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Harper

Maybe this whole fated mate thing was worth pursuing, because if one set of hands working to get me off was awesome, two was even better. Then Tor had to fall forward, feline as a cat, as his tongue flicked out.

“Oh!”

I couldn’t stop that little gasp from escaping.

Kieran had gotten me all wet and swollen when he went down on me, but Tor was something else.

It felt like every nerve ending came alive, the sensation so intense I was nearly forced to pull away when he looked up at me.

His eyes stared into mine as he licked his lips and then went back for more.

“Wait…” I didn’t want to stop him, instead using the grip on his hair to drag him closer, but I didn’t. “Tiger shifters have special tongues too?”

“All the better to eat you with, my dear.”

I didn’t point out that the quote was from the Big Bad Wolf, not the Big Bad Tiger.

Maybe because if Granny was getting this treatment, she’d have sent her granddaughter deep into the forest to play, as the tiger ate her alive.

Tor flopped down, dragging me forward as Kieran’s fingers separated my folds, my clit feeling like it stood proudly from my body.

Then as his finger slid down, Tor pushed his tongue inside me.

Full and yet not full enough, I began to squirm.

“Oh fuck… Oh fuck…”

They had me caught on the pin of lust, a butterfly flapping its wings uselessly, but not for long.

I wasn’t content to just be the recipient here.

My hands slapped down either side of Tor’s hips as I dropped lower.

That had my thighs spreading wider and Tor’s muffled growl seemed to indicate how he felt about that, right as my hand went around the base of his cock.

How did I give head to a spiky dick? I was about to find out.

“Mmmph!” Tor was forced to pull his mouth free of me as my tongue traced the shape of its crown. “Fuck, Harper, you don’t…”

Whatever he had to say, that was quickly forgotten as I ran my tongue around the base of one spine.

Springy like an earlobe, he shuddered through the whole process.

Right as a little spurt of precum escaped him, fingers found the place Tor had exited, tracing the shape of my entrance, then pushing in.

Yeah, just like that.

I lapped at one spine, then lunged forward, braving them in my need to have Tor down my throat. The spines folded back, which had him panting. Not for long though, his mouth busied itself making just as thorough an inspection of my clit.

The first thrust was a little scary. I could feel the spines tickling the insides of my mouth, and for a second I wondered if he’d lock down there, like a burr stuck to a sheep’s back. Instead, they moved with me. Flattening back when I bobbed my head, then pulling forward when I drew away.

“Harper…” Tor mumbled against my skin, forcing me to shiver. “Harper, you don’t…”

But I did.

If this was going to be my only chance, I’d walk away with stories to make my Nanna and her friends’ eyes go wide. Most guys liked a hand around their dicks when they got sucked off. I was about to find out if Tor felt the same way.

“Fuck!”

His hips thrust up, forcing his shaft deeper into my hand as I began to work it, my mouth fighting to keep pace.

Kieran’s fingers pushed deeper in response.

I found myself rocking back and forwards then, lost in the terrible rhythm they set.

My pleasure, Tor’s, even Kieran’s, it all seemed like the same thing, until a hand landed on my hip.

“Want to find out how bear shifters differ from humans?”

I pulled free, looking over my shoulder to see that Kieran was a dark, shadowy shape now. Just a wall of muscle and an open pair of pants. He fisted his cock in long, slow strokes that had me turning around.

“Thank fuck for that,” Tor gasped, pulling me against him as I sat there on my knees. “You had me so damn close.”

His kisses down my neck were a pleasant distraction, but not for long.

“No spikes,” I said, reaching out and tracing a finger along the underside of Kieran’s cock.

“Just one big one.”

As Tor’s arm went around my waist, holding me in place, Kieran wrapped my palm around his length.

That’s when I felt it. A guy’s dick might get diamond hard when he was ready to come, but that was nothing compared to this.

I swivelled my hand, feeling something long and hard buried inside his shaft.

Then I remembered what Nanna’s friends had discovered with their dissolute Googling.

“A baculum?” I asked.

Kieran nodded.

“Someone told you?”

“Honestly, unless you want to meet the randiest, craziest old ladies in the retirement home, you do not want to know how I found out about that. But yeah, it was discussed. So…” I pushed his hand away, taking over. “Is it gonna come out to play as well?”

“Not yet.” Kieran stroked my hair, staring down at me as I fought to close my fingers around his shaft and failed. “Not until you’re ready to accept the bond.”

So never, then. I bit back my disappointment before moving forward. Holding his dick against his taut stomach, my tongue slid upwards. Maybe I could tease it out, but first… I looked over my shoulder at Tor, catching him staring at my arse.

“Seems like you don’t have the same problem.”

“Something you need?” Tor was friendly, open, but in the darkness, I saw something else.

His eyes seemed to glow as he moved forward, reminding me of a tiger hunkered down in the bushes at night.

Trouble is, I wanted him to catch me. The brush of the head of his cock had me hissing, his hands slapping down on my hips and then dragging me backwards.

This was going to pinch, I felt that straight away, and Tor made a strangled sound.

“Let me in, Harper. You gotta let me in.”

Physically, that was easy. Tilting my hips back, spreading my stance, and then letting a long breath out as the head popped in.

I felt every damn one of those barbs as he pushed inside, the sensation forcing my teeth to lock together.

I wanted to pull away and thrust back for more, all at the same time.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that,” Tor grunted, his fingers biting into my hips. I let out a thin whine as he drew back, my hips following. More, I wanted more. “Don’t worry, love, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll get you where you need to go.”

“Is he hitting it just right?”

I looked up and found Kieran watching me with a slight smile. He ran his thumb over my parted lips and I sucked it in. Salty, male, it wasn’t enough, so I released it and went for what I really wanted.

“No, babe, you don’t need…”

Yes, I did, because this felt so. damn. good.

I was full, and I wanted to be fuller, my lips parting around the head of Kieran’s dick. My hands slid around those thick thighs, his taut glutes not giving for a second as I tugged him closer and that’s when we all began to move.

His cock jerked in my mouth, his low hiss making clear how he felt about this.

Tor made a strangled sound, his strokes getting deeper, harder, and I pushed back into each one of them.

A ragged purr, it took me a moment to realise, the sound filling the room.

It was both soothing and a reminder of his savage nature.

Claws pricked at my skin but didn’t deepen, making me shiver as Tor’s hand slid around.

Something hard made contact with my clit, rubbing the hood harder, faster.

God, I’d miss this after I’d slipped out the front door.

My hands clawed at Kieran, leaving red welts across his skin because all this feeling had to go somewhere.

It was like Tor was rewriting the rules of sex, declaring new heights of pleasure I’d never even dreamed of experiencing.

Just when I thought I was at my peak, he, they, would push me harder, faster, until the need to scream built inside me, but instead I just opened my jaws wider.

“Fuck…” Kieran growled. “Fuck, just like that.”

Exactly like that, it appeared. I was pinned to the spot as pleasure burst deep inside me, flaring bright, then brighter. My tongue worked, Tor slammed deeper, and then… We all went tumbling over the edge.

“So fucking perfect…” Tor growled, right as my body convulsed, drawing him deeper and deeper until the pleasure had my whole head filling with a white light. Pulse after pulse of timeless pleasure that threatened to go on for an eternity, until I was forced to crash back into my body.

Swallow.

Kieran grunted, emptying himself down my throat, his grip punishing, but I would never pull away.

I was too damn blissed out, and that pleasure was somehow expansive.

When we finally pulled free and collapsed onto the bed, I found myself snuggling down into both of them, trying to still my racing heart with my gasps, until Tor started purring.

He tucked me under his chin, those thick arms holding me right where I was, the vibrations reverberating through every inch of me. My eyes grew heavy, a strange kind of lassitude pinning me to the bed, as I felt myself start to drift off.

“So that was sex.” I snorted despite myself, cracking my eyes open to look up at Tor. His grin was bright in the darkness. “I mean people talk it up and shit, but I think they might’ve been holding back. That was…”

“Yeah, that was…” Kieran added as he rolled off the bed.

My hand shot out too late, wanting to drag him back and failing utterly, only for him to return with a rag.

I made a whining sound as he parted my thighs, then sighed as he cleaned me thoroughly.

“That was everything, Harper, and it’ll be like that each time. ”

“Better,” Tor added sleepily.

“Better,” Kieran agreed, settling back against me.

I didn’t really hear what they had to say at the time.

I was both dick drunk and alcohol drunk, so I could be excused for missing some important details.

Sleepy Harper might’ve missed them, but sober Harper didn’t.

Some time in the night, I woke up with a start from a dream where I was being smothered to death by a landslide.

Turns out it wasn’t mud that was squashing me, but them.

For shifters, they slept really damn heavily.

I was forced to fight my way free, Kieran snorting and then looking up at me blindly.

“Harper…?”

Why’d he have to sound so sweet? I told myself that jumping off the bed and pulling on my clothes was better for both of us, because having no romantic experience meant he didn’t know.

People pulled away, started getting colder and more distant, with every date.

I knew, because I’d tracked the demise of every relationship I’d ever had from the start.

It got to the point where I could predict the end of things down to the day.

There was the initial love bombing phase that was just glorious, but then what followed nearly killed me.

The snide comments, the sidelong looks at me, and then other girls.

The way the person I’d fallen for just faded away.

Because he was never there in the first place.

Love was for suckers, and I’d fallen for its bullshit too many times. I’d scratched my interspecies itch, and now it was time to exit stage left, before they pushed me out. Phone recovered, clothes back on, I slipped out the door, the sound of the guys’ gentle snores dropping away.

But not Mack’s.

Who would’ve thought I’d have more in common with the grumpy wolf shifter? Now I was sober, his cynical outlook made a lot of sense. Perhaps that’s why he appeared in the doorway on the opposite side of the hallway.

“Sneaking out?” I felt like a teenager trying to creep into her bedroom after curfew and Mack was my confusingly hot stepdad. He crossed his arms, the muscles in his bare chest popping. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Figured I’d do you a favour.”

There was something about this guy that forced me to snap back every time.

“Don’t kid yourself.” He looked me up and down, and suddenly I felt all the grime of a full day’s work on my skin. Didn’t stop him from stepping closer though. “You’re all tensed up, ready to run.” His face moved closer as he took a deep breath in. “I can smell it on you.”

“That’s what you wanted, right? For me to get out of your face, your life.” I threw my hands up, ready to edge away, when his arms slapped down on either side of my head. “Let me go and I won’t come back, that I can promise you.”

“Not that simple.” Having the mouth of a guy who could sprout fangs at will an inch away from my neck was terrifying to say the least, and yet I couldn’t find it in myself to fear him.

“If you didn’t want this, you should’ve blown them off, stayed away from the start.

” His nose trailed along my neck, forcing me to shiver.

“You certainly shouldn’t have fucked my packmates. ”

“My bad,” I squeaked. “Won’t happen again. Now?—”

“You know what happens when you run away from a predator?” he growled, his voice growing deeper and more rumbly.

My throat worked, ready to answer, but no sound came out.

“They give chase.” I sucked in breaths as he jerked himself away.

“Run, little Harper, as fast as you can, because there is nowhere you can go that I won’t find you. ”

Any other guy said that to me and I’d be calling the cops. Instead, I just stood there, panting, my nipples doing the best to burrow through my t-shirt. My lips moved of their own accord, grinning into the darkness.

“Yeah? Bring it on, Fur Face.”