Page 16 of Romanced by the Rat (Ghostlight Falls #3)

Chapter fifteen

Ramsay

M y consciousness blinks. The world opens to me like I’m cracking from a shell.

I’m somewhere foreign, lying on a bed and staring up at a popcorn ceiling, a fan blowing cool air on my face.

I groan, rubbing my face. My stubble pricks my fingers.

Odd since I’m always so well-shaven. Well, except as a rat, of course, there’d be no point.

I jerk up. My heart beats wildly as I bring my hands to my line of vision—my human hands. This must be a dream, or maybe I’m dead and returned to my true form in heaven.

I look around the room. I’ve been here before. It’s a simple, clean space, and a picture of a field of wildflowers hangs next to the door. I hung that picture. It took me forever as a rat.

“Charlotte!” I call, throwing my legs over the bed to stand. I look down. Shit, I’m naked. I grab a pillow from the top of the bed, using it to shield my manhood. Charlotte barges through the door, followed by Jeremy. “Oh my God!” She covers her mouth.

“It’s me, Ramsay,” I say. She doesn’t seem confused by who I am, but how would she know?

A disturbing thought pops into my head, and I turn to the floor-length mirror to my side.

I take in my reflection, running my hands down my jaw and over my chest. My anxiety deflates.

I’m not some rat-human creature. I’m completely back to my normal self.

“What happened?” I ask, not looking away from the me I missed so much.

Jeremy clears his throat, stepping into the room. “You passed out at Ratcliff’s. We didn’t know why, but we could tell you were still breathing.”

Charlotte finishes. “We rushed you here and were looking up the hours for Birds of a Feather Chicken Rescue.”

I turn to her. “Why?”

She shrugs. “There are no vets in town. We figured they could help.”

God, what would these two do without me? Before I can point out that chickens and rats are very different, Jeremy continues the story, “Next thing, you were screaming for Charlotte, and I guess now you’re back to being human.”

I sit on the bed, resting my head in my hands. “I don’t know how long this will last.”

Charlotte sits next to me, running a hand down my bare back. I’m lost in my thoughts, but the simple friction pulls me out of myself, all my attention rushing toward her fingertips. I straighten, staring at her.

She notices the shift and her pupils dilate. “You’re as handsome as I imagined you’d be.”

I scrunch my face. “Not as much as him.” I point to Jeremy, who joins me on the other side.

“I think the military fucked with your eyesight. You’re clearly hot.” He smirks.

My eyes widen. This must be a dream. Nobody has ever called me hot, let alone someone that looks like Jeremy.

Charlotte cups my chin and pulls my attention back to her. “How do you feel?”

I think about it for a second. “Fine. Not like I’m going to pop a tail anytime soon, at least.”

“Why are you back to human?” Jeremy asks.

“I don’t know. The scientists said I wasn’t supposed to change back, but they also said I wasn’t supposed to be conscious or able to talk, and clearly, they got that wrong. I guess they were wrong about this.” My heart speeds, but I can’t let the excitement overtake me. This could just be a fluke.

“Do you think it was the ratatouille?” Jeremy asks.

“What?” Charlotte and I both ask in unison.

“You ate a bite right before you passed out. Maybe that’s the cure. Ratatouille takes away your ratness.”

I shake my head and pat his cheek. “Jeremy, that’s the fucking stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” I smile, and he rolls his eyes and pushes me away playfully.

There’s no way to know why I’m back to my human form unless I want to return to Fort Pines and ask some questions, and that doesn’t seem like the best idea. In fact, if I plan to stay here as a human, I’m going to need to come up with a disguise.

Charlotte grabs my chin, turning my attention to her. “We might never get answers to a lot of things. We don’t even know if you’ll stay a human.”

“Wow, ” I deadpan. “How optimistic.”

She grabs my shoulder, pulling me closer. “I’m just saying, this might be our only chance.”

I know what she means—my bare cock pushes against the pillow—but I want to hear her say it. “Chance for what?”

She sighs. “To be together. All three of us.”

I turn to Jeremy, already studying me with parted lips. “Is that what you both want? To fuck me as a man?” It’s crass, but considering what I think we’re about to do, it doesn’t matter.

“Ramsay, I didn’t want to fuck a rat. I wanted the you on the inside.”

“I know, but now here I am—a man. Have you ever been with a man before?”

He shakes his head. “You’re not just a man, you’re you.

” Before I have time to argue, he pushes forward, grabbing my face and pulling my lips to his.

It’s my first kiss with a man—my first kiss in so fucking long, and it’s almost too much.

My hands find his neck, pulling him closer to me.

I almost forget Charlotte’s in the room with us, until the pillow is pulled off my lap, and her hands inch up my thighs.

I separate from Jeremy’s lips for just a second, regaining my composure.

She settles to her knees on the floor before me, looking up at me with wide, awestruck eyes.

I reach down, running my fingers through her silky, dark hair.

“Let me give you back the pleasure you gave me.” She lowers her lips to the head of my cock, and my breath comes out as a wobbly plea. Jeremy grabs my chin, directing me to his lips again. “I don’t know how long I’ll last,” I murmur against his lips.

“Shouldn’t be a problem. You’re a pro at coming more than once, after all.” He smiles against me, and I bite his mouth. “No pressure,” I respond.

Charlotte takes me deeper, her lips rolling and her tempo gentle. She comes up for a breath, a pop, and a string of saliva following. “God, you’re big.”

I grab her mouth. “I still bet you could take both of us at once.” She moans against my hand, and I guide her back to my cock, sighing in pleasure once she makes contact.

I’ve witnessed Jeremy’s cock from the top of his head.

Everything seems larger when you’re the size of a rat, but given the comparison of Charlotte’s tight hole, I know it will be impressive.

I reach for him, stroking his hardened length from the outside of his shorts.

It’s weird how much I want to feel him, lick him, take him until he’s hitting the back of my throat.

I’ve appreciated other men’s forms before, gazed a little longer than I should in the barrack showers, but I’ve never wanted a dick more than I want Jeremy’s.

When I reach underneath his waistband and pull him free, my hand wrapping around him, my want reverberates deep in my bones.

He joked—or maybe he was being serious—that the ratatouille cured me of my ratness, but perhaps it could be that ridiculous. Life’s ridiculous anyway. No, I don’t think it was the stupid dish, but maybe my want for both of them was so great that I willed my cells to make the change.

I just play, running my fingers over his tip, feeling his bulging veins down his shaft. “I think we might be the same size,” I whisper into his lips.

“I’ll have to feel for myself.”

His words—Charlotte's lips—it's too much. I jerk back, feeling my balls tighten, but she holds onto my legs, taking me deeper. I don’t have time to stop, my cum shoots out of me violently. It’s a lot, and I’m mortified that I didn’t at least warn Charlotte.

She doesn’t seem to mind, though. She drinks me down eagerly, as if my cum is made of honey.

Jeremy whispers into my ear. “That’s a good boy, come for us. So much cum in her tiny little mouth.”

My consciousness returns to me, and I chuckle, rolling my forehead against Jeremy’s. “When did you get so talkative?”

He shrugs. “I had a good teacher, after all.”

Charlotte crawls up my legs, her lips puffy and even more fuckable.

I pull her onto my lap and meet my lips to hers, tasting my salty flavor.

I pull her thin dress up the expanse of her body, pulling it over her head.

Her bare and wet cunt grinds against my leg.

“No underwear? What a naughty girl,” I say, taking a small break from her lips.

Her small noises, the thought of my cum down her throat—all of it goes straight to my cock, raising my member to full mast.

“Look at that,” Jeremy remarks. “I guess you’re not all talk.”

I look him in the eyes. “I want you to watch as I eat her pussy. This will be a lesson you won’t want to miss.

” I flip her to her back, and her full breasts fall to the sides.

God, I want to fuck every inch of her, but right now it’s about her pleasure, about showing them both how good this can be for all of us.

I kiss her lips gently, her breasts, her abdomen, and move even slower once I get to the apex of her thighs.

I tease, kissing everywhere but her cunt.

I lick her seam, and she squirms underneath me.

Her hands run through my short hair, clawing at my scalp. “Please, Ramsay.”

I sit up, looking Jeremy in the eye. He’s removed his clothes—gloriously and deliciously naked.

I almost lose myself at the sight, his defined muscles in every place they should be.

I can see why he loves bodybuilding. His body is a piece of art and should be displayed.

He intently watches us, stroking himself with his legs spread wide.

I find my words. “See, you want her to beg like this. Don’t let her come until she’s squirming. ”

I dive back in, eagerly licking her from top to bottom.

She cries out, grinding on my mouth. She wants me on her clit, I can tell in the way she arches her back, but I don’t give in, not yet.

I give her several more torturous strokes until I focus my attention on her sensitive bud. “Yes, just like that,” she cries.

I pull away, and she sobs, but I need to make sure Jeremy is paying attention. His eyes are half-lidded, and his strokes are increasing in speed. “Good boy, Jeremy. I want you to come while you watch me. Don’t take your eyes off her. She’s going to look so pretty when she comes.”

I apply direct pressure to her clit, moving my tongue ever so slightly.

She erupts from underneath me, holding onto my shoulder to keep herself steady.

I’m focused on Charlotte, wringing out every last drop of her pleasure, but I can’t help but tune in as Jeremy cries out from next to us.

I reach for him, grabbing his cock and lathering my hand in his pre cum at his tip.

I push his hand away, stroking him until he releases.

I rub his cum up and down his shaft until he’s too sensitive to take any more.

I sit up from Charlotte’s pussy, bending over to Jeremy’s lips. “Taste her on me. She’s so fucking good.” I devour his lips, my hand not leaving his cock. “See. I told you. You’re already so hard.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters.

I pull back, grabbing Charlotte’s slackened body and flipping her around so her ass is against my cock. She makes a little yelp but bucks her hips into me.

“Jeremy, choke her on your cock while I fuck her.”

“Yes, sir.”

My cock hardens even more that they’re both taking my orders. They're my perfect little playthings, and I don’t even have to pull hair to get them to do what I want.

Jeremy bends down, kissing Charlotte before she pulls away, desperate to have his dick in her mouth.

“God, girl. Take him just like that,” I say, rubbing the tip of my cock against her sopping wet cunt.

Our eyes meet, and we both thrust into Charlotte. Her body vibrates with her moan. I’ve only managed to insert the tip, and she’s barely taking more than that of Jeremy, but we both time our motions, thrusting into her at the perfect tempo.

Charlotte’s small compared to us, so I lean forward and Jeremy meets me halfway.

One of my hands grabs the back of his neck while the other rests in the hinge of Charlotte’s hips, grounding myself as I pound into her.

She’s moaning around Jeremy’s cock, but I know I could give her more.

I reach around, sliding my fingers through her wet skin, circling her clit.

She cries out, and Jeremy thrusts deeper, causing her to gag. From the way she presses into me more, I can tell she loves it. She wants it harder and faster, and I’m anything if not her humble servant, ready to give her just what she deserves.

My muscles tense. I want us to come just like this—all three of us connecting.

It’s so fucking perfect, better than I could have ever imagined.

I explore every inch of Jeremy’s mouth, reveling in the feel of Charlotte’s cunt constricting around me, focusing on the motions of my fingers as I strum her as if I’m wringing myself of the same pleasure she’s feeling.

I’ve always searched for meaning—a purpose.

I wanted to lose myself in a cause. The military took all of me, changing me into something I didn’t even know anymore—literally.

And yet, even with giving every part of myself, I never felt complete.

Now, in this moment, connected to the two people I thought would never be mine, I feel whole.

It’s ridiculous. We’re fucking. It’s a crazy, porno fantasy brought to life, but it’s everything to me.

More than pleasure. More than a release. This is it.

As my second orgasm rolls through me and I feel and watch as Jeremy and Charlotte follow after me, mere seconds behind, I know it even more. We’re made for each other—three imperfect pieces coming together to form a perfect binding.

I fall next to Charlotte on her bed, Jeremy doing the same on the other side of her. Part of me wonders if it will be awkward now, but we nuzzle into each other, sprinkling kisses over the nearest skin.

“God, I love you two.” I don’t even realize I say it. My body knows more than my brain will allow, and I tense, hoping the two will ignore it instead of explaining that it’s too soon for such bold statements.

Charlotte turns to me, looking deep into my eyes. “I love you both, too.” She rolls back to Jeremy. “I know it’s soon, but that was too perfect to be anything but love.”

Jeremy laughs. “Good, because I fucking love you both.”

She kisses us, and Jeremy and I grab hands across Charlotte’s body. I pull them as close as possible. Everything’s perfect until the world starts to fade. I’m losing consciousness again, which could only mean one thing.