Page 26 of Feral Moon Rising
Chapter Twelve
Blake
Our mate liked to watch.
She also loved to swim and couldn’t cook, not that I gave two fucks about that last.
We left New York in a hurry. Well, the next sunrise Lottie could walk on after we fucked her and ourselves into oblivion. Not that we made her walk—at least, not all the way to Bartholomew Bayou where we spent the last of my money, Mister Tight-ass never being willing to part with his own—on a double-story stilted cottage in Arkansas.
I winced when Gray announced his grand plan, certain Lottie was about to teach him what a fist to the face finally felt like. Hell, did I earn a sunrise surprise when she jumped him and they screwed like bunnies all over the apartment that morning. Left to my own devices, I looked up a stack of places, found the one I liked best, and threw a deposit on it before Gray was any the wiser.
That earnedmea heady kiss and a dozen hours on my knees as recompense ... which was how we found out our mate liked to watch. Once we arrived, unpacked our meager belongings, we discovered Lottie liked to lie on her back in the sun with my head between her legs, and my knees developing new calluses while Gray held my literal balls in his hand and ploughed my asshole purely for her entertainment. And maybe for his, too.
Mind, she came on my tongue so beautifully, I barely minded not being able to walk for at least two reasons the next day.
Lottie’s hands tangled freely in my hair urging me deeper as water lapped around the cottage’s stilts. I speared my tongue into her delicious pussy, groaning as her slick walls flushed with a fresh round of heat and cream for me.
“Fuck, you’re delicious,” I muttered, lapping at her.
“Feels good,” she moaned back, rocking into me.
“Shut up and remember why you’re our bitch for the month,” Gray snarled, gripping my balls in one fist and pulling my sack tight.
I groaned as he pulsed his fingers rhythmically, enough for me to want to burst at the seams while he buried his thick-spined shaft deep in my ass, torturing me, but his grip was tight enough to prevent me from spending just yet.
A quick glance between my legs proved my cockhead was as angry and red-colored as my back and ass probably were—from the heat and sun, not from Gray’s spanks, though he wasn’t shy on that front.
“Don’t our girl deserve your dick?” I groused, laving her clit gently.
“Yes please,” she murmured.
“Not today, pet.” Gray leaned over me, burying himself deeper than ever in my bowels, and kissed her as he jacked his hips painfully just to prove his point. His spines flared, lodging in place, raking my walls. “But if you roll over, I think your boy wants to fill that pretty cunt with his seed. Could you do that?” he muttered mockingly into my ear, biting the lobe as he jerked on my ball sack.
“Yes, please, Gray,” I gasped, rutting at him as I fucked myself on his cock, wearing his pain.
“Good little slut, isn’t he?” Gray laughed as Lottie positioned herself beneath me and worked my straining, painful cock that needed to come so badly into her sopping, freshly licked cunt. “Why don't you spread those lovely legs, pet, and let him rut his slutty need out for us both, hmm?”
“Will you do that?” she asked softly, seeking my consent as she looked over her shoulder at me with wide eyes.
Her pretty little pussy I’d spent an hour kissing hugged my cock to perfection.
“Anything for you, sweetness,” I mumbled back. “Don’t you fucking let go,” I warned Gray.
His laugh echoed across the deceptively still waters. “You’ll regret saying that when your asshole is gaping later.”
“It’ll be worth it.”
At least the local gator shifter population would get a good show. Fuck knew what they thought of us, but they seemed to understand we came out here to hide from the world and they left us well enough alone in the interim. We would see how long that fragile peace lasted.
“Hold me tight,” I whispered.
Gray heard, and strangled my balls until I swore they turned blue.
Then I did as he asked so nicely, and humiliated myself for them both, fucking myself raw between his cock and her soaked, welcoming hole until they both shuddered around me. Only when Gray’s weight bore me into the boards and my arms trembled, unable to sustain both our weight any longer, did he let go of my balls.
I knew he’d let me ruin but Lottie helped, massaging and milking my cock with her hot little pussy I spent so long worshipping, until I came with a strangled scream. Gray swallowed my sounds as he tongued my mouth lewdly, a show for her as I flooded her cunt and thighs with my need for the mate we found abandoned in an alley one night beneath a feral moon rising.
The End