love. Can't help themselves with the Veilmoon looming closer."
“Wait, when’s the Veilmoon?” I ask, frowning.
“A couple of months from now.” Zien replies with a bewildered smile and realization strikes.
Hiccuping Hydras! Ispahan’s ménage à trois is going to visit on the day of the Veilmoon?
Zahara specifically requested the date, believing its energy will favor the discussion. I should have known. Butterfly shifters favor rare cosmic events far too much for my liking. Now it’d look bad if I ask to postpone.
Once every few decades, a rare blood-red Veilmoon rises with a potent, silvery-pink glow.
It triggers volatile, unpredictable effects across Mytherra.
Shifters lose control for weeks prior, witches and warlocks experience massive power spikes.
Demons suffer a surging hunger for twisted pleasure, cruelty and domination.
Succubi and incubi especially radiate irresistible auras, sparking spontaneous orgies.
Meanwhile, the fae are forced to speak unvarnished truths, while divine beings find their divinity fractured by rising pride and wrath.
And some vampires even gain vivid visions or memories from their blood-hosts.
Zien carries me to the plush cream sectional sofa and plops down with me on his lap. "You seem grumpy. How was your day, Love?" He tucks a stray curl behind my ear.
"It was so hectic, Zien. It started with the burrito-esque Nephilim King, and then proceeded to anxious pixies who want to escape from their mothers-turned-matchmakers, sirens with communication breakdown between spouses with all the sing-speak, and finally brownies with marriage anniversary problems. I desperately need a cuddle!
" The words rush out of me in a single breath.
By the end of my rant, both Silas and Archie have settled themselves on either side of Zien on the sofa.
"My poor Love, let us make it better." Zien slowly brushes his lips against mine, coaxing his tongue into my mouth.
I tangle my fingers in my furry beaus' coats as our kiss deepens.
The silk of his shirt brushes softly against my skin as I lean into Zien.
The wispy curl of his desire seeps into me, melting away the tension that had built up during the day.
I feel his leather encased thigh muscles flex beneath my butt and the hardness of his cock against my hip. Giving a few lazy sucks to his tongue, I come up for air. I bet my pupils are blown, the aquamarine barely visible.
"Where are the others?" I kiss Silas's furry forehead then rub my cheek against Archie's soft fur.
Zien scrapes his fang against the arch of my neck as he informs me about everyone's whereabouts. "Ifrinn was summoned by his father. Should be back by nightfall."
I can’t help but grimace at that tidbit. The hell-side visits always leave Rinn a bit morose.
Zien chuckles, "Bazrosh is probably in the library buried under tomes. Alistair and Azael have gone out to inspect a crop failure issue that the head of the gnome community reported. They should also be back soon. Are you feeling any better, Love?" He presses a soft kiss to my neck.
Feeling a little guilty, I trace my thumb across his high cheekbone. He's always careful with me. Putting forward my needs ahead of his own, even though he must be ravenous now, indicated by his ruby red eyes.
Have I been neglecting his hunger?
I push the thought away and arch my neck even more in a silent invitation.
"Are you sure, Love? I can wait."
Maybe he can, but I don't want him to suffer more than he already has. Once he feeds from me, his eyes will automatically change to a clear gray.
"I'm sure." It's as if my consent breaks his restraint, his fangs sink into my neck with surprising speed and he moans while taking deep pulls of my blood. If I were to define the feeling of instant ecstasy it'd be Zien's bite.
I clutch at Archie's fur even tighter as Silas uses one of his shiny claws to rip my organza gown right down the middle along with my panties, exposing my breasts, navel, and pussy all in one go.
"Naughty Kitty!" I gasp as Silas purrs deeply.
Rubbing his rounded ear I say chidingly, "Be prepared to face Helida's wrath tomorrow since you destroyed one of her favorite designs."
The gown was indeed beautiful with tiny cream roses embroidered all over mint green organza silk, and favored by my current brownie handmaid, Helida.
Archie, not to be excluded from the fun, rumbles deep within his chest and nudges forward, licking my waist. I shiver at the soft lapping sensation.
Zien's fingers inch toward my lap, and slowly he starts rubbing my tiny nub, that shoots a zing of pleasure down my spine.
I let out a surprised yelp as Silas buries his nose against my stomach, his whiskers prickling the soft skin.
He licks the opposite curve of my waist, his rough, textured tongue making me squirm.
I clutch at Archie's fur even tighter, feeling a little dizzy from the blood draw. I might have made a sound of protest, because Zien's fangs retreat from my neck. He slowly licks the bite, healing it, then kisses it softly.
"I'm full, Love. Delicious as always.” He nuzzles against my skin. “Silas and Archer are impatient. They should have their fun too." He looks at me with hooded clear gray eyes and chuckles. "Spread those lovely thighs for me. I need to be inside you."
Too aroused to form a thought, I eagerly part my legs as Zien plunges two fingers inside, pressing them deep.
“Hmm, so wet for me.” He rubs his fingers inside my pussy with maddening slowness.
He tightens his arm around my waist as I almost arch off his lap, mouth parting on a moan. Silas licks the sensitive soft skin behind my knee and Archie laps at my neck making my head fall back. I love the sensory overload, my nipples tightening to the point of pain.
The wet sloppy noises we’re making sound obscene. I grind my pussy onto Zien's fingers as he thumbs my clit roughly. On the brink of climaxing, everything stops. I open my eyes ready to bitchslap each of them when a loud slap lands on my clit.
Thwap!
I cry out in pleasure, going off like an arrow shot from a bow, gushing all over Zien's lap. They coordinated my climax!
Sneaky buggers!
"What was that for?" I complain when I'm able to speak again. Zien cups my tingly pussy in his big palm as Silas and Archie nuzzle my stomach with an occasional lick.
"Tickles!" Thrashing, I try to wriggle free but Zien holds me tight, massaging my pussy with his warm palm.
"You’re reeking of that nephilim bastard. So they’re licking you to cover you with their scents. And I couldn't help but punish you a little, myself. That fucker has two mates, yet he hounds your heels."
"Oh, come on!" I huff. "You know it's not like that. Ispahan’s not drawn to my allure. He just hugged me and howled, while throwing a mantrum. He was sad and I felt bad for him."
"You're too soft-hearted at times. I get it, Love, but as your mates, it just throws our instincts into overprotective mode."
Silas and Archie huff and snort, expressing solidarity. I give them a stinky side-eye.
"Enough about that fucker. You came so beautifully, gushing all over me." Zien runs his nose against my slightly pointy ear, drawing a hum of pleasure. He watches me hungrily with those slumberous gray eyes and I can’t help but preen a little.
My gaze drops to his beautiful erect cock leaking pearly precum, and I lick my lips in anticipation.
He pinches my clit between his knuckles with a wicked grin, and it throbs deliciously.
My breath hitches as he grabs the back of both my knees and maneuvres me in such a way that I’m facing the doorway.
He positions me over his thick long shaft, and I’m pleasantly buzzed from feeding off of the desires of my mates, waiting to be impaled.
Resting against Zien, I don't notice the dragon leaning against the doorway at first. But a lazy smile forms on his perfectly pink lips as he catches my eye.