Forbidden Shifter #2
And then I think of the spell. I had honestly thought a man might show up at my doorstep. Maybe one who could fly or use magic. I didn’t think the brew would actually create three men from nothing.
But maybe this is better. Less complicated. I know what I want from them, and they’ve been spelled to want only the same thing from me.
“Wh-where are we?” the man with dark brown hair asks.
Oh good, they talk. It would’ve been weird if they didn’t. “I’m Chiara,” I introduce myself with my nickname.
His gaze roams down my body, and I feel a blush heat my cheeks.
At any other time, I’d have been embarrassed to be naked in front of three men.
But these men aren’t real. They’re just a spell created for my pleasure.
So although my body sags a bit and stretch lines hug my hips, I try to stay still under his scrutinizing gaze.
“I’m Brenton,” he says, his voice deep and gravely as if with disuse. “These are my brothers, Edan and Kiran.”
I look at Edan, the tall blond. His baby blue eyes are firmly fixed on my breasts.
And then I look at Kiran, who is looking over my shoulder, but keeps glancing back at my body, as if he’s trying really hard not to look.
It’s actually kind of cute. And although I know they’re only here to sate the needs of my body, it’s hard to not like them a bit.
Then again, sexy men aren’t exactly pounding at my door on a regular basis.
“Well, uh, it’s nice to meet you,” I say, then clear my throat. “So, I was kind of only expecting one of you. I’ve never had three men at once before, but uh, it’s probably my own fault. I did have three steaming cups of the brew instead of one.”
Edan jerks his gaze from my breasts. “Uh, what?”
I bet my rambling was too much for three men created from a spell. As nervous as I am to end up with three hunks instead of one, I’m not exactly sad about it either. Although from their reactions, I might have to be the one to take the lead.
Yeah, I can do that.
“We can just get right to it then. Come on.”
I turn and lead them toward the front of my house, glancing back to see they all look confused for a minute before they start to follow me. Leading them into my house and through my living room, I stride into my bedroom and wait for them.
After a long minute, they enter my room.
Kiran glances at my bed.
I feel myself blushing and knock my old teddy bear onto the floor, then follow up by tossing all the pointless throw pillows onto the floor too. Then, kneeling in the middle of the bed, I look at all of them.
“Does this work?”
Kiran’s jaw is hanging open, but he quickly shuts it. “Yeah. Yes. I guess.”
I grin. Okay, I can do this. “So, I’ve had anal before, but like I said, not two guys at once. Or three either. So, who wants what?”
“What?” Brenton asks, blushing himself.
“Sorry.” I frown. “Is that not how this works? Should I not ask? Just go for what I want?”
“Yeah, tell us what you want,” Edan says, his voice a little husky.
Kiran gives him a look of disbelief and Edan elbows him.
“Well…” I pause to think. “Can you take off your clothes?”
Edan instantly begins to strip, so fast that it’s kind of flattering. My gaze roams over his rippling biceps and delicious-looking abs, then I have to stop myself from drooling when his pants hit the floor. Oh, this guy is big everywhere. And I like my men big. This brew knew exactly what I wanted.
I turn to Brenton, who’s looking between the other man and me. “Come on, then, let’s not waste time. If you guys are going to start fucking me, we may as well start. I’m already naked, after all. It’s only fair.”
“You want us naked?” Brenton asks really slowly, his brows drawing together. “For sex?”
Dang. I thought they’d already know everything. “Yeah, it’s been a long time for me. I really just want to get off. And if all of you look as good as he looks naked, then I don’t think it’ll take much to get me going.”
Edan gives him a look. “Come on! You heard her!”
And Brenton, thankfully, begins to strip too.
I actually lay back on my remaining pillows, watching the show.
Never before have I felt so confident, but it helps to know these aren’t real men.
Brenton has everything off except his pants, and he’s delicious-looking too.
Literally, I squeeze my thighs together because I’m feeling all hot and bothered.
His pants come off, and I let out a low whistle. “Very nice.”
“Yeah?” he says, looking uncertain even while his cock hardens.
“Very,” I practically purr the word.
Then, we all look at Kiran.
He folds his arms in front of his chest but looks uncertain. “We’ve just awakened. We should be doing…things. Looking for the others--” I spread my legs, and he stops talking.
“So,” I begin, “does anyone have a preference? Pussy? Ass? Mouth? Something I haven’t thought of?”
“Pussy,” Brenton says, lifting a hand, then adds, “Please.”
Oh, this brew was good. It knew I liked my men shy and polite.
“Ass?” Edan shudders. “You have the kind of ass a man would want to fuck for days.”
“Smooth talker,” I compliment, winking at him.
Then, I look at Kiran. “So how do you feel about me sucking you off?”
“My,” the word comes out strangled, and he clears his throat. “My dick? You want to suck my dick?”
“If you want,” I offer. “But then I want to suck it really hard. As much as you want. And make you come as hard as you make me come.”
He starts to undress.
Brenton climbs on the bed, and I shift over to make room for him. When he’s lying on his back, I climb on top, straddling his cock, but not yet putting it inside of me. The bed shifts behind me, and Edan is there, looking like he doesn’t have a clue what to do.
“Should we start out slow, or get right to it?”
“Slow,” they all say at the same time.
God, I’m going to have to make my friend a batch of cookies. Her spells are amazing. How many men in the world actually ask to take things slow with a naked and willing woman? Not many, that much I know.
So, I lean over Brenton, ready to kiss him, when he says, “Are you a witch?”
I stop and laugh. “No.”
“Then why are you the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?”
I look down at his handsome face. He’s got that youthful look that most immortals have, but also a few wrinkles, just like me.
The way immortals get when they’re really, really old.
But the arch of his brows, and the dark lashes on his eyes, all of him, is just…
indescribably handsome. This man thinks I’m beautiful?
It’s probably the spell, but still, it makes me feel damn good.
“I’m not that beautiful,” I tell him with a smile. “I’m old, have wrinkles, and my boobs stopped being bouncy a good hundred years ago.”
Edan speaks behind me. “You must be looking in the wrong mirror because that’s not what we see at all.”
To my surprise, he lays down beside his brother and looks up at me. His blond hair is a little wild. His blue eyes easy to get lost in. And I realize he has the face of a man who smiles a lot, and I like it.
“So, you brew-boys think I’m hot?”
“Steaming hot,” he tells me, his voice dropping to an even deeper octave.
I grin, lean over Brenton, and kiss Edan.
At first, he seems frozen in surprise, but slowly his lips soften beneath mine.
I dig one hand into his wild hair and deepen the kiss, slipping my tongue inside his mouth.
A groan tears from his lips, and he tentatively runs a hand down my arm, as if unsure about what to do.
Finally, I pull back from him, and we’re both panting.
“I…want to try that,” Brenton says, sounding aroused as hell.
I grin and lean down and kiss him too. He’s more eager than Edan, kissing me with abandon, his hand digging into my dark hair. His tongue tangles with mine over and over again, and his hips buck beneath me.
All of it…every moment of it, well, it’s a turn-on.
I finally break our kiss and look back at Kiran.
His mouth is hanging open, as if in shock, and his hand is curled around his cock as he pumps it.
When our gazes connect, he slowly moves closer to the edge of the bed, near me, and I push his hand away from his dick and curl my hand around it.
He leans down, and we kiss too. He seems shy as our lips meet gently, and over and over again, as if he’s tasting me.
When someone’s hands close around my breasts, I gasp and break the kiss. Brenton’s gaze meets mine, his huge, warm hands curled around me.
“Is this okay?” he whispers.
“More than okay. That feels amazing. Actually, you guys can touch me as much as you want. If I don’t like something, you’ll know it. I promise.”
Brenton continues to cup my breasts, as if experimenting with them, then flicks one nipple with his thumb.
I moan and rub against the length of his cock.
His entire body jerks and his eyes go wide.
Then, he begins to stroke both my nipples, caressing them, building my desire.
When Edan leans forward and begins to suck on one of my nipples, my head feels like it’s spinning.
I glance back toward Kiran, and we kiss again. Slowly, I pump his big cock, and he groans against my lips, our tongues tangling together. Before I know it, Brenton and Edan are sucking my nipples, and I’m wet as hell.
Tearing my lips from Kiran, I moan, “Okay, I need you guys inside me.”
Brenton and Edan stop sucking my breasts, and they all stare at me, as if waiting for me to take the lead. Damn. That’s kind of hot.
I reach between Brenton and I and level the head of his penis at my opening.
All of the men are glued to my hand as I slowly lower myself on top of him.
He’s big. Easily the biggest man I’ve had inside of me, so I go slowly, enjoying the way he seems to squeeze inside of me.
When I finally reach his hilt, I stop, panting.
“Edan, you’re going to have to go slow behind me. You’re a big guy, and my ass is going to be tight around you.”