Fiona visibly shivers, and I long to warm her up. Shathar’s hands glide down her arms as I watch, mesmerized. There, he scoops up her breasts in his palms and rubs a thumb where her nipples must be under her “bra.” Fiona leans back in her chair, eyes closing as he gently touches her, and already I’m getting thicker under my jeans.
But Shathar is intent on teasing her, as much as I’m already longing to strip off these tight pants. He leans down and nuzzles the top of her head as he fondles her, and she lets out a gasp of pleasure.
I unbutton my jeans, unable to help myself, and bring down the zipper to release my cock. Shathar’s lips curl on one side as he notices me wrap my hand around it.
“Khesan is eager, isn’t he?” he says to Fiona, squeezing her breasts and then releasing them. “Perhaps we should put on a good show for him.”
Her eyes open and she smiles, too, when she sees me stroking myself. That sweet smile turns mischievous as she grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it up, and Shathar assists her in removing it from her arms and neck. Then she reaches behind herself to unclip her bra, letting it fall away from those perfect teardrops. Once she’s bare, Shathar resumes touching her, pinching her nipples and leaning down to kiss her throat. Fiona gasps and her back arches, and I think how beautiful both of them are, sensual and connected.
What an odd thing, to share a mate with someone. I expected to hate him more, to wish that he would fail, rather than enjoying the sight of him nipping our mate’s neck. My cock is slavering, dripping at the tip for them, as Shathar’s hand trails down to Fiona’s pants.
“Remove these,” he says in a voice that’s surprisingly commanding. Fiona gets to her feet and strips them off without hesitation, and Shathar shoves the chair out of the way so he can stand behind her, arms wrapped around her. His fingers travel down her belly to the thatch of light-colored fur below it, then he snakes them between her legs.
Fiona bites her lip as he tests her out. But sitting here and watching is no longer enough for me. If she is wet, I want to touch her, too. I want to lick her the way I did before until she’s crying out and leaking.
“Shathar.” Both of them pause as I get out of my chair. “I will ready her for you.”
What am I saying? But that’s what I want to do—to lick her until she is prepared and then watch him slide inside her again.
Shathar’s brows rise, and he cocks his head, eyes studying me closely. Then he nods and sits on the chair, urging Fiona into his lap.
“Come here, mate,” he says, patting his thighs. She glances between us, clearly not understanding what I have planned, but she sits anyway. Then Shathar guides her legs apart, revealing her treasure to me.
My cock throbs at the sight.
Approaching them, I fall to my knees in front of Fiona, so her pink cunt is positioned in front of my face. All I have to do is lean forward and my tongue swipes over her clit, and the taste is unparalleled.
The animal in me awakens, ready to devour her.
I lick harder, faster, my tongue exploring all of her—even inside her tight channel. She is sweet and yet musky, the perfect combination of flavors. I taste mate all over her, and I can’t get enough. I return to the clitoris to tease it further, and soon Fiona is moaning above me, her hips twitching and jerking with the movement of my mouth.
“I think she is ready,” Shathar says, his voice husky. “Do you want my cock inside you, dear mate?”
Fiona nods rapidly, her breaths coming in short gasps. “Yes. Please.”
“Take her,” Shathar says to me, so I lift Fiona off his lap, slinging her thighs over my hips and cradling her under her ass to keep her aloft. Shathar stands quickly, removing his own clothes, until he is naked. Then he sits on the chair, and I bring Fiona back to him.
None of this makes sense to me, to my rational mind, but all of it makes sense as I do it.
Now Fiona sits astride Shathar’s hips, facing me, his cock poking up between her thighs. She doesn’t have to be told twice what to do. She places her feet on the floor, lifts herself up, and positions him at the crux of her legs. Then, as his tip weeps for her, she guides him inside.
I sit back down to watch, stroking myself as Fiona sinks all the way down onto him. She lets out a loud moan, and Shathar grips her hips tightly with his claws. Then she lifts herself back up, and the sight nearly sends me into my own climax.
Shathar is dripping with her, his cock spreading the lips of her cunt wide open. Then Fiona lowers herself once more, taking him fully inside her. They continue this way, moving slow but precise, until Fiona’s legs start to wobble.
I must help her.
Relocating my chair, I sit down right in front of them and Shathar’s eyes fly wide. I reach out, curling my hands under Fiona’s rear, and nod to her.
“You can stop using your legs now,” I say, then use my own strength to lift her up. Shathar nearly falls out of her, so I make sure to lower her back onto him.
“Oh!” squeals Fiona as he fills her up again. Together, we lift her into the air, then bring her down over and over until she’s moaning and Shathar’s teeth are bared. I have never seen anything as perfect as this.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Fiona
What is even happening?
