Chapter 17 #3
“There was a large collar behind the counter,” he tells me. “Did you see it?”
“No.”
“She would have tried to keep him if you had brought him with us.”
“Can she do that?”
“She could try… there are legal channels. If they could prove we were keeping Kissu against his will, they could take him away and ban us from interacting with other zurgles.”
“How do you make a lion do anything against their will?”
“Like I said, she could try.”
He helps me into the car and puts the treats in the back seat. “But now, we get to go home and not think about any of this for a while.”
“Is it wrong to say I’m kind of grateful to whoever brought me here?”
“If it is, then I’m wrong too.” He takes my hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing a kiss to it.
The drive is torturous. It’s so difficult to convince my body that now is not the time.
“You’re not the only one who was too impatient to make it home.” He looks from me to a turn off. “That dead ends at a power generation station, and it is where Cindy and Core bonded.”
“Really?”
He nods. “The first time I went to town after they bonded, it hit me. One look at that road and the information was just there.”
“Knowing things is a burden sometimes.”
“I bet.”
ARC
“Hi!” Chrys chirps as she untangles herself from her bag and takes off two layers of clothing. “Did you miss us?”
“Always.”
Risk gives me a smile and thinks through half a dozen things about their trip. I don’t like most of them.
I’d honestly expected them to smell like sex when they got home. I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or pleased.
It doesn’t matter. They’re home.
Less dressed than she was a minute ago, Chrys comes to kiss me before she looks around. “Where’s Shock?”
“Downstairs. We decided to keep to different rooms, just in case you could feel us if we wound up fucking each other’s brains out.”
“He’ll be up in a second,” Risk assures her.
“Okay, well.” She produces a bag that makes Kissu’s nose twitch. He huffs and sneezes and then sniffs at it again. “I hope you like these.”
She drops the bag on the counter, Kissu crowding close as she works to get it open.
His curiosity isn’t very coherent, so I don’t relay the thoughts… Or maybe that’s the sound of drool.
“Please don’t take my fingers off.”
Never hurt wiffan.
But he does snatch the treat away from her the moment he’s able.
We watch as he crunches and smacks away.
“Is it good?” Chrys asks, and he purrs so loudly, the windows rumble with each pumming sound.
Yes. He bonks his head against her hand, petting himself. Say thank Sisan.
I laugh at the command in his thoughts.
“Kissu says thank you for the treats.”
“You’re welcome.” She kisses his big furry head. “And you are never going there with me. I don’t think that lady is very nice after all.”
More?
I don’t have to translate that, the sound he makes is almost the word. He hops up to put his front feet on the counter, gently biting at the bag.
“Okay. One more right now, but I don’t want you to get sick.”
Kissu looks at me over his shoulder. No sick. Only happy.
I don’t know if he’s right, so I don’t relay the assurance and he huffs… Until he gets his second treat and chomps happily away.
Putting the treats in a cupboard, she turns back to us as Shock comes in from the back hallway.
“Everything good?” he asks, stretching out his neck and looking at the three of us with a soft smile.
When he looks at me, I realize we have a much bigger problem on our hands than others do.
He’ll see what’s about to happen. I’ll hear it in his thoughts. We’ll both be aroused, that arousal will pass on to the other two, and like a self-fulfilling prophecy, what he saw is going to happen.
“Whoa.” Chrys sways on her feet. “Where’d that come from?”
It’s not a real question. But Risk leans close to whisper the answer.
Her eyes go wide, and she looks between us with a sly little smile. “You know what I think?”
“Yes.”
She hushes me. “I think I deserve to be double stuffed today. I have been a very patient mate and, frankly, I’m owed.”
“You are owed so many things.”
Her smile could light the whole room. “Is that a yes?”
Risk picks her up and all but tosses her at me. Take her in the other room and get her started. We’ll be right there.
It’s never bothered me that they can tell me what to do without ever uttering a word. I wouldn’t trade it for anything now.
Legs wrapped around my waist, Chrys’ mouth drags kisses up and over my throat, across my chest, teeth nipping at my skin.
She doesn’t question why they haven’t come with us as I peel off the last of her clothing. She knows they can’t stay away.
Her fingers pull my pants down and she sinks with them, but I only let her play for a few strokes and one lick before I haul her back up to her feet and toss her on the bed.
“If you want everything you’ve been waiting for, you have to follow the right steps.”
She pretends to pout at me, and then toys with the hoop in her lip. That doesn’t mean you can’t have a blowjob.
I laugh instead of responding.
She spreads her legs wide and wiggles her hips, because she does know the order of events, even if she doesn’t want to follow them.
She considers teasing me without actually letting me taste her, but she’s not the sort of person to deny herself anything. Her pretty mouth stays clamped shut instead of saying something that will only prolong her own torment.
I have no intention of letting her get in her own way.
Knees and elbows on the bed, I bury my face in the delicious wetness of her pussy.
Her hips jump when my teeth graze her clit and she moans, her thoughts cursing me as her need threatens to make her tumble over the proverbial edge, already.
“Someone had a hard time while she was away.”
Her next breath is sharp and she moves her hips with purpose, trying to find my tongue again. “I’m like this because I didn’t have a hard time.”
When I laugh, she closes her eyes and threatens me in her thoughts, but immediately changes her mind. “Obviously I’m never going to sic my sisters on you.”
“I appreciate that.”
She huffs and squirms, and I finally stop teasing her when I decide Shock and Risk are going to be longer than I want them to be.
She’s been fighting for her orgasm long enough that it takes the barest encouragement for her legs to squeeze against my head. Her fingers grip my hands tight and her blissful little whimpers echo through the room.
Her muscles still tremble as her legs release me.
“I wonder how many we could manage before they get here?” I muse.
Her pout is exactly what I expect.
“I’m still taking the Vitamin S, so I’m extra squishy, come on.” She reaches for me with grabby hands. “Stop wasting time and fuck me already.”
“Eating your pussy is never a waste of time.”
“Fine, but we’ve done that, now come give me what I want.”
“Margot was right. You are greedy.”
Nodding vigorously, she opens and closes her hands again. “Only for the three of you.”
Biting my tongue, I crawl up the bed and over her, but I don’t give her what she wants yet.
“We should go eat something. Are you hungry?”
“Arc.” She elongates my name and bops my chest with the side of her fist. “You’re being impossible.”
“Is that what this is?”
I nip at her lower lip and laugh at the way her frustration plays across our bond. I feel the others’ amusement too.
When she shifts her weight and tries to turn me on to my back, I go, pulling her with me.
“Why,” I ask as I brush her hair back over her ear, “do you look mad that you got what you wanted?”
That only makes her narrow her eyes even more. But she squirms and proves her previous claims correct. She is squishy enough to take what she wants tonight.
And my heart is squishy enough to let her.
No more teasing or toying tonight. Just everything she wants.
Brow raised, she studies my face. Why are you looking at me like that?
I kiss her instead of answering, distracting her until I hear the others rejoin us, finally.
She doesn’t hear them. Her thoughts—so rarely this focused—are set on having my first orgasm.
She’ll get it… but not in the way she plans right now.
“Do we join them?” Shock asks, pretending to whisper.
“I am rather fond of the view…” Risk’s voice trails off, and I don’t need to see his face. I feel the smirk in our bond.
Chrys shoves herself up. “I was promised two. If you dilly dally much longer, I’m going to demand three.”
“You get three,” Shock assures her. “But not tonight.”
Risk unwraps a new bottle of lube they brought with them, and the two of them share a glance.
“That will happen at Margot’s.” Putting one knee on the bed, Shock steadies Risk as he crawls on top of me behind her. “After you’ve gotten some instructions from someone with more experience.”
“Really?” Her eyes go wide, and then she turns back to me with a triumphant grin.
She leans forward, her thoughts a riot. It’s mine that short circuit as her eyes flutter closed and Risk slides his fingers up my cock and into her.
The bed shifts, and Chrys’ thoughts turn wicked as Risk moves behind her.
I’m the one who reaches for Shock.
I guide him to where he needs to be, on his knees beside us, and when I take hold of her chin, turning her to brush her lips across the tip of his cock, her eyes brighten. Chrys’ smile only lasts a moment before she opens her mouth and wraps her lips around him.
She gasps on his cock as Risk’s slides against my shaft, pressing into her.
The ridges on the underside of our cocks notch against each other. Hard plates catching with each move of our hips.
Divine pressure and friction… I bite her shoulder to muffle my moan.
Our bodies were not made for this.
I smile against her lips when she leaves shock momentarily to kiss me again. She’s not wrong. If I didn’t know it was science that allowed this, I’d think it was magic.
“It is magic.”
I draw back, blinking at her. “Did I say that out loud?”
“No.” Shock, still kneeling beside us looks at her with raised brows, but no intention of interrupting her rhythm. We’ll worry about that later.
Right now, all we should be worried about is Chrys and coming.
It’s all she’s worried about. Good girl.
Her pussy clenches down on us so tight and she gasps for more.
My eyes cross and Risk shudders.
Shock might be the only one keeping them upright.
Head tipped back, she whimpers, and the sensation that stabs through me is pure ecstasy. Our orgasms hit in a cascade triggered by hers.
I nearly black out. Everything that follows after feels like delirium.
Hands and mouths and skin and teeth… After a time, it’s difficult to tell where any of us begin or end.
Deep and decadent orgasms threaten to drag us all under, and I don’t know what breaks the frenzy, but eventually something does.
The three of us lie in a heap, covered in cum and sweat. Breathing like we’ve just run for miles.
“Mine,” Chrys says, her soft voice brushing across my skin. “You’re all mine.”
It’s a miracle that I still don’t understand. One I won’t question.
“If we keep this up, the three of you are going to be husks of men… and I’m going to die drowned in cum.”
We’re all too tired to laugh, but we manage to stumble into the bathroom long enough for the bed to give us clean sheets.
But when we climb back in, she stops me from pulling the covers over her. “I don’t need them right now.”
Once again, Shock and I share a look.
There are questions we need to ask when we get our wits about us again.