Behind her, Sorin parted her cheeks. She made a small sound at the exposure then another sharper, muffled cry as his thumb pressed to her anus.
“Don’t stop,” Danel said, guiding her head when Sorin distracted her. Her teeth scraped over him in response and he groaned. His fingers tightened. “Yeah, like that, my sweet little bitch.”
His dirty talk delighted her, and she repeated her action. His fingers dug into her shoulder. Pulling upward, she purposely caught the edge of his head with her bottom teeth.
“Take it deep, little cat,” he urged, and she tilted her head, taking as much of him as she could and holding him there until her eyes watered and she had to breathe. “Again,” he demanded, and she knew sex with these two would get dark if they kept on for a long period. They had a shadowy, commanding side they hadn’t revealed last night. She wanted it. It resonated the danger she’d sought in her years of travel and work to risky places. She’d never tried alternative sex.
Release thundered through her. It gushed around Sorin as her discovery brought her to the edge and shoved her over into a chasm of no return.
She was theirs for whatever they wanted.
Danel fucked her mouth relentlessly, keeping pace with Sorin’s driving cock. Suddenly, he pushed deep and his cum flooded her throat. She swallowed convulsively, her eyes watering with the need to breathe and the happiness of the place where she’d landed.
Sorin grunted, his hips snapping into her, his fingers digging into her hips. His cock pulsed inside her as his cum flooded from him. She lifted her head, her scream echoing off the walls as Macy Lawson was reborn.
Chapter Six
Danel barely noticed the cold as he held Macy’s hand while they walked to the village square. Sorin was home working, and truly, he needed to. Since Macy had arrived last week, it had been sex, sex, sex and then for a change, a little more sex. He grinned thinking of it. No one in the household had gotten much done, though Abel and Calin had gotten in some work because they only joined the romps in the evening before retiring to their room.
Macy never seemed to tire of the couple, but that wasn’t so strange. She’d gone into heat within minutes of Sorin kissing her, as was the case with prospective female mates seeking their partners. She couldn’t get enough of him and Sorin and it thrilled him that she craved their rough, dominating sex. It also pleased him that she wanted it only from them. She never pushed for anything dark with the other two men.
The only niggling thing was that he and Sorin hadn’t completed the mating process. Macy wouldn’t be fully theirs until she chose to be, and she couldn’t choose them until she knew who they were—who they really were. He and Sorin had debated just shifting in front of her to see what happened, but Danel felt that it would terrify her. Since they couldn’t come to an agreement, they just hadn’t revealed the ability.
Understanding she needed to know more, Danel had insisted that Macy be introduced to the village and their way of life today.
“There don’t seem to be many women,” she commented as they entered the square.
“Only eight. Well, nine with you here.”
“That seems to be a bit of a disparity.”
“Are you surprised? You see how we are. All the people of Tavian Leap practice ménage. Each woman has two husbands, who may or may not share her with their two closest friends—a bit like Sorin and I share you with Abel and Calin. Of course, it’s always with the female’s consent.”
“So no one is shocked by the goings on at the main house,” she observed.
“Mostly, they expect it. None of our men have ever taken a woman just for himself. Does that shock you?” he didn’t think it would. Macy seemed adventurous. Over the past week, she’d told them about her travels around the world and her photography work. He wondered when she’d discover the batteries had been taken from her camera to prevent her from taking pictures of Tavian Leap. So far she hadn’t even tried.
“Shock me? Not really. I’ve seen polygamous relationships in other countries. There are plenty of tribes who practice multiple-partner marriage as the norm. We have them here in the US, too, though not openly and generally with multiple wives, not multiple husbands.” She kicked a drift of snow as she stared at the ground.
Danel wondered what she was thinking. They’d gotten over two feet of snow since she’d been here. Though she seemed to be comfortable, he and Sorin still waited for her to tell them she had to leave. They knew she’d have people worried about her, though she’d used Sorin’s satellite the first day to contact her father and let him know she was safe and staying with friends.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Me? Yeah. Just thinking. About all the snow. The ménage thing doesn’t really bother me.” She grinned. “Well, obviously. The group of us has been all over each other and I haven’t blinked. I’m quite enjoying it actually. But I’d guess you know since we’ve barely left the bed.”
“Bed” being metaphorical. They’d had sex everywhere in the house, even in his workshop. He, Sorin and Macy had declared sawdust unsexy. The workshop was off-limits now.
“No complaints from me,” he said.
“I was just wondering…” She sucked in her lip and sighed. Her foot kicked into the snow again. “There’s a lot of snow. Am I wrong to suspect it will be a while before it’s clear enough for me to make it down the mountain?”
“We’re snowed in.”
She was silent, nodding as she looked pensively at the ground. The animal inside him growled for him to demand what she was thinking as her brows drew together. Before he could say anything, they reached the town center. Several of the children were ice skating together. The leap had eight children and the six younger boys were here. The other two, who were fourteen, leaned against one of the nearby trees and watched. They’d recently shifted for the first time and were too cool for something as “childish” as skating.
“Luka, Mattie,” Danel called, pulling her toward them. He wondered how long before she noticed all the children were boys. Their people only produced males, much to the chagrin of the women who wanted little girls. Macy was sharp. She’d see it soon enough.
One of the boys straightened and scowled at him. “It’s Matthias. I’m not a little kid anymore.”
“Right. My mistake,” Danel said. “I wanted you to meet Macy.”
“Is this your woman?” Luka asked.
“She’s hotter than I figured you and Sorin would get,” Mattie—
Matthias
—went on.
“Oh really?” Danel replied.
“Yeah, dude, you’re butt-ugly and not very talented,” Luka said.
“Brat. Macy, this is my nephew, Luka, and his obnoxious friend,
Mattie
.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Macy said, holding out her hand. Luka immediately pulled her into a hug and Mattie hugged them both. Danel suspected the two boys would eventually be mates, but he could be wrong. Tavian Leap wasn’t the only leap with boys their age.
“Mmm, she smells good,” Luka said as both teens stepped back. Macy did, but Danel knew Luka was trying to get under his skin. He glanced over at Macy. Her cheeks were red, and she had a bemused smile on her face. He let go of her hand and put an arm around her waist, pulling her to his side.
“Isn’t your mom calling you?” he asked his nephew.
“Nope.” Luka leaned against the tree and smirked.
“I know you have chores.”
“Man…Danel…why do you have to be a jerk?”
“My job as alpha mate. Get to it, men.” He nodded toward a nearby wheelbarrow and a pair of shovels.
“What are they doing?” Macy asked as she and Danel walked away.
“Clearing away snow. They’re not the only ones to shovel, but we do what we can to keep the living area clear. Gets a little claustrophobic otherwise.” Deep drifts also made it more difficult for the females and children, who were non-shifters, to get around, but that was a part of Tavian Leap yet to be revealed.
“Looks like there’s more snow on the way, too.”
“It’s that time of year. It’s the Snow Moon and that means lots of snow. Merry Christmas,” he quipped.
“Oh!” Macy put her gloved hand over her mouth.
“What?”
“I didn’t think about that. I’m going to be stuck here for Christmas.”
It rankled him that she used the word “stuck”. He pushed it aside. He supposed if he had family elsewhere, he’d feel a little stuck too.
“I guess so,” he said. They wouldn’t even get a helicopter in until at least March. Frankly, he was a little worried about that. They’d run out of condoms soon.
“I’ll have to call and let my dad know. He’ll understand. It’s not the first time I’ve been away over a holiday. Do you decorate?” she asked, hopping to the next subject.
“Not usually.”
“Oh.”
Guilt sank into his stomach. Wasn’t he just the spirit crusher? First, he told her she was stuck here then no Christmas fun. “We could though…” he offered tentatively.
Macy’s amber-brown eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Sure. We can bring in a small tree and you can find stuff in my workshop and around the house to decorate it. You can decorate however you want, actually. My sister-in-law, Marta, is our school teacher. She might have some glitter or something. We need to head over to see if she has some spare clothes.”
Macy hadn’t had much need beyond the garments she’d worn in, shirts she’d borrowed from him and Sorin and the bathrobe she’d commandeered, but she needed regular clothes for getting out and about in the village.
Pulling her into his arms, he cupped the back of her head and kissed her. It had been at least an hour since they’d been together and he was already feeling needy. He liked it when she just wore his shirt. Maybe, he should just take her home.
No… She needed to meet people. That was his task for the day and his torture to bear.
“I’ll go find a tree while you visit with Marta.”
And maybe a romp through the frigid mountain air would cool his libido a little.
* * * *
No one had a right to be this content. Macy hummed happily as she surveyed the five-foot tree Danel had placed in the corner of the living room. Sorin had looked at him as if he’d lost his mind, and Abel had snickered. Calin, however, had quickly produced a couple strands of white twinkle lights from the wedding a few months ago, earning himself a kiss that made the others jealous.
“Hey,” Danel had pointed to himself. “Supplied the pretty tree.”
“Right,” Macy had agreed. She’d drawn his head down, kissing him thoroughly.
“And got it set up,” he’d added.
“I’ll do the lights for you,” Abel had offered.
Sorin had just shaken his head and left the room. She looked up now as he reentered, carrying a blue blanket with gold embroidery. To her surprise, he draped it around the base of the tree.
“A bit of our homeland,” he said, as she studied the Himalayan design. “What do I get?”
They’d all get something. She bit her lip, pleasure filling her. “Abel? Close the curtains, will you?”
She reached for the hem of the dress she’d borrowed from Marta and skimmed it up her thighs as the room dimmed. Automatic lights popped on to softly illuminate the room—another of Danel’s contributions.
Before she revealed her lack of panties, she dropped the skirt and reached for the dress’ zipper. Calin was immediately there to help her. His hands smoothed over her bared back, and she was suddenly happy she was small enough to go braless—especially when his palms reached around to cup her breasts.
“I’m first today,” he said. “I brought the first gift.”
“I don’t know,” she hedged, teasing. “Danel brought the tree.”
“You can ride me
and
give him what he likes,” Calin suggested.
She tipped down one shoulder and let the dress fall then shrugged the other, letting the garment tumbled to the ground. “Sounds fair. Who has a condom?”
All four men pulled packets from their pockets and held them up.
“Good boys,” she laughed. “Okay, Calin. On the floor.”
“Ooh,” Danel laughed, with a playful shudder. “I like when she gets all demanding like that.”
“Hmph,” Sorin laughed. “We’ll see who’s demanding later.”
Macy shivered at his dark promise. Last night, he’d threatened to tie her up. Maybe tonight…
She focused on Calin who’d shoved down his pants and dropped to the small area rug. His hand stroked over his cock to roll on the protection.
Mmm…she liked his partially undressed condition. Maybe she’d be the only one naked. The sex seemed naughtier that way. Smiling, she mounted him backward, facing his feet. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of sinking onto his wide shaft and feeling the full sensation deep inside her. Slowly, she rocked and enjoyed him. She played with her nipples as the others watched.
Sorin knelt over Calin’s legs and leaned his mouth to her ear. “Somebody likes being bad,” he whispered.
“Yes…” she hissed. Her eyes locked with Danel’s over Sorin’s shoulder and she crooked a finger at him. “Pants down,” she ordered.