Spirits Shared (19 page)

"That's good, baby," Clay said, gripping her
hair as she made love to him with her mouth. "You're so good."

His praise flooded her channel with more
arousal. She pressed backward, driving Tekoa's fingers deeper.

"She's so wet," Tekoa said. "She's always so
wet and ready."

"Do you want him to put his cock in you?"
Clay asked.

Her mouth left his hard flesh long enough to
moan and say, "Yes."

Tekoa's fingers retreated and she whimpered.
His hands smoothed over her bare buttocks then cupped her hips.

His cock head pressed to her entrance. And
his entering her, stretching her one slow inch at a time, was sweet
torture. She tried to rush him, to impale herself on him, but his
hands on her hips prevented it.

Clay's quickened breathing made her shiver
with anticipation. "Suck me, Jess, take me all the way back while
Tekoa fucks your beautiful little pussy."

She couldn't have disobeyed if her life
depended on it. On the drive to the cabin, part of her had worried
that Clay's coarse talk would remind her of the convict and have
her shying away from his demands before she could stop herself from
doing it, but love and trust kept that from happening.

She liked Clay's rough side as much as she
liked the tender side he was always willing to show her. His
dominance turned her on as much as his caring did.

"That's right, babe," Clay said, tightening
his grip on Jess's hair, lust pouring into him at the sight of
Tekoa's glistening cock powering in and out of Jess.

Christ, she made him feel helpless and
powerful at the same time.

He was addicted to her. He'd been completely
lost from the first.

His balls pulled tight and his heart
thundered. "I'm not going to last much longer."

In the cruiser Tekoa had told Jess he'd show
her what it meant to belong to The People when they got back to the
cabin. And then at the desk he'd said they'd come to bed and
soar.

Clay assumed it'd happen when they came
together, but he was having a hard time focusing on why he should
wait. Not when ecstasy was Jess's mouth on his cock.

He moaned and leaned forward. "Oh god, Jess,
that feels so good. Don't stop. Don't stop."

White-hot shards of pleasure skittered along
his backbone. He was close. Almost there.

Jessica whimpered and then her mouth left
him.

Clay's eyelids flew open. He was panting,
his hips pumping, air-fucking where Jessica's mouth had just
been.

Tekoa's hand landed on Clay's chest and
pushed him backward. "Get on top of him," Tekoa told Jess. "Put his
cock inside you."

She straddled him, guided him to her
entrance. Clay moaned and arched, shuddered as the tight muscles of
her pussy clamped down on him, every bit as hungry and wet as her
mouth.

Oh yeah
, he thought, driving himself
deeper,
this is better
.

Hands in her hair, he brought her mouth to
his. "I love you so much," he said, melding their lips together so
his tongue could mimic what his cock was doing.

Tekoa's shaft was wet. Her back entrance was
slick with arousal but he still coated himself with lubricant then
prepared Jess for his cock.

She shivered, widened her thighs, and tilted
her pelvis. And Clay's hands swept down her spine then palmed her
buttocks and spread them.

Lust burned thorough Tekoa in a soul-deep
need that would only be appeased one way. He placed the head of his
cock at her back entrance. Fought against the tight ring of muscles
keeping him from being with both of his mates at the same time.

Inch by inch he joined with them. Nothing in
his life had prepared him for the ecstasy of another man's cock
against his as they were both held deep in
their
woman's
body.

He stayed motionless for as long as he
could. He savored the pulse of their shared heartbeat. He offered a
prayer of thanks for both Jessica and Clay.

And then he thrust. Slowly at first. Then
faster. His cock in tandem with Clay's. His cock in counterthrust.
And between them Jessica writhed and moaned and whimpered.

Her pleasure ratcheted up theirs. Her heated
flesh inflamed them, drove them to give everything.

Jessica felt full, not only from the dual
penetration of their cocks, but from the emotion swamping her. It
was almost too much, as though her body couldn't house the pleasure
that came with having them both love her so intensely.

Her heart raced and thundered. Her channel
tightened on them, as if somehow she could stop the wild rush if
she could only hold their cocks still in her depths.

Tekoa's mouth brushed her ear. "Don't fight
it, Jess. Let go."

Clay's fingers squeezed her nipples and sent
erotic pain flashing to her clit. "Come for us, babe. Come for
us."

He tightened his fingers and she lost the
battle. Screamed as the hot wash of their semen poured into her and
an orgasm unlike any she'd ever experienced cast her into the
unknown.

For a split second there was only the gray
cold of a scattered mass before a cloud was born. It was followed
by cognizance, consciousness. Total awareness.

Her human form lay on the bed, held between
Tekoa and Clay, but her spirit flew in a brightly feathered body
that was myth and reality at the same time.

Tekoa was above her. Clay was beneath.

What do you think, babe? Pretty cool
huh
? Clay said, lifting so her talons touched his back.

More like amazing
. She looked up at
Tekoa's larger form, her heart swelling
. Because of you.

His laugh was husky and tender and filled
with promise.
Not because of me. The three of us were always
meant to be together. The two of you just needed to show up on
Thunderbird lands.

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