His ass was even nicer - and happier - after she warmed it with a brisk
spanking.
Ty was slower than James to pull off his trousers, no doubt because he liked seeing James get naked. As he tossed his pants onto the haphazard pile on his chair, Olivia noticed his cock was still emerging from its protective pocket. The differences in wereseal anatomy had taken some getting used to, but she and James had come to find them arousing.
James glanced at Ty’s crotch, his attention snagging on the burgeoning
erection. Ty’s ball sac bulged with excitement, his tighter than human scrotum more protection for his genitals. Sleek blond fur served as his pubic thatch.
She and James both knew how enticing he was to pet.
James tore his gaze from Ty’s crotch to look at her. She understood without a word what he was asking.
“Yes,” she said huskily. “I think you should help him with that.”
“No,” Ty said.
“No?” she repeated, surprised by the contradiction. “I thought you were mine to command. Do you want me to punish you?”
He flushed, so maybe he partly did, but then he shook his head. The
stubbornness of the gesture looked genuine. “No more orders.”
Olivia didn’t know what to make of this. Unsure what to do, she planted her hands on her hips.
“Ty ...” Anso began.
“No,” Ty said. He looked from the king to Olivia. “Tonight is about you, Liv.
About us bringing you pleasure, and there you are about to tell James to go down on me. I know you like watching him please me, but that’s not why we’re here.
It’s certainly not why I am.”
He’d stepped to her as he spoke. He took her shoulders between his hands as if Anso weren’t right behind her. “Tonight I want you to understand how I think of you and me.”
The seriousness in his eyes mesmerized her. “How do you think of you and me?”
“I think -” He hesitated. When he steadied, his voice was low, as if what he said was a confession. “I think of you and me as husband and wife, exactly like you and James. Exactly like you and Anso.”
He shocked her. He was the father of her child. She loved him, she respected him, but she knew what he meant. Emotionally, she let the others an inch closer than she let him. She slid her hands up his incredibly soft chest hair. Beneath his slablike muscles, his heart was pounding from more than arousal.
“I love you, Ty,” she said.
He smiled gently. “I know you do, but I want you to trust me too. I want you to trust me with yourself.”
“Is this a submission game?”
“No game. Simply you letting me, letting us pleasure you.”
She made herself hold his gaze. Could she do this, simple though it was?
She’d always enjoyed pleasing others. Could she let these three men do the same for her?
Ty smoothed his big warm hands down her now bare back. “It’s important,
Liv. You need to let us do this.”
She drew a long shaky breath. “Okay.”
“Does this mean I still have to wait?” Anso asked.
“Yes,” the other two chorused.
Olivia was glad they agreed with her on that.
“Finish undressing her,” Ty said to Anso as she grinned. The order settled any doubts that he was taking command. He enjoyed being dominated but also liked doing it himself. The fact that the king let very few folks order him around made the switch up more exciting.
Anso’s hands faltered for two telling seconds, then finished loosening the corset ties at her waist. Freed, the blue velvet fell soft and weighty, landing in a puddle around her feet. Three male throats caught on gasps. Olivia smiled to herself. Finally, her navy lace push-up bra and thong were receiving the thankfulness they deserved.
“Wow,” Ty said, his burning yellow gaze traveling to her ankles and up again.
Anso took her waist in his hands, framing its inward curve for the other men.
He kissed the back of her neck where her hair was pinned up. Close as he was, she felt the heat of his hastened breathing. He had his own view to respond to.
“Wow,” James echoed. His eyes zeroed in on the creamy offering her bra
turned her breasts into. He licked his lips. “You know, I think your rack is even better since having the triplets.”
“It’s delectable,” Ty agreed. Surprisingly for a man who couldn’t be
completely happy without man-on-man action, he was a breast fancier. From the first time he’d kissed her there, he’d been fixated. “Her in that bra is better than a Victoria’s Secret ad.”
“The thong is killer,” James observed.
“Those muscles she has in her thighs.”
“They do squeeze a guy just right. And at the perfect times.”
Anso chuckled behind her at this interplay.
“Okay,” she said. “Now that you’ve objectified me enough to soothe my ego, this fancy underwear has to go.”
Ty pouted at the proposed loss of his visual, but Anso was already unhooking her. He slid the bra off her arms and kissed a teasing descent along her spine.
Kneeling at the bottom, he pulled the miniscule panties down her legs. His cheek was a breath away from resting on her butt. The way his hands caressed her calves said he liked his current perspective.
Once she was naked, the others forgot to complain. Ty’s cock jolted fully rigid, the protective pocket sealed tight around its thick base. He rolled his lips together. The little gesture made her cream, her thighs pressing each other with rising lust. She had the impression she often did: that only taking all of them would satisfy her needs.
Ty’s sun-bright eyes lifted to meet hers. His expression said he knew all about her greed - and approved of it. He spoke hoarsely. “Into the pool, Liv. James and I will get started on you there.”
She didn’t have to step in. With his newly honed part-were strength, James scooped her up and walked down the carved foot ledges. The steaming water was the perfect temperature. Muscles she hadn’t known were tense relaxed as James submerged them both to their necks. She couldn’t tell how deep the pool was, but there was a ledge for him to sit on. He settled with her facing forward on his lap, her limbs adrift in the saltwater. The back of her head rested easily on his broad shoulder.
“Oh this is dreamy,” she sighed.
Ty stepped into the pool with a grace that was more animal than human. As the water rose up his fine male body, James’s hands began making tingling passes along her arms. A single breast stroke brought Ty across the pool to them. The heat of the water would have sapped the stiffness from an ordinary man’s erection. Proving he was no longer ordinary, James got harder as Ty arrived, his smooth tight cockhead bumping her bottom.
Skilled at controlling himself in water, Ty’s knees bracketed either side of hers and squeezed them together, increasing her awareness of the tenderness in her sex. His hands gripped the pool’s rocky edge behind her and James, as if both of them were his prey. To go by James’s involuntary shiver, he thought so too.
Olivia’s nipples tightened emphatically.
Ty smiled, gaze dipping to this development before coming back to hers.
“Let’s have some bath oil, shall we?”
James reached for what Ty wanted: an old fashioned cobalt glass bottle with a cork stopper. Opening it released the fragrance of fresh lilacs.
“Pour it all in,” Ty said.
James poured and the hot relaxing water turned deliciously silky.
“It’s spelled,” Ty purred, “to keep everything nice and wet no matter how long we entertain ourselves.”
Olivia wasn’t sure she needed the help. She was squirming in James’s arms, which had tightened around her. He palmed both her breasts and grunted, feeling how tight her nipples already were. He squeezed their softness, then lightly pulled out the aching peaks. Olivia’s sheath abruptly felt twice as empty.
James read her reactions easily.
“Don’t worry,” he promised into her ear. “Ty and I will take care of you.”
A look passed between the men that made James’s cock twitch thickly under her. The pair did like working as a team. With a slanting half-smile that could have defined
wicked
, Ty took her knees in his hands and pushed them apart gently. Warm fluttering currents rushed to her squirmy parts.
“Want to find out how long I can hold my breath?” he teased.
She moaned even as he sank under the water.
It was always exciting to have more than one man’s hands on her. She’d trust any of her husbands with her life, but there was no denying she was at their mercy. They were men, and they were stronger, and they outnumbered her.
Good thing all they wanted was to drive her crazy.
Ty nuzzled between her labia, that alone reminding her how engorged her
clitoris was. She felt him hum as he licked up the responsive button, the pointed tip of his tongue as clever as he himself was. The tickling motions felt so good, so on-target that she fought not to wriggle and displace him. Perhaps he sensed her struggle. His grip on her hipbones grew firmer.
It wasn’t enough. She wanted him to suck her swollen clit or drive his fingers inside of her. At least, she did until he found a nerve to work his tongue against that felt so insanely sweet all she wanted was for him to go on doing that forever.
Two more minutes was his limit - unless he wanted to change over from air breathing.
He burst up laughing and gasping, water streaming down his handsome face.
“Jeez, Liv. I guess you liked that. James and I together couldn’t keep you still.”
She glared at him, mostly because he hadn’t let her come. Not the least bit apologetic, he kissed her quick and hard on the mouth, then drew a deeper lung-filling breath. This time as he submerged, he stopped to suckle the breasts James held cupped up for him. His tongue swirled around her nipples, the soft inside of his cheeks pulling. More than his mouth tugged at her. Every muscle in his body told her he craved this. Primitive instincts rose in her - to nurture, to love. Unable not to forgive him, Olivia stroked Ty’s floating hair back around his head. She loved being tender to all her men, but to Ty especially.
Too many people in his life hadn’t been as nice to him as they should.
James’s fingers stroked both of them.
Maybe this was too much kindness. If his secret longing to be cosseted were discovered, he might find that dangerous. Ty pulled free and gave her stomach a playful nip. He came up once more for air, winking as he made a playful drama of expanding his chest fully. When he plunged again, he headed straight for her pussy.
The way he latched onto her clit and suckled made the pulse between her legs beat a wild samba. Olivia arched and moaned. She needed James’s iron hold to keep from thrashing free.
“Take my hand,” Anso said.
He was stretched out on his front by the bathing pool, his arm extended to her.
Olivia took it, though she felt stupid - and maybe a little guilty - for not having noticed him drop there. Because he understood the powers of distraction their mutual mates could wield, he smiled reassuringly.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “He can stay under there for ten minutes if he wants to.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about.” She groaned, twisting uncontrollably as Ty pulled harder. “If he doesn’t make me come this time, I’m going to drown him!”
James took this as his cue to slide two fingers into her sheath, right under Ty’s working mouth. She gripped Anso’s hand so hard she was probably hurting him.
Those intertwined sensations - James’s gliding fingers, Ty’s lips and tongue -
were enough to stretch her spine as tight as a bow. She strained to go over, but couldn’t quite manage it. Kept from sleeping with women for most of his adult life, as soon as he got the chance, Ty had made a study of her reactions. Olivia had no doubt he was deliberately holding her on the edge. She cursed, but far from earning her pity, James and Anso began panting.
James she expected the reaction from. Anything to do with bondage - his own or someone else’s - was a turn on for him. Anso’s excitement was more of a surprise. Somewhat to her dismay, him getting wound up made her more wound up too. She truly couldn’t stop herself from writhing. The water began to chop around them, Ty having to work harder to keep control of her.
The sound ricocheted in the huge grotto.
“Fuck,” James breathed. “This is too damn hot.”
He was forgetting to move his fingers, though they were still inside her.
Ty came up again. His hands remained on her thighs, holding them apart. He shook his head to fling off water droplets. She didn’t need to see how hard he was. Desire practically vibrated from him to her.
“Who do you want?” he panted. “All of us are yours. You can have any of us you want first.”
Awed by him, she stroked his water darkened hair back from one cheekbone.
“I want you. I want you to come inside me. I want my pussy strangling your cock when I go over.”
Were-light flared in his eyes. “You sure?”
“Really sure,” she growled and slid her hands to his hips.
Thanks to James’s diligent research, Olivia was the proud possessor of one of the Pocket’s first medically spelled birth control implants. Despite the weres’
heightened fertility, Ty needed no special precautions before yanking his hips to hers. Because she sat on James’s lap, she couldn’t miss what this did to him.
Beneath her ass cheeks, his hard length throbbed as crazily as if
he
were about to take her.
It said something about the twists in Olivia’s nature that this pushed her buttons.
“James,” Ty said, a low rumble of warning. His eyes stayed locked on hers.
“Move your fingers out of my way.”
James made a little sound. His fingers slid deeper in, increasing the pressure on her front wall, where she was extra sensitive. Maybe the motion was
accidental; Ty’s tone could have startled him.
Evidently, Ty didn’t believe in accidents.
“
Now
,” he insisted.
That James still didn’t move had to be on purpose. Ty’s gaze shifted from her to him. Olivia sensed both her and Anso holding their breath. These two rarely butted heads about anything.