14. Rusty, Dusty Sexcapades

CLOVER

Mmmm. This new mate is yummy. He’s all big and muscled, and he’s got a tattoo of what I’m pretty sure is a skull farting glitter rainbows. So all-in-all… perfection.

He rubs his neck as I wander around the small room, looking at the few knickknacks he’s put up. A picture on the desk catches my eye, and I reach for it. It’s my mate, but he’s clearly much younger. His beard is missing, and he has no tattoos or scars. His arm is casually draped around an old woman with curly gray hair and glasses. She’s holding a pie with a blue ribbon, and both of them are smiling brightly. It’s so sweet.

I gently place the picture back on the desk and turn, only to run into a strong chest. My mate’s arms surround me, pulling me against him. He smells like marshmallows and leather, and I’m a fan.

“I forgot how handsy shifters are,” Aldrich mumbles.

“Nooo… You mean he’s going to be worse than you and the demon?” Mip whines.

I hum. Shifters are handsy? Good to know. But also, it feels really good to be held by…um…

“What’s your name?” I ask. “I heard the smiley man call you Rage, but I’ve just been calling you ‘mate’ in my head.”

He shakes with laughter, his chuckle running through me and sending tingles all the way to my toes. “How do you know my name isn’t Rage?”

“It doesn’t fit.” I shrug, pressing myself even more against him.

He grunts, tangling his fingers in my hair and gently pulling my head back so that I’m looking up at him. His eyes have shifted and are a purple galaxy of color.

“Pretty,” I murmur.

Aldrich told me this guy was a shifter, but he didn’t know what kind of shifter. I certainly don’t know, but I honestly don’t care what he is. He didn’t turn me away, and he doesn’t think I’m crazy.

I push up on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his full lips. He groans, then slides his hands under my thighs before picking me up and sitting me on the desk. I guess he reconsiders, because before I can settle, he lifts me up again, wrapping my legs around him and bringing me up level with his face. His kiss is sweet and filled with need, and I find myself lost in the moment.

Without breaking the kiss, he rounds the desk and sits on the couch, settling me in his lap like we were out in the bar, only this time, I’m much closer to him, and his little biker is much more alert.

“I could always guess your name.” I wiggle my butt, and he groans again.

“You can try, little mate.” He moves my hair over my shoulder and starts kissing his way up my neck. “Or…I’ll tell you my name,” he says between kisses. “Only if you scream it out as you come.”

“You’ve convinced me. Your way is better.”

ALDRICH

“That’s it! I’m out of here!” Mip squeaks before vanishing off my shoulder.

Wyverns balls. I’ll have to find a way to touch Clover while they’re… busy. Unless the shifter can’t hold out…

Biker boy chuckles, then kisses Clover again, this time with reckless abandon. She gasps, pressing herself into him like he’s a drug and she’s looking for her next fix. When he reaches around to unbutton her sweater, my cock hardens in my trousers, and I look away.

Watching people fornicate is not something that I normally partake in. I wouldn’t be here now if Mip didn’t leave. He knows I need to be touching him or Clover every fifteen minutes or so.I just think he wanted to torture me. When we left Clover with the demon, I confessed that I was glad to not be with her while they fornicated.

Fae are known to be free sexually, but it already irks me that she is their mate and not mine. They get to have her, touch her, hold her, and all I can do is watch them? Awful. Also, mayhaps it would be unwise to participate while one of the three of us was unaware of my presence. Especially if I wish them to accept me after I am free.

Clover and I talked about what would happen if one of her mates wanted intimacy. I told her I wouldn’t be able to provide her with the privacy needed for such things. Discovering Mip could anchor me when he stabbed me was just an added benefit. I know for a fact that he didn’t want to see anyone “defile” Clover. His words, not mine.

Then, after that idiot demon told his assistants that he was going to lock her up and that she was insane, she made me promise not to leave her.

Her moans pull me back to reality, and my cock jumps. By the moons, the temptation to turn my head, just an inch… Her sweater and pants drop into my peripheral vision, and I bite my knuckle.

I’ve had the pleasure of seeing Clover in her undergarments. Even with the “supposed” overly large underwear—she should see what the women of my day were subjected to—my sunshine is a goddess among mortals. The thought of seeing her without, though… Her flowery underwear flies past me.

“Do we need protection?” the shifter whispers.

“No.” Clover’s response is immediate. “I track my cycle. It’s a safe week.”

“Good,” he growls. It’s seductive, and even I shiver a little.

“Oh! Do that again,” Clover pants, and my resolve crumbles.

I turn to see the shifter has her undressed and facing away from him. Her head is leaning back on his shoulder, and he’s working his mouth on her neck.

He’s palming both of her breasts in his large hands, and then he tweaks both nipples.

“Yes,” she breathes, as she bounces up and down in his lap.

By the realms…

I undo the ties on my trousers, freeing my throbbing cock. I spit into my fist and start stroking myself, hissing because I’m already so worked up.

The shifter lets go of her breasts, and they bounce freely. I watch as he slides his hand down to rub her clit.

“Yesssss,” she hisses, turning her head to kiss him.

Their tongues clash in a frenzy, and he pumps his hips into her, increasing the pace. I try to keep up, syncing my strokes with her bouncing breasts, imagining what it would be like to have one of those pert nipples in my mouth. How would it feel to have my cock sheathed in her tight cunt? The way her smooth skin would feel beneath my body.

The room starts to fade as a sweet smell permeates the air. It’s intoxicating. I don’t know what it is, but I can feel myself coming up fast on the precipice of pleasure, and I look up to see the shifter’s eyes are the glowing purple orbs from before. He’s staring at Clover like she’s his only reason for breathing. Clover inhales, shuddering, and the shifter whispers something to her. She smiles softly.

“Now come for me, little mate,” he growls, then spins her around, slamming himself into her.

She screams her pleasure, and I quicken my strokes. We can finish together, even if she doesn’t know it, and I won’t have to invade on their moment. Maybe it has been a while for the shifter… Then as I fall over that precipice, my cum leaking all over the shifter’s dusty office, he grunts, shuddering, and she grabs his shoulders and moans, “Fitzroy.”