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She rolled her eyes and turned into his arms. “I can explore the house later… much, much later.”

“Thank the Goddesses. This courting shit is hard on the balls,” he muttered.

Van leaned down and swept Jayden into his arms, her joyous giggles filling the air. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and playfully bit at his throat, her teeth grazing his skin. Peterson made a beeline for the front door and flung it open. Peterson sprinted ahead, leaving Jayden to take her time exploring Van’s neck.

Anticipation flickered in her eyes as she saw Peterson begin undressing. Peterson was only wearing his silky gray boxers when they reached the master bedroom. His desire was so apparent, it made his boxers bulge, and she couldn't help but stare, her eyes widening in disbelief.

“Are you sure we are going to fit together?” she asked, her eyes glued to his groin.

“You’ll be amazed at how well we will fit,” he promised.

With a tender touch, Van transferred her to Peterson, who held her close. Jayden was relieved that she had opted for a more comfortable outfit earlier, ditching the restrictive bra and underwear in favor of looser clothing. Her nipples were swollen and tender, a heavy ache pulsing through them and making them sensitive. As he carried her to the king-size bed, Peterson stole a kiss, his lips lingering on hers.

Van pulled the bedspread back, revealing the crisp white sheets, and rolled across to the other side as Peterson gently lowered her to the mattress. A low moan of longing escaped her lips as Van pulled down her thin linen trousers, the soft fabric whispering against her skin as it fell to the floor, along with her slip-on shoes. She heard a ripping sound, like fabric being torn, and instinctively pulled back. She blinked, a little shocked, and then laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners, when she realized Peterson had ripped the buttons off her blouse.

“Michaela gave this to me this morning as a wedding present,” she gasped, falling back against the pillows when he suddenly straddled her.

He pulled her blouse off with a rough growl, sending it flying to the floor as her arms raised in response.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he promised.

Van locked her arms above her head, holding them with one large hand while he cupped her small breast in his hand. Her eyelids fluttered when he pinched the sensitive buds straining for more attention.

“Heads, tails, or buffalo nickel, Peterson,” Van muttered.

“Let’s let Jayden make the call,” Peterson suggested.

“What-what does that mean?” she asked.

“Heads, Van gets to slide his cock between your sweet lips while I get to devour your sweet clit,” he replied.

Her body bowed when Van bent and captured her nipple between his lips, sucking deep until she felt like he was sucking on her core. Her fingers flexed, wanting to wrap around his cock and bring him the same pleasure he was giving her.

“And-and buffalo nickel? What’s that?” she breathed.

“That’s when you get both of us at the same time, honey. You get to ride and be ridden in the most delicious way,” Peterson said.

Her legs fell open when he slid his hand down between them and cupped her buttocks. Her breath caught when he gently caressed the crack of her ass with his thumbs. The vision of what he was telling her sent a shaft of pleasure-pain through her. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that, not the first time.

But, maybe the second.

“Heads. Let’s start with heads and work our way to the buffalo—to the buffalo nickel,” she moaned.

“We’ll make sure you are ready,” Van promised.

Jayden was certain she was already ready. Her body felt as if it was filled with molten liquid. Her gasp turned to a muffled scream when Peterson cupped her buttocks and buried his face between her legs. She locked her legs around his head, pulling him closer even as she reached for Van.

Her lips parted and her hand wrapped around his straining cock. She would have to remember to thank Michaela for the videos she had shared on shifter sex. This was way better than any video explaining how things worked between shifters. It was a hell of a lot more satisfying than doing it herself.

Her body was locked in spasms of delight. Her orgasm pulsing in endless waves of intense pleasure. She didn’t think anything could be more mind blowing until Peterson slid deep inside her, stretching her and stroking her pulsing channel.

Her eyes flashed open to see the intense expression on Van’s face. Sliding her lips from around his cock, she breathed deeply before speaking.

“Buffalo nickel,” she panted. “I want a buffalo nickel.”

“Oh, baby. You are about to be so thoroughly loved,” Van groaned.

The owl perched on the wind vane soared behind the barn and shifted position. The task of spying on humans filled Axios with a deep, visceral loathing. He walked over to the small bag he had dropped earlier and pulled out the satellite phone, its sleek design feeling cool in his hand. His focus lingered on the house, vigilant and attentive, as he waited for the phone to connect.