ELEVEN

Jaxson

WE DIDN'T STAY too long after Jimmy showed up.

It was like the boxer's version of the Bat-Signal flashed into the night sky, letting all the feral chicks know where he was. I've made a mental note to thank Marcus and Jake for having our mate claim us tonight. Ever since, she's been touching, hugging, kissing, or snuggling up with at least one of us. Another reason we left when we did.

Micky's staying at Marcus's house tonight, and the rest of The Den went to hit up another bar. The four of us are making our way back to Micky's. The walk is taking a little longer than expected because one of us can't seem to stop making out. I've got the culprit in my arms now. Her greedy mouth is on my neck, sucking and licking, while I try to keep walking without returning the affection. Every time one of us has reciprocated, we've found ourselves pushing her up against something—a lamp post, a car, a wall, a stop sign, or each other—all too eager to take things further.

"Love, where are your keys," Ethan queries from behind me.

"Front pocket of my jeans," Billie moans dragging her tongue up my neck. Shivers lick down my spine, and I nearly collapse when her teeth latch onto my ear.

"Fuck, B," I croak. Closing my eyes, I straighten my posture, steeling my resolve to not kiss, taste, lick, or—

Don't think about it Jax. Stay strong. We're almost there.

Her legs grip tighter around me, her core—her hot, damp core—grinds against my stomach while her mouth is once again on my neck. That steel resolve I've been erecting is quickly melting, and I feel my shoulder rounding, bringing my mouth closer and closer to her flesh. I'm not going to be able to last too much longer. My lips are already preemptively tingling with the thought of kissing her. I roll them around my teeth and clamp down.

Xander steps up in front of me, behind Billie. He wedges his fingers into the pockets of her jeans, while his mouth lands on the back of her neck—mere centimeters away from my face. My world shrinks to his mouth, opening wide. The feeling of his heated breath breezes off Billie's neck, cresting over my chin and sweeping across my lips. Xander notices my rapt attention. His pupil-blown, arctic eyes lock on mine as his lips—those soft, plump lips—seal around her flesh. My dry mouth hangs open, thirsty with need. He keeps his gaze on me while trailing suckling kiss after suckling kiss up Billie's neck. When he reaches her ear, his tongue spears out, flicking the lobe several times. Her body shudders. My body shudders, and my dick pulses with the thought of those plush lips sucking and that tongue flicking something else besides Billie's ear. Fuuuuck. Dozens of erotic images featuring those lips and my flesh flash through my mind paired with the sounds of his mouth on her skin. The background noise of cars and nightlife is muffled by the sizzling of the last scrapes of my steel resolve liquefying into a rolling boil of melted good intentions.

He gives her ear a nip, and I nearly swallow my own tongue.

Billie squirms higher up in my hold, her teeth raking over my neck in retort to Xander's bite. I close my eyes to collect myself and hear the jingle of keys. "Thank Christ," I choke out with relief, as if hearing that jingle is the jolting beep of life breaking through the flatline hum of a heart rate monitor. Because I feel like I might actually die if we don't take this further. Soon. By soon, I mean now.

Xander's at the door, and I'm practically stepping on his heels, gripping the Savage Demon, as Jake likes to call her, in my arms with greater urgency than I thought possible. As soon as the door swings open, I push past Xander, rushing toward the stairs. "Guest room," he calls out from behind me, indicating where he wants us to take this. I'm not sure why, but he's definitely thought this through. Watching Billie claim him at the bar tonight, all slow and tender yet totally possessive, I have no doubt he's been thinking about exactly how he wants us to claim her.

Claim for claim. It's my new favorite shifter mating game. That I totally made up just now.

Rounding the top of the first flight of stairs, I take the next set, breathing heavily with exertion and the fevered need coursing through my veins. I reach the guest room and adjust her weight to one side so I can open the door. Entering the room, I'm thankful we left the small bedside lamp on, allowing just enough light for me to maneuver us past the air mattress and our bags toward the full bed.

Once I've got Billie on her feet, we're like a turbulent tornado of clothes, ripping, tearing, and tossing until we're more or less naked. Tripping over our own feet onto the bed, we're still in our boots with our jeans and underwear stuck around our ankles. My flesh soaks up the feeling of her soft curves under my hard chest, and my heart beats a galloping pace, riding alongside the thumping of hers.

My hand travels down her torso while my wet lips kiss their way down to her breast. Billie's chest rises and falls with her hurried breath, and my mouth takes her nipple captive. My fingers, cool from the night air, delve down to find her hot, wet center.

"Holy hell, Jax." She gasps out in surprise while gripping my hair in one hand, pressing my face deeper into her flesh. I take the cue and suck more of her titty into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her peaked flesh. "Yes," Billie exclaims on an exhale, dropping her head onto the pillows, unable to do anything but lie back and feel the pleasure I give her.

Her sex is soaked, swollen, tender, and instantly responsive. She's been all over the three of us the entire evening. Orange blossom was the only scent I could smell in the bar by the time we left. My thumb glides side to side across her clit, and my spread fingers drive in and out of her core pushing and dragging against her puffy inner walls. A nip of her nipple has her crying out "NO! HOLY! YES! OH!" with her orgasm, while her hips rock, seeking more.

"That's right, B. Ride my fingers." I grunt, keeping them inside her, letting her come down at her pace, while my mouth kisses and sucks her perky breast. Once her hips have stilled, I pull my coated fingers from her center and plunge them into my mouth, slurping down her flavor.

"Jax, Jax," my mate pleads through panting breaths, gripping the sides of my head and all but dragging me up her body so her mouth can take mine. Kissing, tasting, breathing, and moaning together, I let my hand slip around to cradle her jaw as my body rolls on top of hers, my randy dick near her entrance, eager to plunge inside.

"Take her seated reverse cowgirl," I hear Ethan suggest. I tear my mouth away from Billie's, wondering when the hell he even came in.

Our mate's body stills, and she inhales a choked gasp. "No. No, E. Shhh about that." She whimpers her head, rolling from side to side while her flushed cheeks deepen in color. Ethan darkly chuckles. And now I'm damn intrigued.

Rolling off her, I guide her off the bed so she's standing with her back facing me while I sit on the edge of the bed. Looking up, I note that the door is closed. Xander and Ethan are both here, completely naked with dicks at attention. Their eyes roam all over, taking in the strewn clothes, our sweaty, heaving bodies, flushed faces, and hair thoroughly rumpled before finally landing on our feet. Without saying a word, they close the few steps between us, one on each side. Bending down, they work together to unlace the boots we couldn't be bothered to deal with.

My hands continue to knead and caress Billie's hips and sides, while our pack-mates tug at our jeans and underwear. With our legs finally freed, I spread mine wider, steering Billie backward in between them, and then...

She. Bends. Over.

And the view? Her bum rounded, her cheeks parted, showing that tight little ring and a peek of her pink pussy lips glistening from her orgasm. Though I want to say something about how absolutely sexy she looks from behind, all that escapes my mouth is jumbled choking sounds.

Deciding to show instead of tell, I lean forward raking my teeth over her meaty ass cheek. Her muscles tense, and I drag my mouth closed, latching my teeth onto a plump section of her flesh, adding more pressure and biting down. She releases the quietest of yips while pushing back into the bite. I grunt my approval biting down several more times, lapping my tongue over the tender marks before leaning back.

My eyes bulge, watching her hand sneak through her legs to take hold of my granite-hard dick. Her thumb spreads the precum leaking out around my mushroom cap, the delicate touch lighting up every freakin' nerve ending I have on my tip. There must be thousands given how consuming it feels.

She begins to lower herself down, and I move one hand to keep her steady at the hip while the other helps guide me into her. My stomach clenches with the sight of what I'm feeling, my dick disappearing into her slick cunt bit by bit. Not one breath passes through my lips until I feel her weight settle on my lap.

Both of our bodies are shaking by the time I'm fully sheathed inside her. Inhaling all the air I forgot to breathe, my dizzy head flops forward onto her back, taking a few moments to acclimate, calm myself, and well, not blow my load. There's no space in her swollen channel that isn't filled with me. Tilting my head up, I lay soft kisses along her warm, slippery back, my tongue tasting her scented sweat while my lips absorb the vibration of her quivering breaths.

"That's right, love," Ethan praises her. I crane my head back. He's next to us, his hand stroking his anaconda of a dick, which is little more than a foot from my face. So long, thick—and fuck, the veins. Those veins. Gazing at our mate, he cradles her jaw in his hand, his thumb caressing her cheek. He softly commands, "Jax, take hold of her breasts and pull her to your chest."

Billie's hands grip my thighs, and she shakes her head. "No. Fuck, no... I can't." She protests in a wispy desire-filled voice that's anything but protesting. Speckling tender kisses over her shoulders, I brush my hands along her sides and up under her breasts, massaging her softest flesh while easing her back. My kisses are momentarily interrupted by the "Oh fuck" I croak out at the feeling of my tip pushing into the front of her channel.

Billie throws her head back, arching her spine and opening up her chest, pushing her ribs out against my hands, her nipples peeking through my fingers.

"Stunning. She's absolutely stunning," Xander whispers to himself, his thumb brushing over his lower lip while his wide eyes memorize every inch of her.

Billie's eyes are closed, too absorbed in undulating her hips back and forth on my cock. I feel her heartbeat thrum under my hands, and she begins to make those familiar gasping, breathy, feminine sounds that usually mean she's close to coming. But that can't be, right? She's barely started, and then without warning, she cries out, "Oh, oh, ooohhhhh," and my dick is suddenly being strangled and drowned by her pulsating climax.

My gaze snaps to Ethan, whose head is cocked to the side with a smug-ass look on his face. I rasp out, "Holy fucking shit!"

With a self-satisfied smile, he bends over, taking hold of Billie's cheek and turning her toward him. "Secret's out, love," he murmurs before taking her lips in his. Billie's hand releases my knee and wraps around Ethan's cock while my dick pulses a demanding beat inside her. No longer able to hold off, I grip her sides and begin lifting her up and down on my shaft. Ethan stands up, giving Billie room to move. Her hand continues to work his cock while her other grips my leg for support. My dick is well beyond slick with her juices, and the position has my tip ramming into her cervix with every downward thrust of her body. I briefly wonder where Xander is, only to have the thought answered when I feel Billie's legs push against mine, widening our position.

"One more, Jax," I hear Xander growl. "Let's give her one more."

I may whimper at having to stop, perhaps even curse a few choice words under my breath with the loss of friction as she settles back down to stationary. My cock almost hurts with the pressure it's forced to contain. Then something hot and wet glances the bottom of my shaft. Not just once, but several times, over and over. And it feels like... a tongue. And not just any tongue.

"Don't come, Jax," I grind out through gritted teeth because X ander's tongue is lapping up her juices from her clit all the way down to where my dick is buried inside her. My eyelids shut close with renewed determination, and I will myself to stay on this edge, because it is on this edge where one of my sexual fantasies is coming true.

The guttural sounds coming from Ethan have my eyes opening. His hand is covering Billie's, helping her stroke his cock how he likes it, while her mouth licks and sucks his crown. Veins pulse out from his forearms all the way up to his flushed neck. His upper body curls over itself, every muscle tight with tension, begging for release. His mouth alternates from slack-jawed to lip-biting, and his wide, watery eyes refuse to blink while staring at our mate's lap. Where she's spread open. Where Xander's tongue lavishes her pussy lips, clit, and the bottom of my cock. Shit, just the thought of what he must be seeing has me clenching all over.

Billie's and Ethan's strokes speed up, and he yells "More of your mouth, love! Open wider!"

She moans and stretches her lips around his cock, taking in as much as she can. His hands move to her head. Holding her firmly in his grasp, his hips drive back and forth with greater force, fucking her mouth. Her hand slides lower on his cock, giving him more coverage. Fucker is too big to fit all the way in, and tears are streaming out of the corners of her eyes in her effort to swallow as much as she can. His ass cheeks flex and his entire body shakes with his erratic, almost-volatile movements. Ethan's fingers twitch and tremble, digging deeper into her braids.

Then as if hit by a bolt of lightning, his entire spine arches, and his head snaps back. Screams erupt from his mouth, and his body jolts several times with his juddering release. Billie's teary eyes are slitted in determination, and her neck lengthens while her throat bobs, swallowing down his cum. Her face pinches, and with a frustrated snarl, she pulls off him. Drool and cum drip from her parted lips, while her hand continues to milk his cock spraying the last few ropes of his seed into her mouth, some hitting her lips. With her heavy-lidded eyes locked on Ethan's, her tongue does a deliciously slow three-sixty swirl around the edges of her lips, licking up all she can.

Ethan bends over to help, licking her lips and sucking her mouth. Fuck, I want to taste him. He has a few pearls beading on his tip. I reach my fingers out and scoop some from his crown. His cock twitches, and his head whips around, staring at me with uncharacteristically wild eyes. Holding his gaze, I stick my tongue out and lick my fingers from bottom to top, swirling around their tips before plunging them deep into my mouth, moaning at his slightly salty flavor.

Ethan's throat bobs, and he stutters a husky groan. "Hell, Jax."

Before we can delve further into what's transpiring between us, Billie's body shudders in my lap, and Xander's tongue becomes more insistent on my dick, increasing speed and pressure. Billie's upper body rounds forward, and I grip her sides, pulling her back, keeping her open. Her breathing is choppy and strained, while her head can't decide if it wants to hang forward, crane back, or shake from side to side. I peer over her shoulder and watch Xander open her lips wide with his thumbs while putting all of his tongue's attention on her clit. I can't watch. If I do, I'm done for. Squinting my eyes shut, I grip Billie, trying to ground myself. Her body tenses, and then she's coming. Hard . It's as if not just her body but her entire being is convulsing. Her spine swings from rounding to arching while she mewls gibberish nonsense.

Xander stands up, chest heaving, face covered in his saliva and her juices, eyes feral and glowing. "Fuck her," he demands.

The tight reigns of control I've roped around myself loosen, and I nearly weep in relief. Jerking a nod, I begin moving her pliant body up and down my shaft. Friction. Oh, glorious friction! How I've missed you. Billie's body is steadily coming back from its blissed-out boneless state, and she plants her feet firmly on the floor, helping me fuck her.

With each thrust, more of her juices flow out, coating my cock, balls, and lower stomach with her three orgasms. In no time, I'm swelling inside her. My mouth opens with puffs of hot air gusting over her back, my arms and hands shaking as I aggressively lift her up and slam her down. Over and over and over again. I explode inside of her with so much force I'm wondering if my slit split while howling out my climax.

My heart rages against the cage of my ribs, and white spots decorate my vision. Feeling lightheaded, I band my arms around her waist, holding her tightly. Our sweaty bodies slip against each other while we both gasp for breath. After a moment, she swallows and rasps in a scratchy voice, "Xander... still need Alexander."