Shifting Snows (4 page)

As Sorin watched, Danel pressed his erection to her folds. It slipped over her slit, teasing her. Gripping his base, he guided the rod in a lazy up-down motion that had Macy clawing at the floor. Slowly, he pushed inside her. His size was similar to Sorin’s, and it appeared she easily took him. She groaned, shoving her hips against him until he reached the hilt.

Unable to resist, Sorin kissed her belly. As he moved between her navel and her mound, he felt Danel’s rhythm beneath his lips so clearly that it was almost as if he could open his mouth and have Danel slide right in. Sorin enjoyed the sensation as he explored Macy. Her tangy arousal filled his senses as he breathed her in, but it wasn’t alone. Her sharp scent combined with Danel’s deeper, darker musky aroma to wrap around Sorin like an elixir to the future. As if he had only to breathe it in, to taste them and happiness would be his.

Reaching for her pussy, he spread her further and fastened his mouth on her throbbing clit. Her tiny pulses vibrated rapidly against his sensitive tongue, testament to her excitement. He sucked that nubbin, occasionally stopping to flick out his tongue to taste Danel.

Calin bumped against him as he started to kiss Abel over the top of Macy—they never had been able to resist one another. She didn’t seem to care. Pausing, he glanced at her. Her eyes were closed, and her head rolled back and forth, her lips working silently as she shook with her reactions. Her hands fluttered over the other two men, stroking their shoulders, their backs, their necks. As he watched, she fisted her fingers in their hair. Sorin noticed that even though Calin and Abel had stopped momentarily to kiss, they still taunted her nipples with their deft fingers. Their cocks bobbed, pre-cum shiny on the heads. Would they last until they fucked her?

Sitting back on his heels, he contemplated the men. It was his duty to share her with them if she was willing, but what if…

Angry denial trailed away his thought but it still lingered on the edges of his mind. He wanted to yell to the world that she was his, but what if…

He had to think it. He had to face it. What if mating with the other couple was more potent? It wouldn’t be a conscious decision, but what if Macy felt more drawn to the other pair, and less to Danel and Sorin? When they left for their own bed, she’d go with them without even intending it. It would just happen.

Suddenly, Macy screeched as she found release again, and Danel groaned, his hips pumping while his thumb moved rhythmically over the nub Sorin had neglected.

Sensing their time was near, Calin and Abel stopped kissing and watched avidly. Sorin knew without a word that they intended to take her together. Getting up, Sorin went to the vanity and retrieved a tube of lubricant.

“Be very careful,” he ordered, handing it to Calin. Being older, Calin had more experience and frankly Sorin trusted him more. Sorin refused to have Macy hurt, even if it was only by accident. He’d kick out his two friends before they touched her further if he had to, and that primal instinct to protect her reassured him.

“Don’t worry,” Calin said. “I’d sooner cut off my dick than hurt her.”

Oblivious to them, Danel bent over Macy. They embraced, kissing fervently as they moved together. Reluctantly, Danel pulled away.

“You’re not done, sweetheart,” he murmured.

Macy grinned. “Bring it on! They’ve waited so patiently.” She winked at Abel, whom Sorin suspected would soon become her sidekick around the village. Sorin wasn’t sure he was happy about that, but he didn’t stop the younger man from lying beside her. Reaching around her, he brought her to rest on his chest. Her legs naturally straddled his hips.

“So you like it this way, do you, young man,” she teased. “You’re legal, right?”

“For six years now. Oh God—” he groaned as she slid along his shaft, teasing him. Sorin missed the rest of the exchange as Danel drew him aside.

“You disappeared there,” Danel said, his statement an unspoken question.

“Just thinking,” he replied.

Of course, his partner knew. His eyes narrowed, the gray turning stormy. “She’s ours. Can’t you feel it in your gut?”

Sorin glanced over, seeing how comfortable she was with fucking Abel while Calin rubbed his hands over her body. “I want to believe, but part of me keeps yelling ‘wishful thinking’. We won’t know until they go to leave.”

“Don’t even think it,” Danel growled again. “You’re the alpha. Inside you, you know. She’s ours.”

Sorin lurched as he saw Macy startle. They were so connected; they had to be mates.

Macy jumped as Calin’s cool fingers pressed to her anus. She’d been so focused on Abel’s cock, she hadn’t realized Calin’s intent. Abel felt good in her pussy. Not as perfect as Sorin and Danel but…
good.
Nice. Different. His shaft sent waves of soft pleasure through her as she rocked over him. Then Calin’s fingers…

She should have guessed. She wasn’t an anal virgin, but having two guys at once made her nervous. Slowly, however, Calin’s firm, gentle touch calmed her. He worked the digits in and out of her rear passage, loosening the tight muscles that hadn’t been fucked in years. When his slicked cock pressed to her anus, she relaxed, hovering above Abel’s cock.

A slight pinch made her wince as Calin pushed inside, and to her left, Sorin growled. She glanced over at him. He and Danel leaned tensely against the vanity and watched the trio on the tile. She grinned at them then returned her focus to Abel as Calin pushed farther inside her.

“Okay?” Abel asked.

“Just right,” she replied. And it was. The sweaty sordidness of the moment had shifted to muzzy happiness as she experienced all four men. “More,” she urged as soon as Calin was seated inside her.

“Want this?” Abel asked, teasing her opening much as Danel had.

Leaning down, she bit his shoulder then moved her mouth to his ear. “I have three others willing to give it to me,” she teased. “If you’re done…”

“Abel, you’re killing me here,” Calin grunted. He’d remained still as he’d waited for the other man to join him inside her. Grabbing her hips around Calin’s fingers, Abel worked his way inside her snug passage. Macy bit her lip, breathing heavily as she adjusted to their cocks.

Her back arched at the sensation of double penetration, making her breasts sway though they felt heavy with the sexual arousal flooding her. Each move brushed the rigid nipples of her small breasts against Abel. Shears of pleasure contracted her muscles around the men inside her, making them groan. It wouldn’t be long for any of them.

Calin pressed his hand into her back, pushing her forward into Abel. His fingers remained splayed on her back, holding her there while both men sawed into her in a counter-rhythm. God help her, the position turned her on even more. She nuzzled her face into Abel’s neck, screaming as the tremors started inside her once more. Calin swore as his fiery release poured inside her.

Beneath her, Abel bucked. His cock prodded her g-spot over and over, driving on her orgasm until her muscles burned from the exertion and still she wanted more as a larger release waited for her. It didn’t come as his cum filled her.

Calin stepped away from her, and suddenly, she was lifted off him and pressed to the wall. Only… it wasn’t the wall. Danel’s arms slipped around her as his newly erect shaft pressed into her stretched rectum. Sorin thrust into her pussy, fucking her hard and driving her to the final orgasm that had eluded her. Her head dropped back to Danel’s shoulder as she screamed, her vision dimming as every nerve ending fired.

Macy clawed at Sorin’s shoulders, barely able to breathe, her body a giant ball of sensation. Sorin’s sparse chest hair tormented her nipples, her limbs burned more intensely from the continued pounding, her pussy throbbed with the unbearable pleasure. Danel’s cock seemed so hot, so thick in her ass. Sorin seemed even thicker. She clung to him as she shuddered uncontrollably and hoped he’d catch her if she started to fall…

* * * *

Hole-lee-crap!
That was all Macy’s dazed brain could fathom as she roused. Blinking, she realized she was on a bed, and someone had wrapped her in thick white robe. The arms hung past her hands, but the edges had been overlapped and cinched tightly to adequately cover her. Pushing awkwardly to her elbows, she realized she was still in Sorin and Danel’s bedroom. It couldn’t have been long since the sex-a-thon, because the four men stood nearby talking quietly amongst themselves.

Leaving them, Sorin moved quickly to her side. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Perfect, but what kind of a wuss am I? Passing out from sex?” How embarrassing.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Was a rather big ego boost for me.”

“You’re such a guy,” she laughed.

His eyebrow lifted. “You’d have me any other way?”

She shook her head then paused as she saw Abel and Calin heading for the door. Scrambling around Sorin and getting caught in the voluminous fabric, she tripped from the bed then hurried after them.

“Hey,” she called, reaching them at the door.

Both turned, appearing somewhat stunned. Calin’s brows drew together.

“You’re just gonna leave without saying bye?” she asked.

“It’s just across the hall,” Abel laughed, and the corner of Calin’s mouth turned up as he relaxed. What was that about?

“Well, after what just happened, you can’t just walk off.” She cupped Calin’s cheek then kissed it. She did the same to Abel. “It was amazing. Thank you.”

Calin gave a sharp nod then pulled Abel from the room. Leaning on the door, she watched them go then closed it. When she turned back to Sorin and Danel, they were staring at her.

Chapter Five

“What?” she demanded.

“We thought you were going with them,” Danel said.

“Why would you think that?” she asked when neither man offered further information. Her brow furrowed as both seemed to weigh their replies, and neither said a word. “Do you lose a lot of girls to them? Surely not. I mean, look at you,” she spouted nervously with a wave of her hand at their naked forms.

The other two had dressed sometime while she’d been passed out, but Sorin and Danel hadn’t. Refusing to be distracted by that, she focused on their faces—though the truth of their state was clear in her mind.
Naked, naked, naked,
her thoughts taunted.

“There aren’t a lot of girls to lose,” Sorin finally answered. He walked toward her, and she backed away as a horrifying thought occurred to her.

“Was this a contest?” No…it couldn’t be. But then…she didn’t know them well. She didn’t know them at all! And she’d slept with them.

“No,” Sorin protested. His hands slid along her upper arms and despite her worry, his touch calmed her blooming anger. He seemed guilt-free. There wasn’t a trace in his strange-colored eyes. “There was no contest. There were four of us here. Why did you choose to stay with us?”

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. Why wouldn’t she stay? There hadn’t been a question in her mind about what room she should stay in. For some reason, her senses had connected with Sorin and Danel, deciding they were the pair she’d be with for the weekend. It hadn’t been conscious. A tenuous bond had grown between them that she couldn’t explain. She felt it with these two and not with the others.

“It just seemed right?” Danel ventured.

“Yeah. Weird, huh? I should take that bath now. I bet the water’s cold now.” The sooner they were off the subject of her oddball feelings the better. She must be hormonal or something—

Her eyes went wide, and she stumbled, reaching blindly for anything to keep her up. Immediately, Sorin caught her to him.

“Macy,” he gasped. “What’s wrong?”

“You…none of you…” Tears filled her eyes as being hormonal and the act they’d just completed clicked together to form damning evidence of the stupidest thing she’d ever done. “None of you wore condoms,” she rasped, barely able to get out the words. She placed the blame fully on herself. She should have made them stop, to wear protection. It was her body after all, and ultimately, she’d be the ones to bear the consequence.

“Baby,” Sorin soothed, kissing her temple. He lifted her into his arms. “It’s okay—”

“No it’s not!” she snapped.

“Yes, it is,” he continued, heading toward the bathroom. “None of us have diseases, and I can guarantee you that you have not been impregnated.”

“How can you guarantee that? I’m not stupid,” she argued. “Even if I did just do the most irresponsible thing ever. We had sex. There were no condoms. There could be repercussions.” But thank God, no diseases if he was telling the truth.

“My people are…advanced in procreation,” Sorin said slowly. “Right now, none of us is able to get you with…child.”

She blinked at him. It seemed too good to be true. And frankly, it sounded like a big fat lie, but she needed to grasp at those straws as fragile as they seemed. “Really?” she still asked.

“Really.”

“And your
people
didn’t think they should share with the rest of the class?”

“Only certain men can do it,” he explained. “The four of us can.”