Damn, that felt good.
He wished he had all night to lie here and let her pet him.
But then he wouldn’t be able to kiss her, to caress her, to thrust inside her warm, willing body until he came.
As if she’d read his mind, her hands faltered then dug into his fur. Opening his eyes, he saw Duke had tilted her head back to kiss her, his lips fused with hers.
Duke kissed her like he couldn’t get enough of her. Couldn’t live without her.
Like he wouldn’t be able to breathe if she wasn’t in his arms.
Nic knew the feeling.
Sliding out from under her hands, Nic walked a few feet away and started his change. He forced himself to speed through the process, to recall his pelt until he knelt on the floor in his skin, the magic energy seeping back into the earth through his hands on the wooden floor and through that, back into the ground.
Standing silently, he watched Duke and Tira kiss, noted the almost desperate scent of Duke’s desire. The guy couldn’t seem to get close enough to her.
Nic knew that feeling too.
His jaw clenched and he almost decided to leave, to let them have this time alone.
But as he watched them, he realized while Tira had one hand curled around Duke’s neck, her other stretched out on the floor.
Reaching for him.
He took the two steps that closed the gap between them, his gaze following the fall of Tira’s golden hair down Duke’s leg. The ends nearly reached the band of her underwear where he caught the pale flash of her belly in the gap between her underwear and the hem of her t-shirt. Lifting his gaze to her breasts, he saw her tight nipples poking through the thin cotton of her shirt.
Dropping to his knees, he put his hands on her shins, letting his heat soak into her, enjoying the smoothness of her skin against his palms.
She’d sighed into Duke’s mouth when Nic had touched her and she reached for him with her free hand. He let their fingers entwine as he ran his other hand up her leg to her thigh.
He stroked her silky skin as he drew her hand to his mouth and slipped her fingers between his lips. He nibbled on her fingertips, felt her body squirm restlessly beneath his. Her hand tightened in Duke’s hair but Duke kept kissing her, his mouth working over hers with a deliberate sensuality.
Stroking his hand higher, Nic’s fingers brushed against the edge of her underwear. He felt the heat of her arousal, scented it in the air. It made the small hairs on the back of his neck stand up and his already-hard cock throb.
Releasing her hand, he used both of his to grip the tiny straps on the sides of her panties to draw them down. With a moan, she lifted her ass off the floor so he could pull them down her legs and out of his way.
When he had her bare, he let himself look his fill. He’d never seen a more enticing sight. The hair on her mound was just slightly darker than the hair on her head and she kept it trimmed short. She either waxed or shaved because her sex lips were bare. And glistening with moisture.
He heard the rough sound of her breathing as Duke let her catch her breath for a second as he drew her shirt over her head before he covered her mouth again. Duke’s one hand threaded through her hair again as the other drifted lower, to her breasts. He cupped one, his thumb and forefinger tweaking the tight peak, making her arch her back.
And making her thighs clench together.
“That’s not going to work, sweetheart,” Nic murmured. “Come on, babe. Up you go.”
As if Duke had read his mind, he lifted her off the floor and settled her in front of him on the couch. Widening his legs, Duke allowed Nic to spread Tira’s. On the edge of the couch, she was in the perfect position for Nic to put his mouth on her sex.
With his hand on the inside of her thighs holding her open, he bent close, breathing in her scent. His heart pounded like a bass drum, lust and love and desire tangled in a ball in his stomach, making him burn.
Above him, he heard Tira gasp and in his peripheral vision, Nic saw Duke’s hands cup her breasts while his mouth fastened to the sensitive skin beneath her left ear.
Her scent intensified, drawing him closer, closer…until he opened his mouth and settled it over her sex.
His tongue swiped through the juices seeping from her body, drawing her taste into his mouth, making his desire flare red hot. He’d thought to take this slow and easy. Not devour her. But all rational thought departed when she reached for him, sinking her hands into his hair and tugging him even closer.
The beast of his libido loosened its chains and he set on her like a starving man at a feast. He nipped at her clit, drew his teeth over the tiny jut of flesh and felt her thighs shake and quiver.
Her breathy moan cut off as Duke must have taken her mouth again.
Nic concentrated on driving her wild, following the cues of her body.
He licked and sucked, swiping his tongue through her plump lips with a light touch before thrusting between them to fuck her with it. He had his hands on her hips but he didn’t confine her at all. He let her push against his mouth, telling him without speaking how much pressure she wanted and where.
But as she began to grow frantic, her hands wound so tightly in his hair it almost hurt, he became more insistent, more demanding.
He wanted her mindless with desire, much like he was.
His tongue plunged deep again and he felt the tiny contractions of her pussy as she started to fall into orgasm.
Yes, that’s what he wanted. He needed to feel her body shivering in ecstasy, had to have it.
And when she did, he felt it in the snap of her hips as she arched and in the force of her thighs as they tried to close around his head. He continued to draw out her orgasm with his tongue on her clit until she must have wrenched her mouth from Duke’s so she could draw in ragged breaths.
Caught in the ruthless grasp of his own pounding desire, Nic rose to his feet.
“Duke.”
Nic didn’t have to say anything more. Putting his hand under her arms, Duke lifted Tira until his cock slid between her thighs. She immediately reached to position him and groaned when he settled her on the tip.
Nic watched Duke’s cock sink into Tira, the thick flesh stretching her, filling her. His gaze lifted to Duke’s hands filled with her breasts, Tira’s one hand covering Duke’s while the other latched on to Nic’s hip, drawing him close.
She opened her eyes to lazy slits before she leaned forward and kissed the underside of his cock, featherlight and burning hot. As he gazed down, she looked up and smiled, so sweet he couldn’t help but smile back.
Which she wiped off his face when she bent and let his cock slide over her lips and into her mouth. She didn’t take him deep at first, let her tongue rub against the underside before she drew back and let her teeth scrape lightly across the top.
Behind her, Duke held still, his eyes dark slits as he watched them.
She sucked on the tip, the suction of her mouth pulling on him, drawing his lust into a fine point of fire centered on his cock. Then she surged forward, taking him almost to her throat.
He tried not to move but when she swallowed, the movement caressed his cock and he lost control.
His hands cupped her face to hold her steady but he took over, fucking her mouth with a slow, steady rhythm.
Relaxing her jaw, she gave herself up to him and to Duke, who moved his hands to her hips so he could lift her just enough to thrust.
Tira gave herself to them, let them hold her up and take her, her body at their command.
Her lips clung to his cock, her tongue rough yet soft against his skin.
Gods, her mouth… He’d never thought anything could feel this good, could make him want to fight for…
His release surprised him with its intensity. He thrust and held deep in her mouth, her lips tightening around the base of his cock while she increased the suction. As he pumped his seed into her, he felt her moan around him, her hands gripping his hips as she too climaxed, drawing Duke with her.