Shifting Michelle's Boundaries (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (17 page)

“No, it’s…well, it’s some kind of magic, I guess. A kiss won’t do it, and neither will a normal bite. It has to be when the shifter is in their animal form, and it has to be intentional.”

“Oh.” Her relief was palpable. “So the person that bit you wanted to, uh, turn you.”

“Yeah, she did. Unfortunately in my case I didn’t want to be turned.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

He shrugged. “It was a long time ago. Nowadays I embrace it. The benefits outweigh the costs.”

She smiled and took his hand. “I’m glad you came to terms with it. It must have been a hell of a shock.”

“You could say that.” He laughed. “Still, what’s done is done.”

“So what are these benefits you mentioned?”

“Well, the basic ones are speed, strength, and much better senses, even when we’re not shifted. On top of that we heal faster, age slower, and are immune to all illness and disease.”

Her eyebrows raised. “So you’re immortal?”

“No, not at all. If I’m wounded enough, I’ll die, but it takes a lot more to do the job. I’ll never catch anything that could kill, though. Can’t carry anything bad, either. My immune system kills it all off.”

“That sounds worth a bite scar to me.” She sipped her coffee, her gaze straying to Jack. “And the downsides?”

“The biggies are estrangement from family and friends and being incapable of having children.”

It helped to keep it in general terms like “we,” but it still hurt to talk about such things. He knocked back half his coffee, letting the burn distract him for a moment.

“Estrangement?”

“Imagine you had a son that stopped aging. Or a daughter that broke her arm but was fine in three days.” He smiled weakly. “Many can’t handle that.”

Jack lowered his head and growled softly. He’d had it worse than Craig, but he could tell Michelle himself if he chose to. Another reason he’d stayed in cat form, no doubt.

Michelle had obviously grasped the idea. She reached over and put her hand on Craig’s thigh. “There are much worse things.”

“True.” He smiled, genuinely this time. “Most of the time such things don’t bother me much. Though on occasion when I’ve drunk too much whisky I get a little maudlin.”

“Don’t we all.” She laughed. “Okay, so you’re both gorgeous men who are immune to disease and can’t have children. You know what that means, right?”

Craig frowned. “Uh, what?”

She waggled her eyebrows. “We don’t need to bother with condoms anymore.”

Craig laughed. “That’s what came to mind first?”

“What? I’m not allowed to be smutty? I
did
just have sex with a shifter, y’know. While you watched.”

He held up his hands. “True, true. All right, so skipping over the sex for now, what else do you want to know?”

She chewed her lip. “I don’t know. I thought I’d have more questions, but now that I’m asking them, I can’t think of any.”

“Well I’ll give you a few of the usual answers, then.” He counted off on his fingers. One. “We don’t have to change on full moons, and can actually change whenever we want.” Two. “Yes, it hurts to shift, but the more we do it, the less it hurts.” Three. “We belong to a pack which has a similar hierarchy to a pack of normal wolves.” And four. “Nearly all shifters are wolves. Jack here is a rarity.”

Jack nodded once and swished his tail from side to side.

“He’s also terrible at playing fetch,” Craig added. “Loves boxes, though.”

Jack growled, then stalked off into the bedroom. After a moment he reappeared human and naked. “And Craig spends hours chasing his tail.”

Michelle grinned and shook her head. “You two are nuts.”

Jack forced his way in between them on the sofa and turned toward Michelle. “So you’re sure you’re okay with this?”

“I am. It’s weird as hell, but I’ve had the greatest time with you two. I’m willing to give it a try.”

“That’s all we can ask.” He shrugged. “Well, that, and whether you’re up for some fun.”

Michelle raised an eyebrow. “I would have thought that shifting took a lot out of you.”

“We’ve practiced a lot.”

“Hmm.” She tapped her teeth with a fingernail. “In that case…” She turned to Craig. “How about we try something new?”

Craig could only smile.

Michelle stood from the couch and walked away a few steps, then turned back to look at the men. Jack was still naked, but Craig had gone to the trouble of dressing after he had changed back. The act pointed to another difference between the two. Whereas Craig seemed to be the more in touch with his instincts when in human form, he also seemed to embrace his humanity more. Where Jack acted the cat in either form, with his laidback nature and independent work ethic, Craig worked a nine-to-five and enjoyed movies and going for a coffee. They were very different men, but still shared enough interests to keep them together.

And now I’m one of those interests.

“Okay.” She licked her suddenly dry lips. “So this is what I’m thinking.”

All eyes were on her, which only made her more nervous. Jack’s nudity certainly didn’t help either.

“There’s something I mentioned before that I want to try, but I’m pretty unsure about it, too.”
Damn it, now my hands are sweating.
“Anal.”

Both men were suddenly rapt with attention. In Jack’s case it was very noticeable. He shifted his position as his cock began to swell. Michelle tore her gaze from his crotch and tried to focus on what she was saying.

“Take your time,” Craig said.

“So, what I was thinking, was that I’d start off with one of you, to see if I liked…uh,
it
. Then after that we’d see where it took us.”

“Okay, that makes sense. The question is, who do you want to start with?”

Jack reached over to the side table and rummaged in a bowl of spare change, then tossed a coin to her. “Heads or tails seems somewhat apt.”

Michelle laughed and rubbed the coin between her thumb and forefinger, warming the metal. “All right, then. Craig calls it in the air.”

In her nervousness, she flipped the coin so high it hit the ceiling, then almost missed it as it fell. Craig called tails just before she slapped the coin onto her arm and moved her hand out of the way.

“Tails it is,” she said with a smile as she flipped the coin over to him. “I guess you win.”

Craig smiled and snatched the quarter out of the air, then tossed it onto the table. He stood and stretched. “So, how do you want to do this?”

She chewed her lip. “I’m new to it. What do you suggest?”

“I’ll show you.” He held out his hand. “Come on.”

She took his hand, and they headed into the bedroom, Jack behind them. As they neared Craig’s door, the butterflies in her stomach tripled. Her little experiment with Jack certainly had her curious, but there was worry attached. She knew her way around regular sex, but this was new ground. She was basically a virgin again, and with that came all the same anxiety she’d felt at her first time, all those years ago.

Craig must have sensed her worry—was it a shifter thing, maybe?—and turned to her. “We’ll go slow, and if you’re not enjoying it you only have to say.”

“I know.” She smiled. “I’m always worried when I’m trying something new.”

He nodded. “I’m the same. We can’t all be as cool and collected as Jack.”

“True,” Jack said from behind them. “It’s hard being the only awesome one.”

Michelle smirked and reached back to swat him in the arm. “Quiet, you.”

They walked into the bedroom, and Craig turned to face her. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek as his hands went to her top. Jack’s hands appeared moments later on her pants, and she stood between them as they undressed her in silence, their hands sliding over the flesh they exposed. It took less than a minute, but it was one of the best minutes she could remember. She made a note to ask them to slow it down next time.

Just for a moment, she felt Jack’s hard cock push against her back, and then he was gone. She turned to find him sitting in an old armchair to one side of the bed. If he was in the least bit bothered about losing the toss, he certainly didn’t show it. He sat there, posture relaxed, a hand on his cock as he stared at her naked body.

Craig was the last to undress, and he did so quickly, throwing the clothes to one side. He was, of course, hard as a rock, too. He pointed to the bed, then walked to his dresser.

“The best way would probably be for you to lie on your front,” he said as he rifled through a drawer. “That way you’re completely relaxed, which helps.”

He pulled a small clear bottle that looked like a soap pump from the drawer, along with a foil packet. Michelle shook her head, making Craig frown.

“You need lube, honey,” he said. “You can’t do it without.”

“No, not that,” she said, noting that he’d called her honey and that it felt great. “The condom. After your revelation, I don’t think we need to bother with them.”

Craig raised an eyebrow, then grinned and dropped the packet into the drawer. “It’s certainly an advantage, being supernatural.”

“Does that count for me, too?” Jack said.

Michelle laughed. “Sure does. I want to feel you both properly.”

The more time she spent naked with the two men, the easier her confidence came. Even so, tonight was daunting. She trusted that they’d be gentle, despite not knowing them long, but it was still new territory. Her ex had tried to suggest anal when they had been together, but the idea of doing it with him never worked for her. That probably spoke volumes about their relationship, she decided.

With a smile, she climbed onto the bed and lay on her front, her arms folded under her head. In the corner of her eye she could see Jack, still sitting in the armchair, his legs spaced wide and his hand on his cock. He moved slowly up and down the thick shaft, the sight making her pussy throb in anticipation.
First things first, though…

The mattress sagged by her feet as Craig climbed onto the bed, and she jumped in surprise. His hands met her shoulders, massaging the cares from what few knots of stress lay in the muscles. He was in no hurry that night, certainly. Lips met the nape of her neck, brushing softly over the skin as his strong hands worked down onto her upper back.

“That feels so good,” she said, her voice barely above a murmur.

“Jack taught me,” Craig said, his voice almost as soft as hers. “He spent some time as a masseuse. When you shift as much as we do, it’s a handy skill to have.”

“I’m sure. Next time Jack can do it and I’ll score you both.”

She didn’t raise her voice any higher. She knew Jack would hear, what with his improved senses. Sure enough, as she glanced over to him he grinned back.

“Sounds like a plan,” he said.

Craig’s hand worked down to the small of her back, his thumbs running circles on her hot skin. The closer he got to her ass, the faster her heart raced. This was really going to happen. Any minute now she’d hear the cap of the lube bottle, and then who knew what she’d feel? Maybe she should have asked Alison for some pointers—she was certain Ally had tried it—or looked it up on the internet.

She froze as Craig’s hands disappeared from her back and the cap of the bottle clicked.

“I’ll go as slow as you need me to,” his calming voice came. “We’ll start with a finger, so you get used to relaxing.”

Cold liquid dripped onto her ass from the bottle, and Craig gently guided it to the right place. Michelle tensed for a moment as the tip of his finger ran over her asshole, circling the ring of muscle.

“How does that feel?” he murmured.

“Good.”

It really did, too. Thoughts of lying on top of Jack rushed to the front of her mind. Of pushing down just enough to feel something. She took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly as she tried to relax.

“Okay,” she said. “Let’s see what I’ve been missing.”

Craig slipped the tip of his finger inside her and answered her question. She’d been missing a lot. The surprise had her tense up again, but Craig waited patiently for her to relax again before he pushed farther inside. The feeling was indescribable. She’d never really been a prude when it came to sex, but this…this was something else. She stifled a soft moan as Craig pushed his finger farther inside her then withdrew again. Back and forth he worked until she was used to the size, then he slipped the finger out entirely, only to replace it with two.

“How are you doing?” Jack asked from his chair.

She turned to look at him and found he was still stroking his cock. She was sure it was quite the sight from his viewpoint.

“She’s doing great,” Craig said as he pushed his fingers deeper, which in turn sent tiny shockwaves of pleasure through her pussy.

“It feels incredible,” she said, keeping eye contact with Jack. “How does it look?”

“Pretty damn hot,” Jack said, a grin on his face. “Gotta admit, I’m waiting for the main act, though.”

Michelle wiggled her ass a little and gasped at the effect it had. “Oh god. If this is how good it can feel, so am I.”