Текст книги "Very Much Alive"

Автор книги: Dana Bell

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Chapter Seven

The door shut quietly behind Travis, with Morgan and Magnus in tow, magical leashes around their necks and wrists. Logan leaned back, studied the door intently, and made a few graceful gestures with his hands.

Something glowed on the edges of Jordan's vision, settling back down into nothingness when Logan was done.

It never failed to amaze her when they used their powers around her. They were so ordinary otherwise that, when they didact otherworldly it was a bit of a shock. Kir's “temper tantrum” of a storm was still raining all over the city, and there were fresh scorch marks in the wood where Logan had been standing.

Logan turned and exchanged a look with Kir, his head leaning against the door. The way Logan was shaking his head worried Jordan. His shoulders were tense, but she could just see the corner of his mouth, and it was turned up.

Kir wasn't much better. He was leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed. His expression was hungry as he stared at her. The heat in his gaze nearly burned her. She licked her lips, her heart beating faster as his gaze locked on her mouth.

Logan turned around, leaned against the door, and crossed his arms over his chest. If Kir's expression was hungry, Logan's was predatory.

Her gaze darted back and forth between the two men, reading trouble there. She knew how difficult the last few weeks had been on them. The men hadn't sought relief with one another, despite how hot they'd all made each other. She also knew they weren't truly angry with her. She'd been here long enough to see how both men reacted when they were pissed, and this wasn't it. From the looks of things, they were definitely more horny than irritated. Looks like my time's up.An erotic shiver went down her spine. She still couldn't believe she'd lasted as long as she had. Maybe part of her recent bitchiness was her own frustration peeking through. Truth be told she was just as tired of waiting. “Uh, guys?"

"You took the wards down.” Logan started forward, his arms moving easily by his sides. His stride was lazy, his gaze hooded as he stalked towards her.

She shook her head. “I really have no idea what you're talking about.” She started to inch back as Kir pushed off from the wall and began circling towards her. He glided around the chaise and the ottoman, his eyes never leaving her.

She felt the brush of Logan's fingers against her cheek and yelped. She whipped around to find him right on top of her. “I think I know which one of my gifts you received.” He took her arm and began steering her backwards towards the chaise. “How badly did you want to see Travis?"

Pretty damn bad, but she wasn't about to tell themthat. “He's my friend as well as my boss. And I called him here."

"You didn't just create a pass-through for Travis, Jordan; you took allthe protections down."

She gulped. “I don't know magic, Logan. How would I do that?"

Logan grinned, the expression all teeth. “I'll explain later. First, Kir and I are going to make sure you're too damn busy to email anyone else.” He leaned in close, nearly distracting her from Kir, who'd come up behind her.

Kir's hands settled on her waist, his lips teasing the side of her neck. His lips slowly moved up her neck to lick delicately at the shell of her ear. She could feel her brain shutting down as images of her in a heavenly sandwich began overriding everything else. From the look in their eyes, her days of putting them off were officially over, and while her mind said wait a minute, her body was singing the Hallelujah

Chorus. “Uh, are the wards back up?"

Logan's hands began unbuttoning her blouse. “Yup.” The feral heat in his eyes had her heart pounding.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. We won't be interrupted."

He pushed her shirt off her shoulders, Kir taking over to pull it off her arms. “No?"

"No.” He took her mouth in a kiss designed to set her soul on fire. She felt Kir gripping the back of her head, pulling her gently to the side. Logan moaned in response.

"My turn.” Kir's mouth descended, ravaging hers in a kiss that rivaled Logan's. He broke off, licking his lips. “Sweet."

"Mm-hmm.” Logan hummed his response against the curve of her breast as he nibbled down towards her nipple.

When did I lose my bra? Wait. When did I lose my shirt?

She felt Kir kneel behind her, taking her jeans and panties with him. When he nipped at one of her ass cheeks she gasped.

"Like that, sweetheart?” Logan took her nipple gently between his lips and sucked, the sensation rocketing down to her clit.

"Oh God,” she moaned, arching into the gentle bite of Logan's teeth.

"Yes?” the two men chorused.

She stared up at Logan, who was looking down at her with something more than just heat. She turned her head slightly and felt Kir rub his cheek against hers like an affectionate cat, the whiskers of his five o'clock shadow abrading her skin.

For two weeks they'd teased, touched, laughed, and kissed, but hadn't gone beyond that. They'd shown her both the good and the bad of living with them.

Now she couldn't picture living without them.

She reached up and caressed Logan's cheek, leaning her own cheek against Kir's.

Logan turned his head and kissed her palm. “I think that's a yes."

The relief in his voice made her smile.

"I think so, too."

She laughed, and nodded. “Yes."

She never saw two men strip so fast in her life. Kir was the first to lose his clothes, tripping and falling down on the chaise as he tried to remove his shoes and pants at the same time. He scooted further up the chaise after exchanging a wicked look with Logan.

Jordan gasped when Logan put her on the chaise, straddling Kir's calves. He gently pushed the back of her head, putting her lips down to Kir's cock, lifting her hips at the same time. She blushed, knowing the view he was getting of her wet pussy. “Suck him, baby."

Kir was staring down the length of his body, his hand gently stroking her hair as he looked at her with a hot, pleading look. “Please."

That quick laughter turned to a need so raw her pussy wept from it. She grabbed the base of his cock and lifted it up, licking around the flared head in slow, lingering swipes. His slow hiss as he lifted his hips was music to her ears.

She moaned when Logan's fingers circled her clit. “Take him in, sweetheart. I want to watch you make him come."

"Oh, shit.” Kir's eyes went wide as Jordan took him as far down as she could go. His eyes rolled back in his head as she sucked as hard as she could, his moans and gasps of pleasure spurring her on.

A wet tongue lapped at her pussy. “It's been a very long time since I've had a woman.” Logan's voice was dark and rich with need. “And I intend to enjoy every—” lick“—last—” lick“—long—” lick

“—minute of it."

She groaned as Logan settled in behind her, sucking on her clit as she tongued the underside of Kir's cock. Kir grabbed both sides of her head as she bobbed up and down on him. She made sure to keep her tongue hard against the underside of his cock, something he seemed to appreciate if his moans were anything to go by.

Nothing made her hotter than a man who let her know he was enjoying himself.

Logan stopped sucking on her and stood, leaning over her back. One hand continued to play her clit while the other hand landed on the chaise, holding him steady. She could feel the warm head of his cock lodge between her thighs, brushing her wet core. She pushed back a bit, trying to get him inside her.

The slap on her ass tingled and made her jump. “Naughty girl. Not yet.” Logan's tongue lapped the crease of Kir's thigh and groin, making Kir cry out. The agonized pleasure on the blond man's face was a sight to behold.

She bucked back onto Logan's hand as he inserted what felt like two fingers into her pussy. She reached around and stroked his cock, resting against her hip, until he pulled away from her.

"No. Kir first, then I get mine.” His mouth went back to Kir's balls, tonguing them while she sucked.

"Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit!” Kir bucked up into her mouth and came down her throat, one hand clenched in her hair, the other clenched in Logan's.

"Mmm, nice,” Logan purred, pulling his mouth off Kir's balls. He put one knee on the chaise and leaned over, kissing Kir long and hard.

He turned to Jordan. “Your turn."

Logan helped Kir up off the chaise while Jordan watched, wide-eyed. “My turn?"

Kir chuckled. “You didn't think we would leave you wanting, did you?” He picked her up and laid her gently on the chaise. “It's simple, really.” He plucked her hard nipples with his fingers as Logan went down on her again, lapping at her like a starving man. “Logan's going to eat you until you come, then I'm going to fuck you while you suck his cock."

"Hey!” Jordan looked down to see Logan frowning at Kir. “Who says you get to fuck her first?"

"I do.” He was grinning at Logan, who leaned against Jordan's thigh with a cocky look on his face.

"I think I should get to fuck her first."

The two glared at one another, then grinned. “One, two, three, shoot!"

"Damn.” Kir threw his head back and laughed. “Looks like you get to fuck her first."

Jordan stared at the two men who'd just played Rock Paper Scissors for the right to take her first.

“You're kidding me, right?"

Logan dived right back in, sucking on her clit until the argument, and how they'd handled it, was blown right out of her head. Kir was suckling her nipples, one right after the other, the sensation almost more than she could bear. Then Logan worked a little of his magic, heating his tongue just a little bit more than a normal human could do. It was if he'd sipped hot coffee then immediately gone down on her. The added sensation threw her over the edge. She came, clenching Kir to her breasts as she bucked up against Logan's mouth with a shuddering moan.

Kir kissed her as Logan eased her down off the orgasm, lapping at her mouth as gently as Logan lapped at her pussy.

Logan sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Ready, sweetheart?"

She fell back with a laugh; she was still seeing stars from the orgasm he'd already given her. “Not really, no."

He looked at Kir, who had started stroking his growing erection, and bit his lip. “Want to watch?"

Kir's hand stopped. His gaze went from Logan to Jordan and back again.

Can I really watch the two of them together?

She'd read some male/male erotic romances before, gifts from Jeff, and had liked them a lot more than she thought she would. And this would be the real test; she knew if she couldn't completely accept this side of their relationship she would lose both Logan and Kir.

The thought of losing either one of them left her feeling cold and alone.

Logan crawled over to Kir and reached out a hand. Kir watched as both he and Logan stroked Kir's cock. Jordan felt her arousal begin to build all over again as the two of them pleasured Kir. She looked up into Kir's face and saw him watching her, anxiety warring with his pleasure. She had the urge to reach over and begin stroking him herself, just to reassure him.

Hell. This must be love.

Kir looked down at his lovers, keeping a careful eye on Jordan to make sure she was handling what she was seeing.

When Logan's warm, wet tongue lapped the head of his cock he had to close his eyes. The sensation was incredible, different from the feel of Jordan doing the same. Where she'd lapped slowly, savoring him, Logan devoured, intent on gobbling every last bite.

And with Logan he could be a little bit rougher. He grabbed the sides of Logan's head and forced his cock down Logan's throat, moaning at the sight of his length disappearing between Logan's greedy lips.

He began fucking his lover's mouth steadily, watching his wet cock glide between those red lips.

"Oh, wow,” Jordan breathed. Her small, delicate hands began gliding up and down Logan's back.

“Okay, that's a lot hotter than I thought it would be."

She began marking Logan with little nipping kisses up and down his back as he sucked on Kir's cock.

Logan moaned around him, making Kir gasp.

Fuck, he wasn't going to last very long at this rate.

"Oh, fuck.” Logan's eyes were squeezed shut. Kir looked down and saw Jordan jacking him off, one hand running up and down his cock, the other cradling his balls.

"She's got an even better mouth, love.” Kir smiled, watching Logan writhe under Jordan's hands.

Logan looked up with a hot grin. “Fuck that shit.” Kir toppled back as Logan pushed him, hard. He landed on his back on the chaise again. “Up you go!” Logan took Jordan's hands and put her over Kir, sixty-nine style.

Oh, I like where this is going.Kir grinned as he took a hold of Jordan's hips, holding her steady as Logan entered her on one long, slow thrust.

Jordan took him back into her warm, wet mouth with a greedy moan. She sucked him down as Logan set up a steady rhythm, his balls slapping up against her with a wet sound.

Kir lapped at her clit and she quivered, making Logan gasp and lose his rhythm. With a wicked grin Kir made sure that at least some of his licks hit Logan on the balls as Jordan devoured his cock.

He couldn't help himself, it felt so damn good. He bucked up into Jordan's mouth, feeling the wet heat, watching Logan fuck her from below.

Oh, yeah, not gonna last long at all.

He reached down and grabbed a hold of Jordan's head, steadily fucking her mouth while he suckled her erect clit. Her long, drawn out groan as she came above him nearly had him spilling down her throat.

It was a good thing Logan had had Jordan give him that blow job. Logan could go all fucking day without coming if he wanted. Kir, on the other hand, needed something to take the edge off.

"Oh, yeah. Again. Do that again."

Kir began lapping once more at Jordan as Logan began fucking her harder. He tried to concentrate on what he was doing to them, afraid if he paid too much attention to his cock he would blow before he was ready.

He had every intention of blowing his next load in Jordan's hot, wet pussy.

He ran his hands up and down her back, his fingers tangling with Logan's.

This was even better than he'd dreamed. The two people who meant the most to him in the world, the three of them in one big, happy knot as they made love to one another.

The feel of Jordan's mouth was driving him insane. And watching Logan fuck her?

Damn.

She was moaning around his cock again, driving him insane. He couldn't help himself. He reached around again, holding her head steady while he fucked her mouth. He was so damn close...

He howled as he came down her throat again. He fell limp, panting for breath, eyes closing as Logan stroked slowly in and out of Jordan.

He collapsed with a laugh as Jordan licked him clean. Well, hell. Guess he'd have to wait to feel her pussy around him, but he really couldn't find it in himself to complain too much.

Jordan leaned back and did her best to swallow Kir's come. He didn't taste human. He tasted like springtime, and fresh water, and everything sweet, like nectar. She'd never been a huge one for giving blow jobs, but damn. Any time Kir wanted one, she was so there.

"You like that, sweetheart? You want more?"

She shuddered as Kir pulled her hips down, lapping again at her clit.

"Now you know one of the reasons I love fucking him. He's so damn delicious."

The naughty words sent a shudder through her. Logan picked up the pace as he felt it. “You gonna come for me again, sweetheart?"

She felt it begin again, that slow build up that heralded her orgasm, her whole body clenching and unclenching. Her head dropped to Kir's hip as he suddenly pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked, hard.

She came screaming, her toes curling, her nails digging into Kir's thighs as she rocked back against Logan.

"Oh, shit.” Logan moaned and grabbed her hips, thrusting in and out of her so rapidly she was surprised she didn't light on fire.

"Oh, fuck, yeah, come, Logan."

Kir's deep voice seemed to send Logan over the edge as he exploded in her still quivering pussy, his deep shout echoing off the walls. The hot, wet warmth of his come bathed her womb.

Logan's hands landed on either side of her and Kir, his breathing deep and harsh. Kir let her go with one last, soft lick, letting her complete her collapse onto his body.

"No fair, Kir. That was foul play."

She could feel Kir smiling against her inner thigh. “I want my turn, remember?"

Logan snorted. “Shoving your finger up my ass and making me come gets you your turn?” He twisted and collapsed onto the chaise, pulling her with him, so that he cradled her body against him.

Kir grinned happily and petted Jordan's leg. He looked ready to purr. “I know you. You'd have stayed there all day if I let you."

"Would I have had any say in this?” Jordan wheezed. She was still trying to catch her breath after three of the most intense orgasms of her life.

"No."

"Uh-uh."

Jordan snorted.

Kir laughed so hard he fell off the chaise.

Chapter Eight

Kir reached over, feeling for Logan and Jordan. Neither one of his lovers were in bed. He wondered if the morning fun had started without him. He grinned and opened his eyes, picturing the two of them together on the chaise in the living room, devouring each other's bodies.

"Blech!"

He tilted his head, surprised at the disgust in Jordan's voice. He got up and padded naked out of the bedroom to see what was going on.

"Just try it. You might like it."

Oh, curiouser and curiouser.They weren't in the living room. Where, oh where have my lovers gone?

He was in an incredibly good mood, probably due to the incredibly good sex they'd had the night before.

He was looking forward to round two (or was that three?) today.

"And I might like having my legs shaved with a chainsaw, but somehow I doubt it."

That's coming from the kitchen.He peeked around the edge of the doorway to see Logan holding a tiny cup towards Jordan.

"C'mon. I think you'll like espresso."

Jordan put her hands on her hips. “Espresso is just a fancy name for liquid road tar. Can't you fix me something that tastes better? Like puree of two-day-dead skunk?"

"You have to know what espresso tastes like if you're going to cook with it."

"Then I won't cook with it."

"Don't you want to learn how to make things like tiramisu?"

She looked at Logan like he was very, very stupid. “Haven't you heard of the Italian Market? Hello!

Bakeries!"

Logan shook his head and drank the espresso.

Kir leaned his head on the doorframe and started laughing. Looks like the cooking lessons are back on.

"What the hell are you laughing at, blondie?"

Kir walked out of the kitchen, shaking his head. “I'm going to take a shower. Anyone want to join me?"

"Ooh, hot blond wetness? Count me in!"

Logan ran past him to the bedroom, shedding clothes as he went.

"Nah, I'm going to make a pot of coffee and check my email while the laptop is free. Okay?"

Kir looked back and saw Jordan fiddling with the coffeemaker. “You sure?"

She looked up and smiled at him lazily. “Yeah. I need my caffeine fix. You two, um, enjoy yourselves.”

She waggled her eyebrows, her cheeks heating.

He walked back to her, enjoying the way her eyes roamed down his body to lock on his cock. When she licked her lips he had to stifle a groan. He tilted her face up and leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “Are you sureyou're okay with all of this?"

"If you keep asking me I'm going to start wondering if you'reokay with all of this."

His smile was heated as he replied, “I have a redhead waiting in the shower and a brunette waiting for me in the kitchen. Trust me, I'm okay with it."

"Hmm, tough choice, huh?” She rubbed her cheek against his hand affectionately.

"Kir! Get your ass in here before I use up all the hot water!"

Kir rolled his eyes. Jordan laughed and pushed him out of the kitchen. “You'd better hurry up or the hot water won't be the only thing Logan uses up!"

Kir stopped, turned, and grabbed her hand. “I have an idea.” He dragged her towards the bedroom.

"So do I, and it involves a coffee mug and Gmail."

"Trust me, this is better.” He heard Logan splashing in the shower. Perfect. He pulled Jordan in behind him and closed the door. He picked her up and sat her down on the countertop, ignoring her pout. He leaned on the countertop, arms braced on either side of her body. “Choose."

"Um. Maxwell House?” She grinned up at him weakly.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Choose. Do I suck Logan off, or do I fuck him?"

He saw her look over his shoulder and turned. Logan was staring at them and slowly stroking his erection.

She gulped and took a deep breath. Then she leaned in to whisper in his ear. He could feel her body trembling against him and he closed his eyes in gratitude. She was turned on. Her rich, feminine smell and her tiny, tell-tale shivers made him want to lick her all over. “If you fuck him and you both come, who will fuck me?"

Kir leaned back and matched her grin for grin.

Logan watched his two loves share identical heated grins, his hand stroking up and down his cock. Yum.

Looks like Kir wants to play and he's gotten Jordan to go along with it.

He relaxed back against the shower wall, content for the moment to let his lovers play with him. He'd sneaked out of bed late last night and reinforced the wards, just in case Jordan somehow “accidentally”

wiped them away again. Their home was as safe as he could make it.

Home.

His hand paused as Kir entered the shower with him. His free hand tangled in the damp strands of Kir's hair as Kir started nibbling at his neck.

He saw Jordan begin to remove her clothes, a wicked little smile on her face, and his heart lurched.

Yes. Home.

He moaned as Kir sank to his knees in front of him. He felt the wet swipe of Kir's tongue on the underside of his cock and shivered. He kept his eyes on Jordan, watching her reactions, letting her see his. Her skin was flushed, her breath coming faster as she watched Kir pleasure him with his tongue.

Kir sucked him down, taking him to the root, and the back of Logan's head hit the shower wall with a thump. He kept his eyes open through sheer force of will, wanting to watch Jordan, but it was a damn hard thing to do when Kir's tongue was lashing the head of his cock.

Kir took him back down his throat again, his eyes closed as he hummed in appreciation. Logan hissed at the added sensation, his hips thrusting forward in an involuntary movement. He pulled back, trying not to

choke Kir, but Kir pulled on both his hips and swallowed him down as far as he would go.

"Holy fuck.” Logan wasn't going to last long if Kir kept that up. He looked down to see Kir's heated gaze locked on his face as he pulled back slowly. His tongue felt incredible, his mouth wet and warm. He couldn't help himself; he grabbed the sides of Kir's head and slowly sank between those warm lips. “Are you gonna let me fuck you, babe?"

Kir shook his head.

"No?” Logan sank deeper, hitting the back of Kir's throat. “You want me to come in that pretty mouth?"

Kir nodded.

Logan turned his head and looked at Jordan through the fall of his wet hair as he slowly fucked Kir's mouth. She was playing with her nipples, staring at where the two men were joined, her eyes glazed with passion.

Logan grinned. “Jordan?"

She looked up and licked her lips.

"What do you want, sweetheart? Both of us, or one of us?"

"Huh?"

It was a good thing he had a hold of Kir's head, because Kir stopped moving. Logan didn't. “Should I come in Kir's mouth, or are you up for something different?” And she'd better decide soon, because Kir was engulfing his cock again, all the way ... Damn.

Jordan bit her lip, her gaze once more caught by the sight of him fucking Kir's mouth. “I want...” She cleared her throat. “I want to watch."

Logan's grin turned feral as he moved his hands. One went to the back of Kir's head, gathering the wet strands, moving him in a sure rhythm his hips matched.

The other gestured Jordan closer, and she came, her body moving like a wet dream. He reached out with his free hand and cupped her breast, rolling the nipple between two fingers.

Kir's fingers stroked past his perineum to stroke his hole, and Logan knew he wasn't going to be allowed to last much longer. He leaned to the side and took Jordan's nipple into his mouth just as Kir's finger entered his anus, fucking into him in sync with his mouth. He bit and nipped gently, enjoying Jordan's gasps. Her hands flew to his head, holding him in place. He matched his sucking to Kir's, moaning around her flesh as Kir found his prostate. He could feel his balls pulling up, the tingling down his spine signaling his impending orgasm.

When Kir hummed again he lost it, coming in his lover's mouth with a loud groan. He released Jordan's nipple, falling against the shower wall as Kir sucked him dry.

He collapsed in the tub as his knees gave out. “Shit, babe.” He laughed as Kir bent and gave him one last, long lick, the smug look on his face amusing as hell. He reached out and stroked Kir's cheek. “Love you, babe."

"Love you, too."

"I wanna watch you fuck Jordan now."

Kir looked up at Jordan, the look on his face hotter than any fire Logan had ever started. “My pleasure.” And he stood with a grace and power that had Logan shivering in renewed desire.

Jordan gulped as Kir slinked out of the shower, hard, hot cock dripping wet from the water and waving menacingly in front of him.

When he held up one hand and crooked his finger, she nearly ran for it. Some primal instinct inside her told her that this was more than just a fucking from two hot men; this was a claiming, the two of them forever putting their stamp on her.

Like they didn't do that last night.

She moved forward like a sleepwalker, knowing that they'd already claimed her whether they knew it or not. She stepped into Kir's open arms, enjoying the feel of him as he wrapped himself around her. “Do your worst, blondie."

The snort from the shower had her grinning up at Kir, easing the strange tension that had filled her at Kir's command. She looked past Kir to see Logan washing up, his cock already hardening as he ran the washcloth over his body. “Yeah, babe. Do your worst."

"Oh, I intend to."

Jordan gasped as Kir picked her up, put her on the counter and entered her in one long, slow thrust. By the time he was fully seated she would swear she could taste him in the back of her throat.

"Love you,” he whispered against her lips before taking her mouth the way he'd taken her body, slowly and thoroughly.

She kissed him back, pouring all of her love into it, trying to say without words what she knew he wanted to hear.

"Fuck!” Kir's mouth lifted from hers with a gasp, his hips stilling in mid-thrust. “Logan, warn me, damn it!"

"You didn't honestly think you two were going to have allthe fun, did you?"

Kir frowned over his shoulder. Jordan saw Logan, really, reallyclose behind Kir. Kir was quivering, his eyes closing on a sigh as Logan's hips rolled.

"Logan, are you...?"

He laughed huskily. “Hot, wet, blond sandwich. Lunchtime."

Jordan shook her head, her eyes wide. Kir moaned. He opened his eyes and she gasped; the pupils were pure white.

Logan bit down on Kir's neck and thrust inside him once, twice, as hard as he could, pounding into Kir's ass. The movement pushed Kir into her and she groaned, wrapping her legs as best she could around both men.

She put one arm around Kir's neck, the other around Logan's, and squeezed her vaginal muscles as hard as she could.

Kir's eyes nearly crossed and he choked, throwing his head back to land against Logan's shoulder. “Do that again.” His voice deepened the way it had the other day, but this time instead of the instinctive fear she'd felt, tingles worked their way down her spine.

"Do what?"

"Both. Either. Fuck me, both of you."

Logan's gaze locked on her face. He blew her a kiss as flames began flickering in and out in his hair.

“Our pleasure."

There wasn't much Jordan could do, pinned to the countertop the way she was, but she did her best.

She pulled with her legs, tightening her muscles, loving the feel of Kir's cock fucking into her as Logan pounded into him from behind.

It was the weirdest, hottest thing she'd ever experienced. Logan's hands were on Kir's hips, fingertips digging in, pulling him back, and pushing him forward as he moved in and out, in and out...

Kir's hands were playing with her breasts, twisting and pulling at her nipples, making them burn with need. Her pussy was clutching at him all on its own now as her arousal hit new heights.

"Stroke yourself, sweetheart. Come on Kir's cock."

She nodded at Logan and leaned back, resting on one elbow. She reached down and began stroking her clit, loving the little gasps and moans Kir and Logan made as they watched her.

Logan's strokes became faster, his thrusts harder. Kir's cock was swelling inside her, his face a study of tormented ecstasy.

His eyes closed on a groan, and opened again, the inhuman whites, grays, and blues covering them completely. A spring storm. I can see the storm in his eyes.He grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her to him as Logan pushed at him from behind.

"Oh, fuck, babe.” Logan groaned and bit down again on Kir's shoulder, his thrusts becoming erratic as he came in his lover's ass.

Kir's inhumanly beautiful eyes glowed as he gasped, “Come for me."

Jordan screamed, her whole body clenching around the cock in her pussy, her toes curling, her hands clenching.

Kir's roar of completion drowned them both out.

They collapsed together on the bed, too spent to do anything other than pant.

"Now do you believe me?"

She looked over Kir's heaving chest at Logan, and frowned. “About what?"

"We love you."

Kir watched with sleepy eyes as the two most stubborn people he knew stared at one another over his body. He put an arm around each of them and cuddled them against him. Neither one fought him.

He smiled, his heart turning over when their hands met on his belly and clasped.

"Yes. I believe you."

He waited, somehow knowing what was going to happen. The smile he felt Jordan hiding against his side might have been a big clue.

" And?” Logan drawled. He felt Logan clutch Jordan's hand a little bit tighter.