Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Four

Havermouth, The Next Day

Aislen woke when Rhett eased out from under her. She had been lying half over him, her leg thrown over his body and her hand on his chest, and muttered her complaint as his movement unbalanced her and let the cooler air touch her skin. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I have a client coming at nine,” he whispered. “I have to go set up.”

“Too early.”

“I know, but they work afternoons, and it will take a good three hours.”

Talen wrapped an arm around her and drew her into the cup of his body. “Sleep some more, Morgana,” he murmured. “You need to rest in order to heal.”

“Careful,” Cameron snickered suddenly and Aislen opened her eyes to see that he had saved Rhett from falling over as he put on his jeans. “Fuck man, you’re not a good morning person. One leg in each leg hole, right?” Cameron was already almost fully dressed, his shirt hanging open, but his jeans and shoes on.

“Need coffee before my brain will wake up fully,” Rhett replied.

“For fuck sake,” Heath grumbled from behind Talen. “Get dressed and go, already.”

Aislen wriggled her arse back against Talen, feeling the throb of his cock against her. “I’m awake, daddy,” she caught his hand with hers and lifted it to cup her breast. “And you’re armed and ready to please…”

“Hmm,” he hummed his laughter into her hair and his big hand closed over her breast, squeezing firmly as he lifted onto his elbow and began to kiss along the line of her shoulder and neck. “Touch yourself, Morgana,” he rumbled into her ear. “Part your thighs and touch yourself as if it were one of us touching you.”

“Fuck,” Cameron said, pausing in the doorway and looking back over his shoulder at the bed wistfully as Aislen obeyed. “Now I’m going to be sporting wood whilst I feed the fucking cattle. Not fair.”

“At least the cattle won’t know the difference,” Rhett gave him a slight push to move him into the hallway. “I have to spend three hours tattooing a sleeve on a homophobic truck driver, and he’s going to think I’m hard over him.”

Aislen giggled and felt Talen’s breath huff out against her neck as he laughed silently.

“Fucking comedians,” Heath observed, reaching over Talen to grasp his cock, making the vampire moan against Aislen’s skin.

Aislen felt a fission of heat pass through her. Fuck, she thought, was there anything sexier than one of her men bringing another pleasure? Was there any sound more erotic than a man’s groan? She could feel the throb of arousal through her clit and used her finger to collect her own slick and use it to lubricate her touch.

“Roll onto your back, little demon,” Talen murmured. “Let us see you.”

Aislen rolled onto her back and turned until she could hook her knees over Talen’s body, spreading her legs, her cunt brushed by Heath’s hand as he stroked Talen’s cock. She scooted her arse closer and Heath complicitly directed Talen’s tip into her. She moaned, enjoying the teasing penetration.

Talen’s eyes were narrowed and his mouth slightly parted as he relaxed into the pleasure of letting Heath control the shallow fucking of his cock into Aislen’s cunt. Heath’s breath was heavy and his expression intent, watching as Talen’s cock parted Aislen and then withdrew, the tip and Heath’s fingers glossing with her slick and Talen’s pre-cum.

“I want to lick her cum off of your cock,” Heath breathed, pressing his lips in kisses along Talen’s arm.

Talen’s eyes opened and his smile was wicked. “A very reasonable request,” he decided, and Heath released him as Talen rolled onto his back. “Ride me, little demon. You know how to stop an orgasm, Heath…”

“Yes,” Heath groaned the word out as Aislen straddled Talen’s hips and took his cock into her with a moan. Talen spread his legs and she watched over her shoulder as she began to grind her hips in a rock over Talen’s cock. Heath knelt between Talen’s legs and met her mouth with his in a slightly awkward kiss, heavy with breath and heated with tongue. She felt his hand beneath her arse as he cupped the vampire’s balls and felt the vibration of Talen’s moan, the sound dragging her eyes back to the vampire.

Talen’s smile was sultry and sensuous, and his hands stroked down his stomach, to the base of his cock, adding the fingers of one hand to the penetration, whilst he pressed against her clit with the others.

“Oh, god,” she groaned the stretch of his fingers and cock within her just on the right edge of pleasure. Heath’s teeth gripped her shoulder in a pinch as he reached around her to cup her breast with one hand, causing a low growl in his throat.

Talen’s eyes flashed red as he grinned. “Our werewolf is a bit excited.”

Heath released his grip on her shoulder with a rueful laugh. “Instincts,” he confessed.

Aislen remembered how Rhett had knotted within her when he had lost control of his shift, and shivered as the fission crossed her skin, tightening her nipples. “Do you remember how Rhett knotted inside me, Heath…”

His answer was a groan. “He said that it was incredibly intense,” he was breathless with arousal over the idea. “I’d definitely be keen to try it.”

“I am intrigued,” Talen commented. “Would you like to swap places, Heath?”

“Yeah,” Heath lay out on his back beside Talen. Aislen lifted from Talen’s cock with a groan as her body reluctantly released him. His cock was slick from her and she caught her lip between her teeth, meeting his eyes and knowing precisely his next move. Talen’s smirk was wicked.

Aislen placed a knee to either side of Heath, leaning back as the vampire rose to his feet. She saw Heath’s realization a moment before the blonde werewolf grinned. Heath reached over his head and gripped the bed head, the muscles standing out in his arms.

Talen straddled his chest and kneeled carefully as Aislen stroked over Heath’s cock before positioning it against her. She lowered her body onto him at the same time as Talen leaned forward and fed his cock into Heath’s mouth.

Heath’s hands gripped the back of the vampire’s thighs, pulling his hips towards him, and Aislen watched in voyeuristic fascination as Talen began to thrust, his arse clenching and the muscles of his back and arms working as he braced against the bed head.

Talen’s groan was gritty and dredged from deep.

Aislen stroked her clit as she rocked on Heath’s cock, keeping him deep within her. She felt him thrust his hips up at her from below in rhythm with Talen’s thrusts into his mouth. The texture of Heath’s skin shifted, the brush of fur against her inner thighs incredibly erotic, before the wolf’s pelt disappeared.

He struggled for a moment to gain control of his shift mid-way, and she moaned as she felt the change of his cock within her. “Fuck,” she threw her head back as she came. His groan was muffled by Talen’s cock, but she knew the moment that he swelled within her as his cock lodged behind her pelvic bone, the thrust of his hips pulling against its hold.

“Argh,” Talen groaned, as did the bedframe as his hands clenched on it, his rhythm breaking as he came.

Heath began to thrust hard and fast into the hold of his cock within her and moaned as Talen’s cock slipped from his lips. “Oh, god,” Heath ground out. “That is amazing.”

Talen lifted to his feet and walked around Aislen to kneel behind her, reaching around her and pinching her clit between his fingers. “That’s right, little demon, ride the werewolf hard and squeeze him tight,” he purred into her ear.

Heath moaned. “Make her come. I want to feel her come on me.”

Aislen braced her hands on Heath’s tense stomach muscles and used her thighs to pull against the lock of Heath’s cock within her. He was fighting the shift, the pelt rising, his eyes flashing yellow and green with his wolf, panting beneath the effort, sweat beading his forehead.

Aislen came and Heath’s cry was sharp and agonized with his pleasure as she clenched around him. He arched off the bed, almost unseating both her and Talen, as he came, and sank back to the mattress in a flop, his eyes closed and his ribs sucking in rapidly as he caught his breath.

A phone began to ring.

“Fuck,” Talen laughed. “That was well-timed.” He rose and wandered across the room to answer it. “Yes. Mhm. Understood. I’m on my way.” He hung up and reached for his clothing. “I have to go to work,” he said as he dressed. “Something has come up. I will not be long.”

“Okay, daddy,” she lowered onto Heath’s chest. “We’ll be here when you get back.”

He leaned over and kissed her, and then Heath. “Take care of our werewolf,” he said to her. “I think we wore him out.”

“Haha,” Heath chuckled, his eyes closed. “A moment, and then we’ll get up and take a shower.” He stroked his fingers through Aislen’s hair lazily as Talen left and then sighed heavily. “This is nice.”

“Isn’t it?” She agreed and pressed a kiss to his chest. “What’s with the biting my neck thing?”

“Hmm,” he opened one eye and then closed it again. “Werewolf instinct to grip a mate with your teeth whilst you fuck. Sorry.”

“It felt nice,” she admitted.

“Lots of nerve endings in the neck,” he said. “It does feel nice. Rhett does it occasionally when he’s very stirred up.” His mind flooded with images of Rhett gripping Cameron’s skin with his teeth as he fucked the other man and Aislen shared Heath’s enjoyment of the memory. He sighed again and patted her arse. “We should shower and stop talking about fucking, or we’ll spend the entire day fucking in bed.”

“I could think of worse ways to spend the day.”

He chuckled. “True, but you need to rest and eat in order to regain your strength.”

As if on cue her stomach rumbled, and they both laughed.

“Shower and then food,” she agreed and lifted from him with a groan.