Chapter Eight
Elias
I’m relieved when Maisey and Branson reappear from the shadows. Branson seems energized and his eyes are full of something I haven’t seen before. Hope?
Or is he in love with Maisey?
He’s close to her, his arm around her as he speaks into her ear. I’ve never seen him with anyone else this way, let alone a woman. She laughs and leans closer, resting her hand on his chest for a moment. The gesture is both intimate and relaxed. I presume that means the blood-drawing went well.
They approach me and Maisey sets her hand between my ears and pets me. “I hope you didn’t get too cold waiting for us.”
Her touch and the genuine care in her voice calms me and I breathe out long and slow, my breath hanging in the air.
“All good,” Branson says to me and shucks off his pants.
As always, my attention is drawn to his beautiful cock. He’s well hung with heavy balls and dark wiry pubic hair. Lust tightens my belly and I know any resolve I have for resisting him is weakening as fast as a snowball melts on a hot stove.
“I’ll shift and we’ll get back to Maisey’s apartment.” He shoves the pants between two rocks. No doubt they are for general use, any panther shifter who needs them will find them there.
“Good idea,” Maisey says. “It’s so late now and this weather is really coming in.”
“There is still a shifter with moon fever at large,” Branson says, glancing around.
“There is?” I ask.
“Yeah, another coyote, hopefully the last. So let’s go quickly and stay close.” He touches Maisey’s cheek, a gesture that reminds me of all the times he’s done that to my cheek.
Had we really found a third? Would Branson ever want that ... want a woman? Right now, I’d put money on the answer being yes.
Branson shifts, elegant and effortless, no twisting or contorting, just a seamless transition from man to panther that makes other shifters look awkward and clumsy.
Maisey watches him, admiration and fascination pouring from her eyes. There’s also desire there, I see it clearly, and I wonder how she’d feel about us both adoring her ... fucking her ... at the same time.
“Come on.” She tightens her coat beneath her chin. “No time to waste.”
I agree with her, not just because it’s dangerous out here but I have a sudden urge to get naked with her again, and Branson. The alpha in me lives on and I’ll have them both bending over and bending to my will before the night is done.
Central Park is eerily quiet with the silent snow falling around us, and not even an owl making itself known. I’m on high alert for any sound, any threat, but there’s nothing.
Branson stops, tilts his face to the right.
“What is it?”
“I thought I heard...”
“What?”
“It’s nothing.” He carries on walking.
I keep step with him, Maisey between us. “I want to ask you something.” In our shifter communication Maisey doesn’t know we are even speaking to each other.
“Go on,” he says.
“What happened in there? You looked ... different ... when you came out.”
“Aslar, he...”
“What?”
“He knows about us.”
“He does?” My gut twists.
“Yes, and it’s not an issue, Elias, not the way you think it is.”
“How can it not be an issue?”
“He says times are changing and you are a good man, and he wants me to be happy.”
“He said that?”
“Pretty much.”
I’m quiet for a moment then, “I do not think the wolf clan is as progressive.”
“Have you asked?”
“How can I without blowing our cover?”
“What cover? Fraser saw us earlier together, he will have smelled sex, all of us came, there is no hiding anymore.”
We carry on walking. Maisey’s apartment block comes into view.
My mind is whirring with this new idea that the panthers don’t condemn Branson for being with me.
He’s also right about Fraser. He didn’t snap and snarl when he discovered us together in an apartment that must have reeked of satisfaction and pleasure.
Though of course he could have completely believed my explanation about us both looking out for Maisey.
“You like her... a lot,” Branson says suddenly.
“So do you.”
“I can’t deny that.”
We move from the shadows of the park onto the sidewalk but stay clear of direct light.
“But you’ve never been attracted to a woman,” I say. “Ever.”
“It’s more than that.” Branson pauses as a domestic cat hisses at us and then darts off.
“It’s her, the whole package. Not just her female body that’s to die for but her kindness, her magical presence, her moral compass.
I feel like I’d kill anyone who looked at her wrong, who made her upset for a moment .
.. this Paul, her boss, I hope I never meet him. ”
“I agree.”
I stop under a bus shelter. “We should shift. We’re only a few steps from the apartment.”
Branson stops and does just that, becoming a gloriously naked, incredibly sexy man in a matter of seconds. I do the same and instantly my furless skin is blisteringly cold.
“Come on, get inside.” Maisey rushes to open the door to the block and then we scoot upstairs. A light flicks on, for a moment I panic at the thought of a neighbor finding two men naked on the stairs, but then I realize it’s a motion sensor light.
Soon we are in the warm apartment that smells of jasmine and roses and the rich alluring scent of Maisey. Branson shuts the door with a resounding click and I walk to the window. There is movement below where we just were. My heart does a little flip. What on earth is it?
And then I see.
“Maisey, come here,” I say.
She moves to my side, shrugging out of her coat as she walks. “What is it?”
“Look, in the shadows, can you see?”
“Gosh.” She snaps in her breath. “That is ... I mean, what are they doing here?”
Standing in a line, looking up at us, there is a huge polar bear, a coyote, an African leopard, and Fraser in his wolf form.
“They have come to say thank you for your generosity,” I say. “On their way to collect the vials of blood to vaccinate their clans.”
“They’ve come all this way?”
“You have done a great service to the underworld.” Branson comes to stand at her other side.
The alphas of the packs can see him clearly. See him and me, together, with her. Branson was right. There is no hiding us anymore.
I watch intently, looking for a reaction, some kind of gesture of revulsion or anger, but there is nothing.
I almost feel the scars on my heart healing. The anger and bitterness I’ve held for so long begins to fade and in its place, there is real hope that I can have the man I’ve loved at my side, unconditionally, openly, and joyfully.
The polar bear, Zeus, stands and walks in the direction of Central Park, the others follow.
“That was quite something,” Maisey says.
“To see the alpha of each clan together is unheard of,” Branson says. “Rivalry and animosity have been simmering like a dark war for many years.”
“Yet you, Maisey, brought them together,” I say.
“No.” She shakes her head and shuts the curtains. “Moon fever brought them together. I was lucky enough to be able to provide a solution to their mutual problem, that’s all.”
“You are simplifying it,” Branson says.
“And playing down your vital role.”
“I only hope the infected individual out there is caught before he or she can do any damage.”
“I have confidence that will happen, if not tonight then tomorrow. We will join the hunt.” Branson looks at me. “Right?”
“Right.” I nod and let my gaze trail down his muscular frame. I’ve always especially loved his smooth shoulders and the way they taper slightly before his biceps bulge. The man is a vision of perfection and my need for him, after so much denial, is suddenly overwhelming.
My cock stiffens and I fist it, keeping my attention on him. “Come to Daddy,” I say in such a growly voice I surprise myself. “We have things to catch up on.”
“We do?” His eyes twinkle with sheer delight. “Daddy.”
I smirk and glance at Maisey. Whereas her cheeks were nipped pale with the cold, there is now a slight rise of color on them.
“What are you waiting for, Branson?” I make a come-hither gesture with my finger. “I gave you an order.”
Branson walks over to me, his cock is at a semi now. He’s excited, turned on. He can see I mean business the way I used to after missing him for weeks and then snatching a chance for us to be together.
He faces me, our noses almost touching. His panther scent is an aphrodisiac and I breathe deep, letting the musky smell of him lace my tongue.
“On your knees,” I say and place my hands on his shoulders. “Daddy wants his cock sucked.”
The right side of his mouth tilts into a smile.
“And do it good and proper,” I say and apply pressure to his shoulders. “Take me real fucking deep.”
He sinks at my insistence and I revel in his obedience. I know I’m dominant and powerful but so is Branson, so having him acquiesce is always thrilling.
He draws level with my cock and takes it in his warm hand. I flutter my eyes closed and lean back on the wall, enjoying its coolness on my suddenly hot and sensitive skin.
“You’re so hard,” he murmurs then licks the end.
I hiss and lock my knees. I want to order him to get on with it but the anticipation is delicious.
“So hard and big and I want to taste you so bad,” he says.
His breath tickles my cock tip and I run my hand into his hair. “Do it.”
Finally, he wraps his lips around my cock and takes it deep into his mouth.
I groan as wet heat surrounds my needy shaft and a gentle suction tugs my skin.
“Yeah, like that.” I move my hips and keep his hair in a firm grip. “Like that.”
“You guys are so hot together.”
Maisey is at my side, her sweater has gone and her pretty red bra is delicate and lacy.
“You’re hot,” I say and cup her right breast.
She places her hand on my cheek and keeps me facing her. “He sucks your cock just the way you like it, huh?”
I nod, my belly is tense and the pleasure is growing.
“You know what...” she says, her lips brushing over mine. “I want to learn exactly how you like it too.”
Oh, fuck.
A muscle flexes in my jaw. “Do it.”
With a devilish grin she sinks to her knees, next to Branson.
For a moment he lets my cock slip from his mouth and he kisses her.
She groans as he feeds her my wolf flavor, and she reaches for my cock.
The kiss breaks and they both work my big cock, watching it as though fascinated as it twitches in their fists. With both of their hands on my shaft I have to fight the urge not to come. It’s incredible. Exhilarating. And I feel so adored and treasured.
“He’s so hard,” she says. “He’ll come soon.”
“Yeah, we’ll make sure he does.” Branson sucks me again taking me so deep I can feel the back of his throat.
“Ah, yeah.” I set my hand on Maisey’s head and feel the softness of her hair. “More.”
She cups my balls and rolls them in her small palm.
“Ah, fuck!” I jerk against the wall. My balls are my weak point. They are so sensitive. “Careful ... I’ll...”
“We want you to come,” she says, stroking my ass cheek with her other hand. “You’re magnificent, Elias.”
I groan and squeeze my eyes closed. I don’t want the moment to end. The sensations are glorious. I fight the need to release as my pulse roars in my ears.
Branson is getting it just right, deep and firm and his clever tongue flicking over my slit and hugging my shaft.
Maisey finds the smooth patch of flesh between my balls and asshole and applies a gentle pressure.
It’s almost my undoing and I gasp and withdraw from Branson’s mouth.
There is pre-cum leaking from my slit. “Fuck ... you little minx.” I stare down at her, not quite focusing I’m so turned on. “That. There.”
“You liked it then?” She stands, her hands sliding over my sweat-coated skin.
“You’re too fucking skilled.” I huff and drag Branson to standing. “Both of you.”
He’s breathing fast and his lips are puffy. I’ve never wanted to fuck him more.
“Turn, bend over.” Roughly I spin him around and shove between his shoulder blades. He slaps onto the table, his round ass offered up to me.
I’m there in an instant, cock at the ready. “Get me that oil.” I nod at the kitchen.
Maisey does as I ask, and I tip the glistening olive oil onto my cock, rub it in, then push at Branson’s left buttock to expose his tight puckered hole. “Get ready, you’re going to get it good and hard.”
“Yes. Yes.” He’s shaking in his eagerness to be penetrated.
I find the center, then close my eyes and push in.
My glans swells as his hot, puffy insides accommodate me.
His anus is a noose around my shaft, so tight and gripping.
I keep going, to full depth, until my balls press up against him and my glans knots.
I’m stuck inside him, unable to pull out. I don’t want to.
“Oh, yeah ... ah, fuck...” He’s groaning and writhing beneath me.
I grip his waist, just the way he likes, and slam him back onto my cock. He cries out in bliss and curls his hand over the ends of the table.
I look at Maisey. “Play with his cock, jerk him off while I fuck him. He’ll love it.”
Her eyes glisten with excitement and she reaches down beneath him and her shoulder and arm moves.
“Oh, fuck...” Branson moans again. “That’s so...”
“You’ve got us both.” I shove into him, the table legs scraping on the floor. “The first of many times. We both want you, Branson.”
“Hell, yes,” Maisey says and runs her hand through my hair. “I want you both so bad. In my life and my bed.”
“You’ve got us.” I grit my teeth. I need to come. The pressure in my balls is so intense.
“Work him faster,” I manage. “Come, Branson. Come with me. Come for Daddy.”
“Yes, I ... yes, fuck, that’s it.” He wails and his spine arches. “Oh!”
I let out a cry of my own and allow my blistering need to release into his ass. It comes in three big spurts that has me thrusting wildly, my cock going ever deeper. So damn good. Being inside Branson is my idea of paradise.
“Jesus,” Maisey says and finds my mouth with hers. “You are so damn sexy together.”
“So are you.” I tangle my fingers in the hair at her nape and hold her close as Branson squirms on my cock, his body pulsing on the table. He’s consumed by the aftershocks of his pleasure.
I catch my breath as my cock deflates. It takes a full minute before I can withdraw, the knotted end having relaxed enough.
“You did well,” I say to Branson and give his ass cheek a fast sharp swipe with my palm.
He moans and fists his hands on the table.
“Want another?”
“Yes.” He screws up his eyes.
I spank his butt again, each cheek. Hard and with real muscle behind it. The sharp sound of flesh-on-flesh rings around the room and he gasps through the sting. I give him five more until he’s almost humping the table in ecstasy.
“He’s always liked having his ass smacked after I fuck him,” I say to Maisey. “Just one of the many things you’ll learn about him.”