“Kind of like an emotional barometer?” Jamie perched on the edge of the bed, his expression the most curious mix of anticipation and anxiety she’d ever seen.
She brushed his cheek with a finger before stepping back. “Kind of. Relax, I’m not going to eat you.”
“Well, damn, there goes that idea,” Braden joked and Jamie burst out laughing.
“How the hell am I supposed to react around you two?”
Chelsea stripped off her clothes to stand naked before him. “You did just fine last night.” His expression changed to one of hunger as his gaze traced her body. Lingered on her breasts, pausing on her sex. She licked her lips and he groaned.
A tingle started in her core and shot upward.
She lifted her arms into the air and let herself change. Her human form fell away, and with a wonderful tickly sensation, she changed into St. Elmo’s fire.
Freedom.
The incredible liberty she always felt in this form enveloped her and she reveled in it. With long slow sweeps she circled the room, closing in on the two men.
As she traveled she smelled less, yet felt far more. She sensed Jamie’s heart rate increase and swirled down to wrap herself around his torso with a fleeting touch, stimulating his skin and brushing her fiery fingers through his hair.
“Oh God, that feels good,” Jamie moaned, his head falling back as she stroked his throat, caressed his shoulders.
“Just wait.” Braden settled beside him. “There are games we can play you have no idea about.”
Jamie twisted in a panic. “You’re not planning on turning into a dolphin here in the room, are you?”
Chelsea laughed so hard she lost control and shifted back into human form, collapsing onto the bed. She grabbed Jamie from behind and wrestled him to the mattress, her body shaking with joy.
“Oh my goodness, I’ve never heard that suggestion before.” She straddled him, sliding her palms up the firm muscles of his chest.
“Well, you never know. I don’t want to assume anything here.” Jamie cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples between forefingers and thumbs. A shiver racked her and the bed shifted as Braden crawled up and joined them. “I’m not in danger of losing my memory, am I? You’re not planning on hitting me with a triple whammy of the forget fire or something?”
“We can make love with humans safely without affecting your memories. Last night was a special circumstance, and no, we won’t try it again.” Braden grinned down at Jamie. “Especially since it was a bloody waste of energy.”
“Thank God. So, how do you want to do this?” Jamie asked. “I mean, how do you make love with three people at one time?”
Braden nuzzled Chelsea’s neck, his hands joining Jamie’s to fondle her breasts. “First off, don’t think about it so much. Just do what comes naturally. Focus on Chelsea and it’ll be just fine. Oh, and you won’t need a condom. We can’t get STDs, and Chelsea isn’t fertile right now.”
“You’re kidding, you can tell that?” Jamie looked into her eyes as if for reassurance.
She nodded. “Side benefits of the shifter nature.”
Jamie swore softly and took a deep breath, then both he and Braden moved in unison, taking control of her body between them.
She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped. The attention of two men fully on her—she’d never had that before. The previous night had been more about making love with Jamie than time with Braden. He’d been there, but now as they both touched her, caressed her, the empty aching parts inside filled.
Braden cupped her skull and took her lips in a tender kiss. His tongue stroked her lips, teased along her teeth. He tasted like the sea and sweet sunshine on the ocean, and she held on tight to keep him close.
Another set of hands explored, molding her breasts together before Jamie bit her nipples hard enough she gasped. Braden eased off the kiss, sliding away from her mouth, moving along her collarbone.
She closed her eyes and just felt.
A hand caressed her belly, stroking in smooth circles that descended ever lower. One mouth, then two, fastened on her breasts. One of them suckled softly, the other with a harsher tug. The contrast shot a streak of pleasure to her core where it met the hand slipping between her legs. Somehow she’d ended up flat on her back as they touched her everywhere. When heat and moisture descended on her sex, she whimpered, needing so much more.
A slow easy tug on her shoulders brought her to the side of the bed with her head slipping back over the edge. She opened her eyes to find Jamie’s beautiful gaze directed at her. He squatted on the floor and she smiled at the vision of him upside down. Jamie brushed their lips together, the angle and direction making the gentle exploration of the kiss totally new.
Braden slipped two fingers into her sheath, licking her clit with rapid flicks of his tongue. Desire bloomed hotter in her core. His touch distracted her, sending the level of arousal in her body higher and higher until she trembled on the edge of a climax.
Jamie reached down and pinched her nipples with a firm roll of his fingers, once, twice and she came, her sheath squeezing Braden’s fingers, the tingling sensation racing through her making her toes curl and her ears ring.
“Damn it, baby, you are so gorgeous. So fine.” Her legs were pushed farther to the side and the head of Braden’s cock nudged her wet sex for a second before he pressed in.
Jamie sat back and caressed her lips with his thumb, his gaze tender, yet heated. “Very gorgeous. Chelsea, I need to…I want to…”
He hesitated and she licked her lips and it was his turn to groan with need. “Come here. Fill me up.”
Braden thrust into her again and she cried out with the pleasure of it. At the same time, Jamie rose and brushed his cock against her lips. She opened eagerly to him. His taste was different than Braden’s, less salty, more an earthy flavor with a musky scent that filled her as he rocked slowly. He let her lick and suck and explore his shaft, the mushroomed head feeling strange and exotic from this new angle. A swirl of her tongue around the ridged edge made him mutter under his breath. Precome leaked from the slit at the tip, and she lapped it off eagerly, twirling her tongue in circles before closing her lips.
“Oh damn, that’s it, baby. Swallow him down. Ease your throat open and let him go deeper.” Braden adjusted his strokes, inching in and out, the slow drag teasing her and keeping her on a high simmer.
She stretched out her arms and grabbed Jamie’s hips, tilting her head back a little more and pulling him farther in. Encouraging him to slide all the way to the back of her throat. She breathed through her nose, the scent of sex rising on the air.
“Ah damn it, Chels, I can’t last. Your mouth feels too good.”
Chelsea hummed as he pressed in again. Jamie’s butt cheeks clenched under her fingers as he took control back. Cradling her head, he increased his speed, stroking into her mouth. Fucking her as Braden matched his tempo and between the two of them she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she climaxed again.
She wanted to take them with her. She wrapped her legs around Braden and dug her heels into the small of his back, clutching him hard on the next plunge, encouraging him to drive in more forcefully. She swallowed around Jamie’s cock as he found his pleasure in her mouth, and the part she’d been hiding away for so long reveled in being taking by the two of them.
Braden stroked her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. Jamie lost his rhythm and with one final push buried himself in her mouth. His pulsing shaft felt wicked and wonderful in her mouth as his semen shot down her throat. She swallowed again and again, loving the sounds of his throaty groans. Loving the feel of being possessed by them both. Braden cried out, his cock jerking within her pussy and she came, her sheath clutching and attempting to hold him in place. The lights of their lovemaking filled the room, swirling around them.