Rose, Charlotte - Bayou Famine [Shifters of Alligator Bend 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (23 page)

“Sure you don’t want to be teased some more?” Armand gave her a wink.

Narcisse gasped for breath. She knew her men enjoyed teasing her, but she was too desperate. The more they gave her, the more she wanted it. “I’m sure.”

Nelson brushed a finger up her clit. “You absolutely sure?”

Narcisse reached out and gripped Nelson’s arms. “I need both of you right now. I don’t know what I’ll do if you make me wait another minute.”

Armand chuckled as he slowly eased his fingers out of Narcisse’s ass. Grabbing her hips, he settled her tight hole over the tip of his slick cock, and gradually eased her down his shaft.

Narcisse thought her body was going to explode from pleasure. She nearly came from the exquisite sensation of her ass slowly moving down his rigid shaft. Once she was fully settled on Armand’s cock, she leaned back slightly so Nelson could have easy access to her cunt. Rather than plunge in right away, he ran a finger up and down her slit, and then pressed it hard against her clit. Narcisse felt her entire pussy throb, desperate to be filled.

“Please,” she moaned. “I need you. I need you both.”

Nelson smiled, and with one swift motion, he plunged deep inside her cunt. He began to thrust at a painstaking pace, which gave Armand time to grip Narcisse’s hips and settle in to the rhythm. Gradually, the two men increased their speed. Narcisse set her hands on Nelson’s shoulders and dug her nails into his skin as she went up and down Armand’s cock, and Nelson slid in and out of her cunt.

“Hold on, baby,” Nelson moaned.

Narcisse tightened her grip, and Nelson began plunging in and out of her even faster. She felt Armand tighten up around her hips as he matched Nelson’s pace, pulling her down on him as Nelson thrust in, sliding her up as Nelson pulled out. Narcisse’s cunt pulsed harder as her nipples rubbed against Nelson’s chest, and as Armand bit down along her neck and shoulders.

The pace her men had set suddenly disappeared. The rhythm they had maintained as they thrust in and out of her vanished, replaced by frantic, uneven pounding. As much as Narcisse had enjoyed the rhythm, the sudden change, the power that surged through their bodies, sent her pleasure into overdrive. Her cunt and ass seized up. Nelson suddenly threw back his head and howled, and Armand groaned Narcisse’s name over and over. Their cocks both gave one final surge, and all three were left gasping for breath.

Nelson eased himself out of Narcisse then carefully pulled her off of Armand’s cock. Armand flopped back on the bed, and Narcisse and Nelson flopped down next to him. They lingered there for a while, the men’s hands running up and down Narcisse’s body as the aftershocks of orgasm sent slight tremors down her spine.

Armand and Nelson both began to doze, but Narcisse’s mind went into overdrive. Her body was sated, but her brain was still ruminating on all that they’d been through together, as well as what would happen in the future.

Nelson began to stir. “You okay, baby? You look worried about somethin’.”

“Yeah,” Armand said, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “What’s botherin’ you?”

At first, she didn’t want to tell them what was on her mind. She was embarrassed that she had any doubts left after what they had all been through. But she also knew nothing would get resolved if she didn’t speak up.

“Are either of you sorry that we never had a formal mating ceremony?” Narcisse finally asked.

“Never,” Nelson replied before giving her a quick kiss. “I know it’s an important rite of passage, but all that matters to me is that we’re together and that we’re happy with each other.”

“Same here,” Armand said. “I just want the three of us to be together. Don’t matter to me none how it happened.”

“Does it bother you?” Nelson asked. “Is that why you’re asking all of a sudden?”

Narcisse giggled. “I’m not upset about it. I just wanted to check and make sure the two of you were okay with everything. Though I’ll admit, I’m still curious about what the ceremony is like. I kind of wish we’d had one just so I would know.”

Armand gave Narcisse a deep kiss. “Well, maybe Serafine will let us have one when we get back, even though we’re already mates.”

Nelson nodded. “I bet she’d love that, actually. She’s a big fan of ritual. Just because we’re already mated don’t mean she wouldn’t let us mate again.”

“That sounds perfect,” she said.

She started to snuggle deep into the bed, but suddenly, she was hit with a burst of energy. Narcisse wanted to stay and cuddle with her mates some more, but at the same time, she was anxious to get dressed and get moving.

“Hey, would the two of you mind if we skipped dinner and just headed straight back to Louisiana tonight?” she asked. “I know we planned to stay in Houston tonight, and you two don’t get away from the congregation all that often, so if you’d rather not, that’s fine.”

“Hell, I ain’t gonna complain about a night out,” Nelson said. “But if you really wanna get back home, I don’t see why we couldn’t head out right now. What’s the rush, though? Don’t you want one last night in Houston?”

“I thought I did. But now that I’m here, I realized just why I was okay with leaving in the first place. This isn’t my home. It never was. All I want in the world is to get back to the bayou, where I belong?”

“You feeling okay?” Armand asked, running a hand along her forehead. “We haven’t been gone nearly long enough for you to start feeling the pull back to the congregation, but maybe after last time, you’re more sensitive to it.”

Narcisse laughed. “I’ve never felt better in my life. I just want the three of us to go home. I finally belong somewhere, and I want to get back to it as soon as we can.”

Nelson rolled out of bed and reached for his pants. “In that case, I say we should get moving. I’m pretty excited about gettin’ home early, too.”

They hurried into their clothes and headed downstairs. Narcisse quickly handed over her key and signed some papers, and then they headed over to the truck they had rented. She didn’t even look back as they pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward I-10.

THE END

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