“Yes, Master. It felt wonderful.” And it had. Her body ached from their simultaneous use, but she couldn’t wait to feel it all again.
Patrick slapped her slit a bit harder.
Heather startled but held the position. He spanked her again and again, each slap sending sparks of pain radiating through her pussy. Unable to remain still any longer, she twisted her hips sharply to the side. His hand caught her inner thigh rather than her sensitive slit.
“Hold still and take your spanking like a good girl,” Patrick ordered gruffly.
He sounded so angry that she looked into his eyes. Passion burned there, but the resentment was back. Damn it. She’dreached beyond their past earlier. He had focused on his mate so completely that his enemy ceased to exist.
“I’m sorry, Master,” she tried to soothe as she opened her legs even wider. “I was excited by the new experience, but I overstepped. You are right to punish me.”
He spanked her some more, three cruel slaps, but then he stopped. “Get on your knees.”
She immediately scooted off the counter and knelt in front of him. It didn’t take any imagination to understand what he intended, but she waited for his next order. Her legs were open, hands palm up on her thighs.
He tangled his fingers in the back of her hair and pushed his cock into her mouth. “Suck me, mate. Show me how good girls behave.”
He tasted strongly of cum and her arousal, but that just added to the carnality of the act. Keeping her lips snug around his thrusting cock, she relaxed her throat. He bumped the back of her mouth once and then slid even deeper. She fought off a gag and tilted her head farther back.
His anger sputtered out as his dominant need escalated. Her immediate submission defused his irritation faster than hours of debate. Heather felt the change in his attitude, no longer needing to guess how he was reacting to her actions. Dominating her was cathartic. Humbling his enemy would help him heal.
He thrust well into her throat a few more times then pulled out. “Stand up and offer me that sweet little ass. I’m feeling greedy tonight.”
With his help, she climbed to her feet and turned around. Knowing that submission was the key to his satisfaction, she immediately bent over and parted her bottom cheeks. She was still slick with lube and Gabriel’s cum so his entry was painless. He drove his entire length into her ass and immediately started fucking her.
Gabriel exited the shower and grinned at the sight awaiting him. “You started round two without me.”
“She has a wonderful mouth,” Patrick suggested. “Or I’ll pull out momentarily so you can get to her pussy.”
Heather both loved and hated it when they objectified her like this. “Do I get a say in any of?—”
“No!” her mates answered together.
Gabriel pulled up her head and slid his cock into her mouth. “Head back, love,” he urged. “Take it all.”
She tilted her head back and offered Gabriel her throat. He slid all the way in with his next thrust. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the pleasure. This was less physically demanding than double penetration, but the result was nearly as intense.
Their emotions surged into her mind with each thrust of their strong hips. It was harder to tell who was feeling what because all of the emotions were heightened.
“I love you,” Patrick admitted suddenly. “I fucking love you.”
Had he meant to say, ‘I love fucking you’? Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she tightened her bottom around his cock.
“I think I’ve always loved you,” Patrick clarified. “I meant what I said.”
She couldn’t speak with Gabriel in her mouth, and she wasn’t sure if they would hear her thoughts. Still, she had to try.I love you too. I love both of you and have for some time now.
“Are we really going to do this while we’re fucking?” Amusement made Gabriel’s tone brighter than usual, but he didn’t pull out of her mouth. “I love you, Heather, and have since the moment we met.”
‘Round two’ ended as abruptly as it began. Patrick thrust deep into her bottom and released his seed with a groan of satisfaction. Gabriel followed him over, spilling his seed down her throat. A quick rub from Gabriel’s fingertips triggered Heather’s release and her knees buckled beneath her. Patrick’s arm around her waist kept her from landing on the floor, but her sudden descent separated their bodies.
“Now, it’s our turn to shower,” Patrick said as he guided her across the room.
“I’ll grab drinks and warm up the bed,” Gabriel told them as he left the bathroom.
The following morning Gabriel rose early and ate a hearty breakfast. The flight to the feline village was arduous and partial shifts burned through a ridiculous number of calories. Even so, he chose not to transform completely. He kissed Heather goodbye, waved to Patrick, and then headed over to his brother’scabin. Raphael was in the front yard, bundled up and ready to depart.
“Did you get any sleep last night?” Raphael asked as he casually manifested wings.
