Chapter Nine
Branson
I am in heaven. My body claimed and sated by my sexy, dominant lover after all this time apart. It’s like we never were not together. We are so in tune. Perfect. There is no one else for me.
Except there is.
Elias wraps his arms around me and pulls me to standing. I droop into his embrace, my knees weak after taking such a deep pounding.
“It won’t be long, Branson,” Elias says, brushing his lips on mine. “Until I take you again. Right now, I feel like I’ll never get enough of you.”
“I hope that is the case.” I turn to Maisey. “Though I have some new skills to learn.” She is the only one of us unsatisfied.
“I think you’ll do just fine.” Maisey leans into us and we both put our arms around her small frame. “When you’re ready.”
“No time like the present,” Elias says, his lips moving from mine to Maisey’s and then back to mine. “Let’s start right now.”
He lifts Maisey so she’s sitting on the table and then makes quick work of removing her jeans. Her panties match her bra—seductive, sultry red—and my cock twitches with interest.
But how could I ever think we wouldn’t be great together? I can’t resist her. She’s like a magnetic force. The way she looks and speaks and smiles and takes things in her stride is off-the-charts erotic.
“So damn sexy,” Elias says, running his hand up her leg, over her belly and to her breasts. He pulls down the cup of her bra and her small breast overspills into his hand. “You are the perfect woman.”
She smiles up at him and then takes his kiss.
I watch as he fondles her nipple to a tight twist. The need to touch her is overwhelming. I shoulder in next to Elias and copy what he does with her other breast. She moans softly and watches as I caress her nipple to a firm point. She’s so responsive and feels like silk.
“That’s it,” Elias says and then unclips her bra. “Get her nipples as hard as they will go.”
The bra falls away and I stoop to take her nipple into my mouth.
“Oh...” She moans and runs her hand into my hair.
I close my eyes, lost to her and the tiny bud that’s so sweet and pliant beneath my tongue.
“Branson is going to make you come,” Elias whispers to her. “Just relax into it and let us adore you.”
“Yes.” She is breathless, excited, and I’m rapidly growing to full hardness again. “Please ... yes.”
Elias makes quick work of her panties and then pulls up a chair. “Sit,” he says to me. “You’ve got a woman to please.”
“I know.” I grin at her and then sit as instructed.
Elias spreads her legs and her pussy gleams at me. It’s right there, in front of me. I can smell her arousal. My heart clatters. I hope I don’t let her down.
“So pretty.” Elias kisses her and strokes through her pussy lips, spreading the moisture and exploring all her little folds.
I copy him, surprised by the silken texture and warmth of her wetness.
Her thighs tremble and she moans, clinging to Elias as he feeds her hot, deep kisses. Elias circles the smooth little bud, her clit, that’s peeking from her upper lips.
Her moan is more guttural this time. She likes that. A lot.
I copy his action and he moves to let me work her clit. Each time I flick over it, she groans and her belly is tense as though pressure is building.
Excitement grips me. I’ve found one sweet spot.
“Is he getting it right?” Elias asks.
“Yes.” She pants. “Oh ... more.”
I’m not sure what more means, so I’m grateful when Elias puts his hand back between her legs. He finds her smooth wet entrance and pushes in with one finger. I see her contract around him and she cants her hips as though to take him deeper.
He uses his finger like a cock, pushing in then pulling out, soft wet sounds accompany his movements. But only for a minute, because then he withdraws.
Quickly I take his place and still working her clit in firm little rotations I ease one finger into her. The black of my skin is a sharp contrast with her pale pinkness and a drip of pre-cum leaks from my cock. The sight is so erotic, the feel of her such a turn-on.
Elias is kissing her again, and toying with her breasts. She is quivering and holds his biceps as though clinging to the side of a cliff. I have a sudden sense she’s not far off her release. I add another finger and push in knuckle deep.
“Oh, yes.” She contracts her muscles.
A tremble of desire goes up my spine and I know I want that around my cock. Maybe not today. But soon.
“Good girl, come for us,” Elias says. “Branson, fuck her with your fingers, work her harder, faster.”
I do as instructed and am rewarded with her cry of pleasure. She bucks her hips and her knees draw up. I see her asshole and the girl cum leaking from her pussy to my palm.
“Oh, God, oh, God ... yes ... don’t stop!” she wails.
I have no intention of stopping and stay with her. My senses are full of her and I look up to see Elias watching me with a new expression etched onto his face. He’s proud of me, pleased we can work as a three. I want her and she wants me. We are all equally attracted to each other.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter. “She’s spectacular.”
“Yeah. I know.”
She is orgasming, her internal muscles squeezing and releasing around my fingers and her swollen clit bobbing. I’m almost envious of how long her climax lasts, so much longer than mine.
“Oh, yes ... Branson, that is so good.” She grips my wrist to slow my movements. “You have a natural skill.”
“I do?”
“Hell, yes.”
****
Maisey
I’ve never come so hard being fingered. Perhaps it is because I was turned on to the point of combustion before he’d even started. Maybe it is being used as a teaching aid that has yanked my chain. Kinky bitch that I am.
Elias tucks my hair behind my ears. “I love how you sound when you come. Nothing is held back.”
“What would be the point in that?”
“I agree.” He kisses my brow and then scoops his arms under me. Lifts me against his chest.
Branson stands, his cock is at full mast, and he puts his fingers into his mouth, tasting my release.
Elias chuckles gently. “He has a lot to learn too.”
“I think he’s going to make an excellent student.”
Elias sits on the couch with me on his lap. His flesh is hair coated and I snuggle against his chest. Branson flops next to us, his head on Elias’s shoulder and his big hand on my leg.
I feel so connected to them. It’s only been a few days but I can’t imagine a life without them. They have made me whole. They have answered the questions I always had about myself.
“Sleep,” Elias says, reaching behind himself and dragging a purple throw onto my lap and covering our nakedness. “We have more to do tomorrow.”
I yawn and close my eyes. Feeling safe and satisfied, I soon begin to drift into my dreams. They are swirling and colorful as my mind sifts over new events. There are wolves and panthers and caves and moons along with fangs and a sense of being chased.
When I wake, a milky winter light is filling the room. Elias is still holding me, his head is resting back on the sofa, mouth slightly parted as he sleeps.
And on my lap rests a huge black panther, his head at least. His whiskers twitch and one of his ears flick.
“Morning,” Elias whispers into my ear, his breath warm.
“Branson, he...”
“Shifts in his sleep when he’s very tired or super relaxed. It’s just one of his things, he doesn’t know he’s doing it most of the time.”
I take in this new information. “So he could never be with someone who had no idea what he really is.”
Elias kind of huffs. “You’re right there but I don’t think any of us could. The secret would be too big.”
We sit quietly for a while and then my phone rings.
Branson lifts his head, his sleepy yellow eyes flicking from me to Elias and then the phone.
“Sorry,” I say and stand. I pick it up from the table. It’s Paul.
“And still nothing,” he snaps before I even say hello.
My heart sinks. He’s so impatient. Even if I hadn’t been up half the night, I’d have barely had time to write anything.
“Not even a rough draft or a sample,” he goes on. “You really are a piece of work, Maisey, and I stuck my neck out giving you a chance here yet you are a shoddy employee, a terrible writer, as it turns out, and not a woman of your word, I really think—”
The phone is snatched from me.
Elias.
“Shall I tell you what I think?” he growls into the phone, his nose wrinkled in a snarl. “That you are a shitty human being and it’s a good fucking thing you’re not standing in front of me spewing all this shit about my woman.”
“What the ... who the hell are you?” Paul speaks so loud it’s easy to hear his side of the conversation.
“The man you really don’t want to meet on a dark night,” Elias snarls. “That’s who I am.”
“Put Maisey back on the line,” Paul demands. If he could see Elias’s strength and size I don’t think he’d sound quite so bold.
“I don’t think so, she doesn’t work for you anymore.”
“What?”
I reach for the phone but Elias spins away and it’s out of my reach.
“Elias, I need a job.”
“No, you don’t.” Branson is back in his human form and pacing. “You have us to take care of you now.”
“That’s not your decision to make,” Paul is saying. “She is mine.”
“No, she fucking isn’t.” Elias balls his hand into a fist. He thumps the wall, denting it.
“Shut the fuck up, little man. I am telling you, Maisey no longer works for you, do not call her, do not even utter her name or I swear I will hunt you down, track you, find you, and then you’ll be sorry you ever fucking existed.
” He ends the call and tosses the phone onto the sofa as though it’s just stung him. “Asshole.”
“Elias,” I say, shaking my head. “I need a job.”
“If it’s for the money, we have plenty,” Elias says, snarling. “And if it’s because you want to write, go freelance. I won’t have another man trying to lay claim on you.”
“I work for him.” I rub my brow. “I...”
“You don’t need that son of a bitch.” Branson slips his arm around my waist and squeezes me close. “And you’ve got to understand we can’t tolerate someone who speaks to you like that, someone who thinks he can be so disrespectful to our woman.”
I gulp and the full extent of what my new threesome relationship means dawns on me. I really do have the protection of two fiercely protective men who have skills someone like Paul could never comprehend.
“I like to write,” I say. “It’s one of my passions but...”
“But?” Elias frowns.
“I don’t like Paul, and I haven’t enjoyed any of the assignments he’s given me. They’ve all been dull and virtually impossible to make interesting. I’d much rather be freelance and write what inspires me.”
“So there we are. Problem solved.” Elias nods and folds his arms.
“But I have rent to pay and—”
“Money is not an issue,” Branson says. “Shifters accumulate money in all kinds of ways but we rarely spend it. I alone have enough to cover your rent for fifty or so years.”
“And the same goes for me.” Elias reaches for a pair of pants and pulls them on. “So, freelance it is going forward. Block Paul’s number, I don’t want him to contact you again.”
I nod and pick up my phone. I block Paul and try not to think of the fury that will grip him when he finds out. He would be wise never to show up at my apartment.
“Food.” Branson rubs his hands together. “What shall we eat? I’m starving.”
The clock shows two p.m.
I’d had no idea we’d all slept for so long.
“I’ll order something,” I say. “Pizza?”
“Sure.” Branson grins and nods. “Plenty of it.”
I pick up my phone and dial my usual pizza place. After ordering four extra-large, all extra meaty, I hang up and make coffee.