Shifters' Storm Part 20

Dropping to his knees, he turned slightly so he could keep his fingers inside her. Her gaze followed him, yet he knew she was lost. Full of antic.i.p.ation. Nipples looking like rocks and her s.e.x lips red, swollen and wet.

Intent on economy of movement now, he drew his fingers out of her and wiped her juices and Ber's come on her belly.

"You're a river." He aimed his c.o.c.k at her gaping opening.

"Do it!" She sounded as if she was drowning. "Just do it."

He did. Despite its size, he believed his c.o.c.k had been created to fit inside her. The biting tension that had driven him half out of his mind eased as her hot, wet tissues stroked his length.

"Thank you," she muttered.

"No, thank you."

He thought she might have said something else but didn't care enough to ask her to repeat herself.

Casting aside the question of whether she preferred his c.o.c.k to Ber's-he hoped she was above making comparisons-he took hold of her hips and guided her to the edge of the bed. With the world outside darkening, he entered a world of shadow.

Nothing existed beyond this small place. Rane's mind had been stripped clear. She cared for nothing except pleasing and being pleased.

Still holding onto her, he looked into her eyes. They were at half mast, void of everything except the need for s.e.x. s.e.x with him.

f.u.c.king Rane would never become ordinary. Neither was it an instinctive act designed to insure that a species would continue to exist. He wasn't sure he loved Rane, not because of anything in her, but perhaps he hadn't been designed for the emotion. Still, these moments weren't only about spilling his seed inside her. There was also pleasuring her, hearing her cry out.

Bonding.

Strength flowed through his muscles and veins, yet he held back from climaxing as he rocked back and then forward, plowing into her. His b.a.l.l.s slapped against her. Trembling from the jolt, he forced himself to retreat a little. Not waiting for his body to calm, he came at her again, maybe harder this time, certainly faster. His a.s.s cheeks jiggled.

"Oh Jesus, Songan. Jesus!"

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He tried to bring her features into focus, but the cabin was getting darker by the moment. No way could they find what she'd come to Wolverine for today. Better she stay in here. With him. With Ber.

Something hot and electric pressed against the base of his spine. Determined to ride the sensation, he thrust into Rane.

"Yes! G.o.d, yes."

She wanted this. Needed.

A sound like drums pulsed inside his head. Embracing the cadence, he repeatedly powered himself against her. Running his hands under her b.u.t.tocks, he again lifted them off the mattress. Her fingers trailed over his forearms.

It didn't matter that he'd spent the last few weeks breeding. Today he was a man. A man having s.e.x with the only woman who accepted him for what he was.

The bedsprings groaned. Ber was climbing onto the bed.

Unwilling and unable to slow let alone stop, Songan continued tunneling into Rane. Inches away, the bear shifter knelt beside her head, facing Rane. His c.o.c.k jutted alive and full from his solid body, inches from her face.

He could touch Ber's c.o.c.k. He'd have to stop f.u.c.king to do so, but maybe it was worth it. They had, after all, shared things he never had with another man.

No, not now. Maybe after he'd flooded Rane's channel and his terrible need had ended.

She lay on her back, her cheeks flushed, and her belly sucking in and out with each hurried breath. In contrast, a mix of peace, power and potential dominated her expression. Her total existence was locked on him. He'd become her reason for living, her escape from what had brought her here.

Wanting to deepen her escape, he struggled to slow down. That accomplished, he ran his fingers over her thighs, ribs and belly. She made a mewling sound that resonated throughout him.

Her mouth was still open when Ber rocked up and forward. The bear shifter's c.o.c.k touched her upper lip and then trailed over her mouth. Tilting her head upward, she closed her lips around the offering.

Songan waited for anger and jealousy to overtake him. Instead, his body's demands claimed him.

He'd come too far, sweated and strained too much to back down now. To feel anything except the coming explosion.

"Do it!" Ber commanded. "Suck me."

Rane started shaking so violently Songan was afraid for her. Before he could decide what, if anything, he should do, he realized she wasn't trying to break free after all. Quite the opposite-she drew Ber's c.o.c.k deep into her mouth. Closing her hot, strong fingers around Songan's wrists, she guided his hands toward her p.u.s.s.y.

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Well-versed in what her body needed, he ran his fingers between their bodies and settled a forefinger over her c.l.i.t. The tendons stood out on her neck, and he thought she might be trying to say something but couldn't, because Ber had started f.u.c.king her mouth.

Matching the bear shifter's rhythm, Songan slipped deep into Rane. He moved in slow motion with every muscle working smooth and sure and tirelessly. Her inner tissues gliding over his c.o.c.k were magical.

How could he envy or resent Ber when so much of her belonged to him?

But maybe it was he who'd fallen under her spell.

Rane had been matching his thrusts. Now her movements stuttered and then stopped, only to start up again. Studying her, he concluded she was trying to focus on Ber's needs as well as his, but this was his time. His dance.

Drawing in a deep breath that held traces of the storm, he captured her hard c.l.i.t. Her muscles clenched. He picked up his pace. She tightened her grip on his wrist. Her head thrashed, yet she somehow kept her mouth around Ber.

Fire and flames coursed through Songan's body. He was lost. Gone. Past the point of pulling back.

Beyond sanity.

"Now! Now!"

What Rane was doing no longer mattered. He cared nothing about Ber. Diving deep and then deeper still, he threw back his head and bellowed. The awful-wonderful pressure shattered, and he exploded inside his woman.

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Chapter Eighteen.

Arching as far off the bed as she could, Rane concentrated on Songan's shuddering release. G.o.d but she loved the feel of his hot gift speeding through her! Some had slipped past their locked bodies and was undoubtedly soaking the spread, but she didn't care.

Her lover-one of her lovers-had just blessed her in the most intimate way. His c.o.c.k still pulsed inside her, and his fingers against her c.l.i.t spasmed.

Any other time, she probably would have climaxed with him. She hadn't, because Ber's c.o.c.k distracted her. She reveled in the feel of the newcomer to her world against her tongue, teeth and the insides of her cheeks.

When she turned her head to the side, Ber pulled back and leaned left and then right. Maybe he wanted her to focus on him, but Songan had been part of her world for years.

Still holding on to Ber, she managed to lock eyes with Songan. He looked, as she knew he would, like a man who'd lost touch with reality. His eyes were slightly glazed, and his mouth sagged. The fingers on her c.l.i.t no longer moved. Releasing one of his wrists, she pushed against his belly to let him know she wanted him to back away. Take his c.o.c.k with him.

To her surprise, he didn't resist, and as he withdrew, their shared juices dribbled down her crack. Wet heat reached her rear opening. Songan wiped his hand on her belly. Dizzy and lost, she tried to close her hand around Songan's c.o.c.k, but it was so wet her fingers slid off. Her c.l.i.t felt abandoned, discarded, unwanted.

Barely aware of what she was doing, she cupped Songan's b.a.l.l.s and lifted. His c.o.c.k glided over the s.p.a.ce between her p.u.s.s.y and a.s.s. What a fool she'd been to think he no longer had a use for her. Songan cared for her as much as he was capable of.

Ber. She still had him in her mouth and he was waiting for her to-to what?

She swallowed. Grunting, Ber pushed into her, his tip touching the back of her throat. She felt the sweet, rounded end of Songan's c.o.c.k at her rear entrance.

Float. Yes, that's what she'd do. Just be. Exist. Let the men take care of all her needs. Embrace desire full on.

Thoughts of what she most needed spun through her. She couldn't drift after all. Her aching, demanding body wouldn't allow it.

Cool air touched her inner thighs. Songan had backed away so their bodies no longer touched.

Telegraphing nothing of his intentions, he ran two fingers inside her. At the same time, he pressed down on her mons so she was trapped between the two sensations.

Wonderfully trapped.

Ber was at cross-purposes to her with his arms on one side of her head and his legs on the other.

Keeping her in place. Offering her no freedom. He wasn't near her lower body, but Songan was.

Her jaw muscles started to ache, prompting her to push against Ber's belly much as she'd recently done to Songan. Rounding his spine, the bear shifter lifted himself so she could turn her head to the side.

She opened her mouth, and his c.o.c.k slipped out.

Songan's fingers in her curled, causing the pressure on her mons to increase. If he kept that up, would his hands touch? Could he break her in two?

Not broken. More like coming together and becoming complete.

Reaching, she reclaimed Ber's c.o.c.k and sucked it into her. She struggled to bring her legs together so she could acknowledge Songan.

Open and vulnerable, she tried to grab hold of Ber, but her arms had become heavy. Her ability to focus was shot. It was easier to cradle her b.r.e.a.s.t.s while Ber's shaft claimed her mouth and her lips slid over his length and Songan's fingers grazed her trigger.

One moment she knew who was doing what to whom. The next she was being sucked into a swirling vortex. Her jaw muscles tightened around Ber, her fingers captured her nipples, and Songan's knowing fingers f.u.c.ked her. All three sensations collided, and she flew off in countless directions.

Crouched above Rane, Ber held his breath. He'd seen a few women climax, but it hadn't been like this. Rane trembled as if she'd stepped onto a downed electrical line. Despite his c.o.c.k plugging her mouth, she whimpered repeatedly. Positioned as he was, he couldn't see her expression. Besides, her teeth raking his length nearly sent him on the same journey. The way her throat worked made him think she was trying to swallow him. Alert but not alarmed, he waited for her to relax a little before reluctantly drawing free.

This was her time.

Rocking back on his heels, he sat near her head and studied what was happening to her. Her fingers continued to clutch her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and her eyes had all but rolled back in her head. He didn't ask if she was all right because she probably couldn't hear, let alone answer.

Just as he wondered if she'd pa.s.sed out, she sighed. She let go of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and her arms floated to her sides. After moistening his forefinger by putting it in his mouth, he lightly touched the base of her throat. She gave no indication she was aware of what he was doing. Moments ago her lips had been around his now lonely and air-cooling erection. Not giving himself time to question what he was doing, he kissed her. She sighed again.

"She's done," Songan said. "Give her time."

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Reluctantly straightening, Ber looked at the kneeling elk shifter. Songan was stroking her thighs. If what glistened on the fingers of his right hand spoke the truth, they'd recently been inside her. No wonder she was done.

"I'm-all right. Just shaky."

Ber had spent his human time near Inuit women whose lives revolved around the basics of shelter, food and safety. They enjoyed s.e.x, he knew that from personal experience, but he couldn't imagine any of them looking as used up as Rane did.

"s.h.i.t." She laboriously sat up. "I know you're both waiting for me to say something, but I'm said out."

She'd sagged so much he wondered if he'd have to grab her to keep her from falling forward.

Glancing at Songan, he concluded the elk shifter was having the same thoughts.

Suddenly he understood why she'd said what she had. It wasn't finding words that was beyond her, it was saying the right things to the right man.

If she had to choose one over the other, which would it be?

Looking unsteady, she stood and walked over to the water jug. Picking it up with both hands, she drank. When she was done, she handed it to Songan, who did the same. After wiping the opening, Songan extended the jug to him. The water was stale but satisfied his thirst. By the time Ber had finished, Rane had picked up her panties and was stepping into them.

"I need a shower." She didn't sound as if she cared. "But it'll have to wait. Where's the flashlight?"

"Rane," Songan said. "We can't go outside."

Just like that, she was fully alert. "Why not?"

"It's snowing."

"So?" Not bothering with her bra, she yanked her top over her head.

"If there's anything left, any signs, the snow has covered them."

"No. d.a.m.n it, no."

Rushing her movements, she hauled her jeans into place.

"Listen to me," Ber said. His own nudity didn't bother him, but if Rane was determined to go outside, he needed to be ready, which was why he reached for his briefs. "We can't change the weather. I'm sorry, believe me I am. I know you wanted to try to find where-"

"It's not just that," she shot back. "Everyone thinks I'm crazy for trying to retrace my mother's last steps. Maybe I am. All I know is that might be the only chance I have to-there might be something, some clue the police missed."

"And if there isn't?"

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His question hit her hard, but much as Ber wished he could take back his words, he'd said what he'd had to. Rane no longer resembled a woman who'd just been repeatedly f.u.c.ked. Instead she looked as if she was being ripped apart.