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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.

“Does she have it?” Chawni asked.

“I’m not sure. If she does, she hasn’t left it out. The old man doesn’t have it,” he replied.

“Monitor the situation. If she has one of those cylinders, we need to retrieve it before anyone discovers how to open it. Keep me advised on your progress.”

“Yes, Commander,” Axios replied.

After ending the call, Axios put the satellite phone back in the bag containing a single change of clothes and concealed the bag in the barn’s wall cavity.

The marking on his arm was a raised scar, and he felt the ridges with his fingertips, the memory of its creation distorted.

The snowy-owl shifter had had a marking just like this when he shifted.

It was the only time he had ever seen another with the marking before.

Looking toward the house, he knew that there would be no chance of him searching for the device any time soon. He turned, his eyes moving to the west. He could return to the human compound. Perhaps the old man would let slip where the cylinder had been hidden.

He strode forward, his muscles shifting and flexing as he prepared to take flight. He would return to the human settlement, driven by the need to find the cylinder, certainly not his yearning to see the delicate human woman with the gentle touch.

A faint blush of pink was spreading across the eastern sky as Jayden woke, signaling the arrival of a new day.

A sense of contentment, like a warm, soothing melody, pulsed through her body.

Van and Peterson had shown her pleasure in ways that were both unexpected and exhilarating.

Every inch of her body had been explored with such fervor that she felt weak and trembling, a delightful sensation that left her yearning for more.

The warmth of their embrace and the love in their eyes enveloped her completely.

Peterson lay on his back, his face turned towards her, one arm thrown over his head in a relaxed pose.

Her fingers had run through his hair, leaving it in a tangled mess, and the scent of him lingered on her fingertips.

She longed to run her fingers through his soft, thick hair and pull his lips down for a kiss, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.

The memory of his lips against hers, the way he had given her pleasure, sent shivers down her spine.

On the other side of her, Van lay completely relaxed on his stomach, his face pressed into her pillow, his hair tousled and his body radiating warmth.

He reveled in her complete surrender, taking pleasure in both giving and receiving.

He was more demanding than Peterson, constantly pushing for more and not afraid to speak up about his wants.

Her body flushed as she thought of some of his requests.

“That’s it, baby,” Van murmured in his sleep.

She felt a jolt of electricity run through her body as his hand slid over her stomach, the warmth of his touch and the husky sound of his voice making her heart race. Her lips parted on a gasp when she felt his desire nudging her to open for him.

When she looked to Peterson, she was captivated by the intense blue of his eyes, feeling as though she was being pulled into their depths.

A knowing smile curved his lips, revealing a glint of mischievous amusement.

Her hand stretched out, seeking his, as Van pressed forward, his body tense with purpose.

“I love you, Jayden,” Peterson murmured.

“Show me how much.”

“Head, tails, or buffalo nickel,” he teased, kissing her fingers.

“All of the above,” she said, tangling her hands in his hair.

To Be Continued…